Enjambment

Learn more about other poetry terms

When I was not with you, I would lay on my sofa, And check my phone Every three minutes.   As if crying everyday were not enough,
because i love you i only smile as i watch you tilt back the milk carton white drops running down your chin the lips softly parted. i only smile even though
It overwhelmes me- just staring at its vastness The deep blue consumes my thoughts Until I don't know which way is up. Down, down, down it plunges; The darkness stretches for miles.
The pushing, the pulling, The shouting, the shoving. Why are we like this When we can be loving?   The left and the right  Blame the other side But they're really two waves
Buried underneath the skin  Every box you tried to put me in  Could not show you now what is really inside All the promises; why did you lie? Upon my face you laid your hand Sent me into a forbidden land
Do you remember that one night, when we first got together? Pure and innocent Beautiful yet risky I wanted to be with you too.  
  You Me And a time machine Makes three We can leave This place And see All there is to see
balance   i don’t think about equilibrium when i’m at your side. i don’t have to try to make you see through flaws
Do you know I love you? Because I love you.   I never knew it could be like this. You take my hand, smile, And I feel whole again.
The umbrella? It doesn't matter how wierd it looks, I would even like it weirder. As long as it covers me and to my hand it hooks.
I didn’t know what love can do, I thought it was all true The elders were right it contained pain, but I am not ashamed from what I knew
I think break-ups are so hard because You’re not only severing yourself from the person But from the symphony, and the sandwich shop You used to go to before each show
your hands are warm, they never harm. your eyes look at me, and in that smile of yours I see the present
dark fades as she shines a knight of silver empty vessel made by uncaring hands who fights forever  
  him.   i had a dream about him last night, he was sweet and charming and took me to an aquarium, i woke up in a cold sweat,
Linda Hayden                                 Maple Leaf Marmalade colored trees blazed against the cold, whirling skies overhead. I picked up a maple leaf that showed itself
You Are the hope around my neck. The pendant on my chest rests on the Padlock to my blood that Stained all over the dress you stressed to see me-
Loving Me Means you care for me  Loving Me  Means you know me by who I am  Loving Me  Means you listen to me  Loving Me  Means you want to be with me  Loving Me 
Three words said too much But not enough With meaning Or without Familiar with both I am Love is being one with eachother Love is comfort Love is peace Love is communication
He looks into the mirror And sees a dying man. He looks upon a man of shame, Of torture and disdain. He sees a man that knew no joy Until Aladdin came. Every night he dreams of life
Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who is fairest of them all? Not me, that much is true I'm not as beautiful as you.
Of the billions among billions of stars in our solar system, only one leads to a land of unspeakable beauty of incredible adventure
Once upon a time, in a land far away, kids slept more than five hours a night. Kids had more than a cup of coffee for breakfast. Kids hung out with their friends after school.  
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; } Fair-skinned, beautiful, and kind She sings, birds listen, and fly to her hand The World fights against her, and she smiles still. This is the Fairy-tale Princess,
The streets of Paris are lovely at night, just as they always have been and always will be, he whispers. I nod slowly, and halt, contemplating all the books he wrote that I loved so dearly.  
The flow, watching it shake my soul. It hurts, oh yes it hurts! Watching you sleep away, wish to hold you and call you mind, my soul wept, thy heart crushed, no future, aborted so early, merely blood was visible.
I wish I were my intestines; they are needed by someone. She is every organ.   Once, I ached to be her friend, fur shed, toenails
if you wanna be a princess, there are some things you have to know: how to be polite, not ask questions, plan ahead. sit still, ana, so that
i’m focused the Computer not comprehending     whether or not i am truly thinking about what i am  
A small bottle A brush  Heavy paper   Covered in crevices    And teeth           Pressure       It takes pressure
They say you see someone’s soul Through their eyes I see their souls In the money they Slide into my jacket  
What does it mean to be free Is it simply to live to breath to be?   Why is America obsessed with being free when we live we breath we're "we"   I am free I live
Once upon a time, there was a kiss that changed the world A lovestruck prince kissed the sleeping princess and broke the seven year curse cast upon the land
Is this the land of the free?This is not true for all,Fortunately it has for me. Other people will agreeThat prejudice can make you bawl.Is this the land of the free? Banding together is the keyFamily does nat let you fall,Fortunately it has for m
make america Great again.Make America Great Again?Was it ever Great to begin withThe United States of America Was hardly
Why change? If America is the richest and most powerful country on Earth. Why change? If we never lost a war with another country in history. America has been at war amongst it's self;  We the people fight each other.
Breathing in And out As tears cascade down From eyes that have Not yet seen light Down her gentle Features until they Reach the cliff Of her face and Drop to the floor -splash.
