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It is a dark night. There is hardly any light Besides the moon, which can be a fright. I feel the whoosh of the breeze. The temperature is as thought I might freeze.
I feel lost and defeated Was this the pain I thought was gone I feel small and convicted The friend I thought i could trust is already gone And whenever I fall down I pick myself up
No One Will Hold Me Down No One. No One. no one Let Me Say This Once More No One Will Hold Me Down Not Even My Own Mother Who Do They Think I Am? I Can Do Anything
Im not okay. The voice took over. Its just me, Its not anxiety. Everyone lies. I look like a buffoon. Im fat, ugly, and stupid. The words keep repeating in my head not letting me even breathe.
I have devils in my pocket. Two little devils. They snag crumbs from my plate, They wait patiently outside the shower, They sit on my night stand as I sleep. Sometimes they are more noticable,
Perception of reality is individual. The philosophy is simple: The process of life is equivocal and understanding is futile.
Love is enticing Icing on cake I'll go where it takes me I hope I don't break I've made journeys to hearts Universes apart I've seen, but I've felt much more
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
Lay in bedTry to drown out my thoughts With music written from hurt Think of the walkAnd what I would have saidIf emotions were in check
I’m writing this poem about you Because I love you But everything you do for me Is because you love me Thank you for being my friend Thank you for being there for me Thank you for being kind
I ask you, what does it mean to Love? “That feeling that makes you smile whenever you see me?” Relationships and Love are Passion
Because I love you, I mention your mistakes But you lash out at me With words like swords and tears streaming down You forgot me at one point I remember though, of all the tears that made me drown
Words hold power. They are a release for the brave, the wounded. Where words are, emotions lie behind it. So I write.
The girl in the mirror looks at me with sunscreen still on her nose, A smile plastered across her face as she realizes her mistake, I turn away from the mirror and try to rub the sunscreen in,
Look at these damned cuts These damned scars These perminate marks These are left because of your hurtful words You hated how I was You fated me to bleed To cry and fucking scream You cut me down to the seems You blugening bastard You whores fu
Stars don’t twinkle as bright as they did when I longed for their warmth Mountain peaks are tangible; Thoughts of you can calm the storm Ocean depths aren’t deep at all in comparison to our talks
Love is fighting Love is arguments and tears Love is uncertainty Love is doubting and fears Love is disagreement Love is pain
Oh ... I suppose I'M The one Who Was supposed To Fix the WHOLE FUCKING WORLD! no? Then why isn't it done already?
You stitched, Cross-hatched my broken heart, Repaired it with yours. You sacrificed it and, Stitched it in. Bonded together,
A healthy relationship. What is "healthy"? Saying I love you when you get off the phone? A good night and good morning text? A like on instagram? A tagged picture?
Your lies are bigger than your fears The voice of your heart which you can't hear Secrets were never meant to be kept But now your soul is trapped
My Overalls by Jasmine Exinia Dark blue jeans Minnie on the pocket Skechers lighting up when she stomps Little girl in overalls just having fun
Love, an emotion that we feel Percieved to be decadent Beauty all around in our eyes and soul. It means that we should be kind, open to learning. Arms wide open, hands extended.
It’s the moment you look at them. Every single time your eyes meet, You know in your heart, there, that’s were you want to be.
Snow White cannot fight Her soul’s become cold Like White Snow. She must go. Sharp memories like icicles Dangerously dangling
i remember i sat there, in my cold seat along the last row you were there, a building and a world away the thought of you suddenly plagued my mind i knew i just had to write something about you
She painted her skin red, so did he. Maybe that's what brought them together. She knew his drug was writing. He realized how someone can be addicted to more than one substance.
Bottled sounds seep; escape.Our noise mimics semi trucks.All in fluid motion
Once upon a time she was locked in a tower, a tower drowning in hope. A tower with one fight and lots of power. A tower only used to mope. With beautiful blonde hair, with a bright, white smile,
Beginnings. The first page. The first wave. For later, it describes the first date. Emotions bonded within the first chapter. Feels like a happily ever after. Captured. By lust and compassion.
To write about happiness is unmarked territory and I wonder what it's like over there. I wonder what it's like to be in love with being alive. Is it like entertwining my hands
I am 16 years old I’m left handed I hate my hyphenated last name And I absolutely hate bananas I still don’t know how to play video games either
my body might not be strong enough to be a shield but my mind is undeniably a sword my voice summons me to the forefront and the world is my battlefield—
Anger is a virus that takes hold of every fiber in your body It corrupts the interface of your brain and every thought Anger is so intense and sometimes becomes one’s identity
It’s funny, how much a person can change over the years. You still look like me in a way, with just a little more baby fat and a little less height. Your eyes, however, are nearly unrecognisable.
I'm sick of waiting for the world to pass on judgement. I'm sick of waiting for its punishment. I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come whether it is ot bring joy or if it is to bring tradgedy.
You and me Balanced out in my tea Never been so cold Never been so sweet Right now it's not so good for me I guess we started out too strong Just a matter of time Before something went wrong
Nostrovia And so I'll sit around tonight In my old sweatpants with a crack in my heart listening to your favorite oldies songs drowning the sounds of my thoughts out with hope.