Grim are the days when Grass does not whisper And silent run streams But no one listens To know the difference
We are the country who Pledges our allegiance to A flag of Purity Valor Perseverance And justice
America the Great It’s something you shouldn’t hate, We look to strive And keep record of our archives   From the Roman times
Left and right, front and back people Stand there. Inching closer to the doors that Slide. All for Saving their legs. The ding Sounds a high pictched tone. A  Sudden jolt forward, everyone ushers
I'm sorry...Yes that's how I  should start, I'm sorry  for what I've done wrong and  for what I have yet to mess up on.  I know your sensitive,  I know I can be brash, But, I know that I love you
I can’t sleep on the fourth of July. Not when fireworks  sound like cracked whips and sparklers glisten  like blood under a streetlamp.  
Sitting by the pool, I squinted my eyes at the torrid back yard, my lawn chair slightly separated from the others. My glass of iced tea sat within reach, ready to rescue an overheated and dried out tongue. 
The clock reads 1:23.  I am still, bathed in the green light of the microwave.  My mind drifts from place to place but my body is stationary.    The clock reads 3:45. 
The fate of Our nation lies in Our hands, We must be the ones to take a stand.
history is repetitive- mistakes are overshadowed by our illusory strength. My country 'tis of thee will you protect me? Fractured Unity unwilling to Change. the air growing denser,
Never have I seen out country is such a state. Each state separated by what they belive. Instead of those beliefs bringing us together, They split us apart. Instead of coming together because we believe in love,
Blubbering voices cannot communicatea desired fluencysupplemented by tearsand fear of the face superimposed into clouds.
Still I keep walking Though ahead the Future looks dark I don’t know where I’m going from here New friends greet me but
Cameryn, it’s not there You are thinking too much again Internalizing Enfolding Why don’t you just take break?  
The crumbling walls, they fell, they fell, With dust and clouds of smoke. But radiant light broke through the night And a spirit, mine, awoke.   It was hard to say for sure that day
it was anonymous, her name was never said, but i knew, my pain knew, without finishing the Message: because We had spoken about it before, my voice burning with love
It's all your fault. I can't take the blame. All I want is power; Power over you because I am insecure. You can't be independent, no  I can't be co-dependence because eveRYTIME I TRY 
Stop to Edinburgh castle, I’m in tran-sit. There’s a grass mar-ket and a little vegan shop. All summer I discover and revisit for-mer favorite cor-ners of Scotland.  
I live in a glass house My only companion, silence, As it follows me from room to room.   It has always been with me And though I enjoy its company
Overconfident and unstructured, Never having been pushed to my limit, Thinking about my potential future, And all that came with it.   On the rocks within a course in which I had it all,
A feeling, a fluttery whimsical feeling, shot through my jaded soul upon the sight of the mare.   Her crème coat is sliced and sprinkled with jagged ribbons of scarlet,
Chilled pulp dribbles down my chin And my hands stick together like an Ankle length dress to my sweat drenched thighs in high humidity, However, the miniscule struggles only increase the ecstasy in each nibble.
The great faces of Markiplier Hi, wow, okay, bye And second, 'dark nexus for magickal  energies'... pulls a questionable face Wooooaaaahhhh OOO Kaa yy (not appreciating this bull) Monkey noises
I’m not sure how It happened, only that I feel lonely all the time.   I’m lonely surrounded by people—acquaintances, friends, and strangers alike— I’m lonely
Violent personalities crash against Each other, dragging us through endless seas. Your voice floods my drowning mind, and I tense. Chaotic surges force you through my dreams.  
And then—I came upon the jar trees. The cut off limbs and stuck on glass. A colourful spectrum, About the surface area of the woodened space. I remembered our joke.
I'll listen if you allow me to And I'll understand if you give me the chance I'll always be there to comfort you Even within the times of protecting In which I can't I will help you grow
pierce my skin with your silver blade tongue you weapon of madness with cold metal lines and warm red taste pale piercing pain into flushed bliss soft pink clouds float
My body, numb with painless agony Slips into the fiery waters of oblivion   My mind, filled to the brim with empty thoughts Sinks into the abyss that is null  
silent first someone else she was cursed with sad days and loneliness  quiet next not quite herself
supporting choice supporting freedom rights (but are you ever horrified?)   choosing girls fifteen sixteen eighteen who deserve their high school college years
A whirlwind of pity,
The room seems empty, if only at first; The air, thick with sage burning away ghosts trapped in finely woven thread; those which catch both dreams, and nightmares, those spread along hollow walls
Alarms ring, four totalBegin to peel the covers, the warmth, awayChilled feet push up the stairsDrag the boy from his dreams
The day that I met you, I never thought I would See a smile so BIG On someone's face, And I never would have thought it would be mine.   Summer nights and bonfires, Day after day
Me that / powerful noun we / use to express the one person Me / the one person who will listen to / Me that / lovely word we / see as our escape to be free Me / the kid who can see / what i need to be / 
I look for comfort, slanging smiles, swallowing frowns. My palms sweating. Heart beating. Tears sweltering. Thoughts lingering, desperate for salvation.
Dear Morning, O good Morning, I could choose to write to Sleep and stay asleep. I could choose to kiss my imagination and cuddle my dreams as lovers, beautiful beings that
I can hear but you never tell me- how you feel that’s why I’m drowning- in these ashes of flames that we caused, caused to burst since we showed each other our flaws.Though we try we just fill with hatred- for the agony of the other in the other’s
On a good day: I wake up From a strange dream. Desperately replaying it in my mind, Over and over again, So as not to forget it, I feel Mom tickle my feet. "Wake up!" she says.
When the brushhairs touch the smooth canvas My abstract thoughts and feelings are no longer outlandish My cheeks lift up pulled by beautiful happiness As ideas come forth unridiculed by their possible wackiness
coffee stirs me             from milky dreams             raises me from sleep             steam escaping             twisted sheets still foggy on reality             until I wrap my fingers
1m
I want to bite down, bite down, bite down "I'm proud of you, you did it on your own." Bite harder. She's still trying to suck the air from my lips 
My Ars Poetica: A Different Kind of Animal  Nothing turns a stomach               like the rancid aura that                              cradles the furry carcass of a life that once was.
Let’s focus on the little things.   Not the things that ruin us,   but the ones that define us.   Let’s start to travel.  
We came, we saw, we conquered   We loved, we learned, we lived   We wrote a story for us Alas, our time is up This chapter is done, but your book is far from over
Six years old and I’m standing at the edge   Of the counter, standing on a chair, my feet Raised to the tip toes, peering into the bowl In front of me, the wooden spoon in my hands
5 A.M.                  The alarm clock goes off like a fire alarm waking me from my dream state.                 I stumble through the labyrinth                 gathering my stuff and getting dressed. 
He came over eyes livid  jaw clenched, chin forward body stiff. a tiger waiting to pounce I watched
I just gave you the link to my account. I'm hoping you don't hate me for this. But I wouldn't blame you if you did. To say I was hurt would be an understatement...
A person can make you feel so much, good and bad, just by existing.     Just by living and
I do not write poetry for people. I do not write poetry for you. I am blessed, yes, but I sit beneath no peepul. It is not for the “ahs” or the “oohs”   I write poetry             Not for me.
Ink
I write to free the ink, the substance within. The freedom it brings, flowing freely to the open ears of a page  always listening intently, never interupting, only  absorbing. The way
I once saw the world in clarity, Each vine and leaf embedded In my jade retinas.   But in September, the mist Was ushered into my life.
It was all in her eyes, Eyes that showed the real her. Through her eyes, you could see past those smiling lips. Eyes that were loud, loud like pounding drums Eyes that were colder than a winter night.
Contaminated in desperation, my heart longs for your voice to heal its wounds. Though weary, my mind seeks restoration. My soul awaits on words to make it swoon.  
I am sinking.   I am sinking, and I can't remember -  where I started or why I am here?   The azure Sky, the open Sky Open. I scent the Earth in myself . . .  I am sinking.
What I am allowed to say, what society says is okay,I care not for it, but I write it anyways, because that’s one of the things they say is alright to write.   
Many people try to put art on a pedestal, They mount it on a rest Saying, "Shakespeare was the best," Or , "I (insert cute heart sticker here) Socrates," However, both men are no longer in the land of the living!
they say we're voting in a dem- -ocracy but what's democratic about choosing a pres- -ident from two candidates we hate almost equally?
Not even God's favorite Angels fly parallel to He    For there is always a higher omnipresence   A benevolent companion to admire from below  
If I didn't believe in tomorrowI wouldn't have a today,or even a yesterdayto speak of.That's
Blink, and the delicate parachutes whistling             with white-spun dandelion seeds drift to form the rich parchment of             my thoughts,                         channeled  
Something is fundamentally wrong.   Unless his blue eyes were created only to look Downward, At a ground that can hardly support their murky weight.
The tent was in the trunk next to the air mattress; the blankets covered the back seats. It might be a tight squeeze in the small tent, but that wasn’t our focus
I hold you in my arms Close to my heart because I need you.   I hold you tight with my Hands because I want you To stay.  
I have you fooled. You can do this, It’ll be okay, It’ll work out, Just more lies through my teeth. I’m a foe disguised as a friend,
God, I hate you.I hate how you deleted me only when you found someone elseand I hate how your friends say the same things about her.I hate how you use the same goddamn places,our memories, and our pick-up phrases,
Conflicted by the pressures of the world, unable to understand what to do, this generation is unable to recognize the power of Knowledge.   Instead what this generation possesses 
they say that all dust is old dust. that the dirt on my Nikes once mingled with the petulant British sand under Caesar’s feet. by this logic--
Catching my own reflection  from the waters beside the boat, I recoil in consternation at the expression that I tote. I recall the dull echoes of the things I used to do,
No gods, no mastershere. From none according toability tonone based on need. Free at last.Who could survive without hope?
Floating toward the center of the sea bathing suit wrapped tight around me where else would I be if not here then somewhere on the shore feeling the waves rise over my feet. Without a bathing suit
Love, how vastly divine you are! The light of your presence Creates a happy heart within me   How could we ever fret When we have you in our lives? Even the most intense thought of destruction and hate
love has fixed its gentle tooth in me love has loosened arrows to rain love has patched my crumbling foundation of fears love has abandoned me
 You cannot see or feel it.      A farmer to his garden, he needs it.  Admiration and adoration to each stem.  Materialistic ideals, genuine ideals, manipulated, by  materialistic ideals. 
Art;     the (blood rushing through my veins, painting me with color in this gray, flavorless world)  ability to take your brok-            en, s e n s e l e s s, s   c     a
It's a new world we live in with hover boards and guns and bloodshed everyday with people looking down at the ground instead of looking up and seeing the sky but that's ok  
Desert Island Life Only one thing is needed (besides food and drink)   Netflix is my love I cannot live without it Netflix is my life   If there are'nt people,
The frosty gale glided through my thin fleece, Rattled the bones underneath, yet failing to Dampen the blaze that burned within beneath its marrow; like snow, to catch them I flew;  
Master, I wonder why do you beat me so. What have I done to deserve this pain. Is it because my name is Pitbull
As bright as the stars are they never compare To the bright white light surrounding your life. I have watched this light permeate the air. Please realize I am not the only strife.
With silver venom flowing from his torn lips That suggested he might do the same He told me his mother had died of lung cancer Yet before I could question the lit cigarette
What is the one thing I cannot live without? There are so many to choose. Family, food, writing, Sight, touch, taste, hearing, Music, movies, books, Words, imagination and more.
I'm stranded I don't know when I'm getting home But I know I have my mirror My mirror to hold close to my home So now my home is my face
All I need in life is the forest. The mosses, the rich brown earth, the sounds of birds, water rushing, otters swimming, life in the wild happening in front of my eyes.
If only we could drift away, bind hands and finally say, "this is our lives, who could take it away from us?" "Who took it from you?" no answer. no response.  
Economics is the study of choice. When partaking in economics,  one of the main problems is sustaining the wants and needs of a society. Because we face the problem of scarcity,
Low
Friday—a day that every kid looks forward to because it is the beginning of the weekend Most kids are excited because it means they can do whatever they want
Dear First Love,     I was so scared of messing everything up that I ruined it all anyway.   You were so good to me, but I didn’t treat you the same, and I missed my chance.
Dear First Crush,   I dreamt about you once. I was there and of course you were there, and we live out our entire lives while I slept.   In reality, my dream came true
Hope? No, it's not that. Not at all. All I need to live Is that single reason. The "why" to my ways  The cause that I write for The explanation of My fighting through this life... 
I stroll through a grove of ancient oaks, Hovering down a path immersed in shade. A clearing now, the blinding p e r f o r a t i o n s of light strike.
Between these walls, within these walls As each step falls, we leave with out pasts. No one will remember our ended Decembers Or those blue, cold embers as we breath the last
There is a beast inside me. Every time I open my mouth it tries to escape but I close my eyes and swallow hard and it is forced to stay.   It screeches, it screams, it claws at my throat
The world is silent and tired,having borne the weight of a thousand restless soulsand the window pane shivers as the night drags on and I feelalmost sorrybut I can see little diamonds coruscating in the darkness,constellations dancing a story olde
I blink. I see. I forget. I try to scrape images from my brain but they are too deep to touch. How do I remember? How do I feel what I felt at that moment? You. Sitting here in my hands
Once,  my friend was alive He supported me when others left   Now he's gone. He left to let me live; He was alive but never real. To truly live with what I cannot live without
it's hard i guess, to explain. it's hard to articulate. being,, close to the right people.
"All Special Needs kids need to burn in hell" I laughed. It's funny when education is wasted on people like this boy. I laughed. It's funny how he is so ignorant to his own flaws that are shamed deep within his mind
passion   there is a ladder reaching up fingers brush bottom rung cling and sting barren fingertips five more steps.
Dark clouds do not creep up at night, Instead graze our minds when the sun does shine And the thoughts impale us with softened blades, Though our smile rivals the daylight, If pried and smeared away with time,
Under the fleece, I feel heat.  The warmth of the fabric enveloping me, like the warmth of ones lover's arms.    Under the fleece, I feel secure.  The layer of protection against the brittle cold. 
At the end of the roadMake a right-hand turnCheck your left sideLeaves float The trees rush pastThe car’s windshieldThe sun is blinding youEven in fall
Outside the Window          Mountains reflect the sun setting and the colors          Changing from a deep blue to a violet What I’d Like to Eat          A waiter carries out a decadent brownie sundae
There's a formula for everything these days, and I can prove more things than I can understand, And I can fact check the stars, number the sand,
I am large backyards, clotheslines, and rocking chairs on the front porch. T-shirts and blue jeans. I am the magnolia tree at Grandma’s, the one we played under as children.   I am
I wield a fist that has shattered glass, leaving in its wake Shards strewn across the crimson splatter lining the sink where I weep sinking, sinking, sinking down into
A rock may weather   tough as nails   be eroded by time - wouldn’t hear a train passing being skipped
I AM   I am .... CalebFirst born, brotherLoves pouncing barking dogKisses in the morningHappy  
A girl stood clear unsure of what to become she was quiet but friendly honest but sensitive positive and brave with an ability to be open
Where will my world go? I watch its framework fall, but know not where it lands.   The vessel of wood carried my life upon it.
Who
Whodo youwantto be? I wantto bebetter. In whatways? All ways.
I am soft. I am loved and coddled by a mother and a father, who say I am the center of their world. I am adored by all that I have made grandparents for the first time.
Little girl Pink tutus and ribbons Pretty lace Perfect routine   Big day Butterflies release in my tummy Bright lights Ribbon hits the floor   Disaster
A gallery of accomplishment is on display: The boy sits still, waiting On someone to see his good work People look, and pay their compliments, But no one sees that the words on the page,
I will not be placed Into some neat little box.    I will not fit.   I am not conventional,  I will not go along with the flow,  Biting my tongue and silencing my views.  
Dear lover, ​I write a lot. There are words scribbled on my palms, my arms.
I am the girl you were warned about. The girl built from fire and stone― The girl who swallows the stars and extinguishes the sun―
My hands fell on morning Hard leather, cigarettes Tint midnight memories. Smoldering red sun snuck Up on me. Heartbroken Mother draped in her gown Waves me off.  From my home
Anxious about being
Look Around You On a cart full of lost minds On the track What used to be defined as communication is now A flick fo the thumb Rather than tell me yourself Nah, the black and white text got me
You excel at commanding the room
A year in and it still feels fresh yet smells like last fall's rain. The grass is cut the same but new feet treck across the green carpet. Familiar faces line pathways weaving between brick buildings.
I am not weak. {I won’t deny my flaws and insecurities. I’ve been bruised and broken in places, used and abused and pushed aside and wasted, disregarded and shamed, manipulated and blamed,
Kursus online bersertifikat di Indonesia dalam dunia pendidikan sangat membantu para pelajar dalam mendapatkan materi tambah
JOY
Joy. Every day, A great smile lights up my face. I love to brighten someone’s day With little things. A smile, A hug, A “Hello” or “How are you?” Sometimes…
"Comete todos tus vegetales," my mother would tell me As I sat, after school, at our small dinner table in our small dining room In our small, two bedroom, one bathroom house.  
              I decided the morning that my grandfather died that that was the last time I would breathe the same air as my mother. She had promised time and time again
I am not who I believed I would someday become. By this age, I was supposed to be a princess or an astronaut or a bull rider. Instead I am head of the rocket club and am having one dream
The rain in the back of my head comes from The pain that festers in my heart. My disdain towards myself makes me bleed more Then a stab to artery and vein. I bleed
How does one stay the guilt of being a burden willingly taken? The mind kept by others is weary of dreaming.   Innocence was the age of knowing nothing once in shadow Awareness cannot awaken.
I am the Magpie. When Winter came, I flew South; “It’s warmer there,” they said. Will I ever see my home again?   When Winter came, I flew South, But I will return home in the Spring.
The Tooth Fairy I believed more
You can't suffocate me 'Cause I will inhale more than you know Keep trying to pacify And feed the demon inside   The hunger and lust exist For a reason beyond the truth
I have been called defective, unableto separate right from good—
Through years of sorrow and so much pain I thought I’d never see the day When everything changed
Once upon a time, the invention of happiness came about. It washed over my world like a shower and I discovered I really had no reason to pout.     Welcome to Rebekkah-stan
  I The body and the soul, they act as one.    A tandem vehicle for change to come.    While life on Earth's unbearable for some, 
Darkness.     Never ending darkness.     I close my eyes and feel the silence.   A rumbling on the horizon.   Thin and harmless claps of thunder
You calculate the total cost of all the expenses of this trip as your plane launches into the sky  $50 because your suitcase was 8lbs over weight Another $50 for the Nike’s you bought for yourself
he hands of Time seem at rest, but with a simple, steady beat they move toward an eternity unknown to the world.  
Write when you are empty. Spend your days burying your thoughts in print, allowing the words to take you deeper than your feet could ever wander. Write of the rains of November, of bruised sunsets,
Love making
Each step taken is another place moved. Each word spoken is another breath breathed. Each speech given is another passion found. Each song played is another love created.  
In the face of despair One would feel the need to give in When I look at you, I see desparation When I peer in the mirror, I see a reflection of you and me. The world seems cruel
The quill slides over and into the inkwell the battle 'gainst evil begins   then promptly the clash of the two sided sword rings louder with the side that wins.   a story, a plotline
Sometimes it rains on my face a lot those salty raindrops you know? I wish I can make the stop but the more I want to, the more they fall.   I feel like I’m being strangled
Great orchids bloomAgainst the humid, foggy gloom,Seedlings eat the deadAnd on my skin rolls angry redAs army ants crush my bonesMarching over my heaving tombstone;And I rot six feet underneath
In my old best friend's bedroom drunk and stoned out of my head I keep lighting myself on fire again and again in her bed. Every time, it burns and every time, I scream but once it's out, I light it again
Firefly sparks 
We are but lonely gods; Divine primary partners In creation Stumbling in vain for Ephemeral sleep in starlight. Speaking in soft slumber  Of our most noble pride,
The faint smell Of tobacco. That hated smell, Forever fused into Skin, sheets and Mind. Last night, Every flashing light Every piercing shriek Every bass note from the
The snow dances down Like prima ballerinas, Floating and flitting. It lands with not one small sound, A lull, then orchestra swells.
We’re living in a world
Everyone can do unique things with their voice,
As expected, an apple falls from Life's tree. So do all its neighbors. Yet one could obliterate conformity; you.   The world will try to poison vulnerable lives. But His staff leads home
The leaves fall as I walk under the trees, My eyes crinkling against the crisp, cool breeze. I pause, and time seems to stand still, As I become hypnotized by the fiery leaves, until
Pardon me if I regret this Father, these are my confessions I'm selfish, reckless, and restless Pleas fall on deaf ears from friends that once were mine I suppose that's just how time flies
   
Get all your ducklings in a row
 
He didn’t do it, remember? The light hit the face at that Crooked, something-degree angle and Scattered like roaches. His brow twisted, lips curled Downwards and furled. No man falls like that.
Light went out and like a roach Boy hid, Long wait, short wait, Two-tone clock ticking ‘till Good ‘ol Mr. Sunshine flashed his pearly whites And kissed the ground into shadows
I am so much skin I am freckle, scar, and vein The bones tap like piano keys But the song should stay unsung   Shame, reverse time and take back What you gave to me
The Crowd surges forward as one     tidal mass of flesh compressing        itself against a steel barricade.            In the front row I am happy,happily 
Sir Newton
It rains softly tonight As I stare out my window The tiny droplets streaking across the pane I often wonder why the skies cry tonight Perhaps in mourning of its Dark Mistress
Here’s to you for tearing me down. I can’t believe I ever wondered If this is the end.   It’s like there’s no room to breathe. The light dissipates as we’re plundered.
So, we sit We wait What now? The smooth, seductive sound Of the blues swim around us The intoxicating moods that shift all around I look at you You look at me
The day I see you is the day I find myself. Every day, I look outside the window and see what appears to be  never seems to be what I want to see.   Just today, I see you walking
No justice, no peace. No justice for the deceased. The system continues to cheat Latinos and Blacks. It’s just like back in the 50s. The only difference, you’re sitting with me.
I hide where everyone can see But the harsh lights blind them And I would hope I do too. Glittering. Who is she? I hide at center stage Where the words that couldn’t Wouldn’t
I am the product of my Father’s hand, a creation of God, knit carefully into a man. I am the effect of love and nurture, a home that cares and builds and corrects. I am the aftermath of disaster, of learning
Notes. Not like the ones made of trees.   Floats. across the air, through the keys.   Jazz Pianists' fingers tell no lies, traveling through the White and Black Sky.
That perfect caption -  it's all I need to say.  It tells the world what I'm doing,  where I'm at, when I'll be away.  That corresponding picture  (damn I look so fine!)
They say that I have problems: Schizophrenia and such. There’s a lot more, but I don’t understand very much.   Am I crazy? I can’t possibly be! There isn’t anything Wrong with me.
I felt comfortable, still, and ready While I sat with my mind set and steady.
With their infinite wisdom of the universe, They came down to our planet surely knowing how ignorantly intelligent we are, Started to see how we were not very diverse But for how we conduct business in bazaars.  
Sometimes when I'm eating I pretend I'm a dinosaur
I feel most alive on the US-15 with my mother, my father, and my puppy.
Well: who am I, put honestly? Without facade, I seem to be A borderline dichotomy Between two frames of mind.   At first, I show my artistry: An optimist's philosophy Where I eschew gentility -
Take away the make-up,
Me Myself & I   The joking one, The one who laughs at everything, The one who is outgoing, cheerful.   What is beneath all those smiles? Is that a tear I see?
I walk, sometimes,  down the ageing pavement. Quick steps, cat-like, but I'm no sly cat.   I laugh, sometimes. It could be said that I purr. Maybe it sounds warm to you,
I would scream.  Slap! Why do you do this?  It hurts hurts hurts. 
To you, I am just a pale face Tired and exhausted I lack something that you want. And to you, That is perfection. I am more than just this filter Of beauty so fake. I am a person.
Cold concrete brings ache to his body—unforgiving Drops pour through a window onto his tired back Yearning for freedom, he begs for the light of the moon, Trapped in this nightmare, the pain will not fade.
I Am...Who am I?   Who am I? I am x- An unknown, never constant, and always drifting.
My backgro
      I hear a rumor Passing in the wind I move closer to hear. The rumor is about me. Yet again another individual Caught in a web of lies That makes others happy.
Somewhere in this crawl space that we call a brain,
i wake in the morning, having no warning, of how i would be looked at like i have on a funny hat.   i walk through the halls with no fear at all knowing that who i am
Sometimes I wonder What would it be like If the world were different Sometimes I wonder How many people  Are killed and hurt  Sometimes I wonder What would it take
For when I enter the Lighted room, I cannot fathom being in Another place With so many faces Staring in my eyes.   A Realization comes over me and I think:
 I look at you with my hidden eyes Your smile lights up the world Blue, green, and gray crystals In my heart, butterflies twirled I did not see it coming   At first mere acquaintances
All my life they’ve taught me to be clean, Wash my hands while singing the ABCs. But what if I really like dirt? Sorry but I swear it won’t hurt!   Nice shoes cramping my style,
Some people appear to be "flawed" but you don't see what their life has been like; You don't see their pain, or their strugge, or their loss
Living that 32 GB lifestyle, posed photos taking up my space. Out to dinner? Let’s take a pic… They all look the same Family, friends, or coworkers hopping in the shot
I don’t know which of my parents promised you a “polite young lady” for a granddaughter, but you should probably ask for a refund.   Because I remember, seven years old, Thanksgiving dinner,
It's who I am. I've always been tall. And no, I don't play basketball or volleyball. I am constantly stranded in a sea of small and world of petite. Yes, my feet are large, but imagine if I had small feet.
Beneath my skin there is an entireunexplored cosmosthat replenishes itself withlike the cells that make up my body,it is filled with innumerable,splendid celestial bodies
Seas of Black and White
Tonight existed an icy one, nothing occurred truly stature absent; we clashed at the crowning of the peek witnessing for the yesterday's mantle without a real sense of direction.  
Will I let society decide who's flawless? I think not!
If the flames burn auburn in the chill of the night Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light Notice not I, the cold that endures But wait for the sun whose golden glow assures
How? How can I let my emotions Come back into play When they have destroyed me
God created me
Flaws: They make us We're flawed beings with perfect streaks. Flaws: They break us We're flawed beings with colorful stripes. Flaws: They're your weakness Your downfall
3 years ago I came back home,             unable to function on my own.
They call me Simmie;
The Bystander  
Dedicated to a dear friend named Sandra Hong, whose life was tragically lost and taken away from us too soon in October 2013.
Pain consumes the world
No, I did not just wake up like this, I was created and I was born like this.  I'm perfectly imperfect. Not caring what the others do, Its up to me, all that I do,
Sitting in the pale, lack of reminiscent memory covered bed sheets, of a musty condemned motel, lying on the outskirts of Ureka, Nevada. Four eyes and two hallowed bodies
Scrutiny. That's the world I would use to embody a mirror. Not vanity, or beauty, or even reflection. But scrutiny. 
No, I am afraid you’re wrong. I am words And lyrics  I am “tell me that I am everything you need.”   No, I am not silence.  I am tears and laughs 
I had my head beneath the water     I was about to take a breath      To let the quick intake of dark liquid cleanse me with death
Life and its troubles are changing with each passing day the world’s Pain is severe and unending and can lead the strongest-willed astray   But a bigger part of the soul,
They call us all the selfie generation, encourage confidence just to shame it. They airbrush out flaws and blemishes and say we're all beautiful regardless.   They give us mixed signals about all this,
Me
Yes, I fight
I hide behind filters just to fit in and not look lame, But this is not me, I am never the same, Rather, it is a blank screen with a vintage frame, I know it will not win me a ticket to fame,
Sometimes I wonder about our generation How will we fit in with the larger population? We go through our  days hoping to be distracted And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
I speak in undulations to you- formless master (nourishment has no price except existence)
  There was a time when I had lost all of my confidence.
“Just one more” One more selfie after 95 others Only one more attempt to find their “good side” With another filter, another caption, another expression
Glimmers shimmer down the dimly lit halls As I strut, Fully erected Slightly grinning at my magnificence  Not a spec lie on my clothes- Every inch of my being beams with a different persistence 
freedom asphyxiates me
You have slaves but you never see them. There she lies: on the cold, hard floor.
Without a flaw Perfect skin Perfect body Perfect hair It's a  girl. We have impossible standards For each other and ourselves. It's not fair
She awoke in the dark, with the moon in her eyes. She'd taken a chance; she'd been foiled by king's spies.
I see the
The mind is an amazing, strange, horrifying Little place. Or so I’ve been told.
    Since all we know is in relation, It's hard to know true perfection, although we must know that we have two things in us.  
A famous line from a movie onced went something like "You can't handle the truth". If I were to tell you the truth, it'd have to be from a telephone booth. Somewhere where I couldn't see your face
My friends’ minds do not blush at their ignorance, My friends’ ears do not turn red Instead, their flesh molts as a dead thing’s does. From purple to blue From blue to black From disused to diminished
No one considers acting a real occupation, But we are all modern thespians. From a young age, we’re taught emotions to use as masks for everything: Happy in public, Stoic in times of danger,
 I am among those Who are made of glass Fragile, brittle,ready to Break
Girls. Overpriced makeup. It Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
I remember how the shackles fit since I was three years old  and noticed that my brother had cars and I had an apron lined with  silver bars, they trapped my dreams they hid my screams under a noxious smell
Who do I say, Do I say that I am? What am I now, Am I now that I was? When will it be, Will it be truly me? Where does this end, Does this end with a dream? Oceans rolled,
i do not want to be the girl that makes you forgetyour nights filled with loathing and apathyor that pushes the thoughtof suicide from your cluttered closet of a mindi want to be the girl that makes you remember
African - I am an over one-thousand-year old toil Basking under the golden sun From which those northerners recoil; Through savanna, through jungle, through desert I run. Long before they gave me a fork
Noises surround me like the streets of New York,
The fact is I am HUMAN. I make mistakes Those mistakes prevent me from Continuing my life, Where do I begin? And Where do I end?   Time goes against me, But life always goes on,
Flawless? What? Who, me? Not in a million years. What in this world can I do perfect? In what do I have no fears?   Fashion? Hah! I think I choked. My hair has its own free will.
I am inherently by birth a flawed creature I was born from the earth with my mother's heart and my father's features Raised in the darkness just as a lotus would drive forth from the dirt to the heavens above
I never was the girl who had it all Hell, I was the one who had nothing at all. But here I am, I stand before you proud and tall. No money nor connections, just sheer ambition
Why am I so amazing?   I got blood through my veins and oxygen through my lungs. Yeah my body performs so many miracles.   Plus even then I have the capacity to form emotions and a
Faces  
You're dropping "I'm sorry" like I'm still around.I don't care how you feel. I don't care about your excuses.You took for granted all the times I never let you down.
 Every person is just another risk.Recyclable, used, stomped on all in the name of insincere apology.Thrown in the unwanted corner, waiting for someone to care.
You smile at me like you know me. You have tried to understand me.
I woke up that morning smelling like campfire
I was the ice you stood on, a cold sheet to crack and go beyond the surface of. I was afraid you would fall, but you could walk without sliding, getting traction with every step. I liked your sorcery.
The only thing that seems to hold me back at times is syntax in my sentences, and error in my rhymes   I fear the judging eyes of others the rhidicule of mothers
Remind me why we can’t try this again.Now that we know what’s at stake,we won’t make the same mistakesand if we do, we’re done for good, the end.But at least we’ll know what could have been
I can rhyme words without a rhythmbut as soon as I try, I lose the feeling.So I’ve learned to let them flow,let ‘em rolloff my tongue - or in this case my pen -
Do or die, fail or try;either way, you don’t have a choiceunless you want to live life with a voicesilenced by others who would rather live in fearthan open up their minds and hearts to hear
Speaking for others has never been my style,but I promise you this will be worth your while.
This stress triggers my anxietybecause I can’t handle you being mad at mefor any reason. It makes me nervous.I think, "Do I really deserve this?"or is my mind just ten steps ahead of reality?
They're getting deeper and I don't know what to do it's as if each little line becomes  bottemless and cavernous as it grows more and more every day I've been so strong all this time
The numbness is pervasive like smoke. It is fast moving silk. Sensual. Smooth. And I chase memories. Ones I'm not sure I'd like to catch.
Voices matter. Without a voice, Hitler wouldn't have taught us the power of speech. Without a voice, Martin Luther King Jr. wouldn't have taught us dreams can be reached.
Soldiers Live and wonder why They've seen their brothers fall and die They've heard their hero's final cry Soldiers live and wonder why
I’m not too good at this, letting you hear How much I do care and it fills me with fear. My belov’d words fail, I don’t know what to say, But my heart and my eyes scream “Don’t go! Please Stay.”
Subscribe to Enjambment