Verse: Mist, in my eyes Ice, heart melts, freeze Dive, into ocean spacious as skies Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep Still profound, unexplored Wonder, how change will give more
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong Got my head in the clouds,
And I see him in someone's sideways smirk, someone's endless brown eyes, someone's smile when they laugh.
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth by limbs too weighed down by darkness. I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air. The usual chaos has stopped its storm
Ruin, Destroying what you want. Death, Killing who you want. Loot, Taking what you want. Kill,
How do you feel? Are you in love? Or is it lust? Shall I be a port in the storm? Or will I be with you for as long as we both want?
In the twilight the American flag waves for The nations people
I'm still baffled as to how I've made it this far. I'm alive. I'm breathing. I have everyone fooled. These people think they know me. They think I'm all fun and games. The laughter is a lie.
"I cry salty tears for inside I am an Ocean. So dark and deep not even monster make a commotion. But if you dare to take a look you'll surely drown in all the emotion."
When I think I base it off emotion "I feel" is all I know Sometimes it helps Sometimes it won't. When I argue I use my anger More than I use my words Sometimes I win
2016 was like a rollercoaster In the beginning it was easy You know straight forward no bumps in the road Then I got a job, and it went downhill My money wasn't actually my money
Emotions can suck sometimes, it can be happy, mad, sad, but don't let it stop you from reaching your primetimes. Hey, life is not always rad, but let it shape who you truly are,
XX Chromosomes cried in excitement from the minute the ball dropped. 2016. My best friend and I cheered surrounded with friends, “This was our year.”
To listen, or not to listen? That is the question Whether it is right to listen to the sound of others Following what they believe to be of sound mind Or to take a stand for one's own thoughts,
Erase, erase, take me away from this horrible place. Erase my memories,, take them away. I'll tell them good riddance, not welcome to stay. Push them, shove them out the door, I just can't sttand them anymore.
Everything hurts deep inside, i don't know why but i can't hide something tells me it's not right to say goodbye. I open my eyes to the big surprise that was feel with rise.
My hair becomes the dirt My hair becomes the dirt But I don't care As I let the roots absorb me into their grasp And swallow me whole. The bitter taste of soil on my tongue Is nothing
Heartbreak is the heartbeat moments Smiles fading into frowns When happy turns to sad In remembrance of a memory The longing to return
we were happy once back when we were but children, giggling at the minute moments innocent, but ignorant. not yet accustomed to the term depression
I saw fateful stars, Not twinkling with lullaby dust, But searing, scorching, bright with meteoric impact. I stumbled into black, a murky, messy plight of blurry edges, hollow words.
You You make me feel things After feeling so numb For so long Is it any wonder that I Don’t want to give you up?
If I were to write you a eulogy I would start by saying You are not dead I still see you in the mirror In the smile lines painted permanently onto my face I carry you in the baggage under my eyes
I want to be something to give to people. I want my words I one day write, to make people feel something. To be so strong, they feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.
I feel restless As the lullaby of screams and agony Gently puts us to sleep in bodybags While the gentle rain of atom bombs Erodes away our humanity
Angels sweet melodies Soothing the sensation. The times go by through and through Strengthening my disguise. Lost and alone drifting through life Nowhere truly found.
Music The power The emotion Feeling The adreniline The sorrows Voices The melodies The harmonies Balance The highs The lows
I love the way your weight feels when you lean on me; And when you twitch, And when you cry, I'll hold you close, And stay awake, To kiss your head & protect you from your monsters.
As a child, I endured extreme anxiety once my adolescent body found itself incarcerated by the unforgiving darkness of the night.
Dark eyes; tears of joy many things can change your mood just by walking through a door; life changes; confidence falls but one thing is certain through all faith will always pick you up from that fall.
Introverted and maybe a little perverted I stay inside my room with no plans for returnin' My life is going down and it seems like its burnin'
this the type of shit that make you run yo mouth asking how but only answers are not given to what you amount the sound of clout
All my homies hmu like where you been Clearly Smoked out comatose and unresponsive tearing Searing pain unmistakable
I gaze upon you, and what is it I see? An expression? A soul? No, it is only a body. I listen to your word, I know your mind to be strong But reflective, slow persuasion Prove my thoughts and feelings wrong.
EMOTIONS I'm Not Feelin So Fine Not feelin so great Hate. The way I feel Hate. The patients to wait. But in the end, I'm feelin fine. Every night through the day I feel high, up, down, O-kay
I remember the end of June, Oh my, It was like my favorite song, but except now it sounds out of tune. We would look up, Wondering what we got ourselves into,
I feel like i am a bother to other people. I feel alone, No matter who i am with. I am forced to deal with the high expectations that have been given to me. I feel judged and stressed almost all the time.
It's the color of fire as it dances in the wind, alone. It's the hue of her lips as she leaves a trail on his neck, like a sentence that will never be finished. It's the color that rushes to your fingertips
a humid haze after a violent stormthe spotted, dying leaf fallen from a maple treethe bitter aftertaste of a sweet treat,the remnants of what was once. one minute, it's so close, you can almost smoke it and the next it's faded, a ghost, you've los
A Dark Room A Single Chair Just sitting there Alone... Someone sits... Someone goes... Again the chair is alone... 'Tis a very soft chair All covered in white
I am poetry My words fly with the birds and the bees My definition of poetry is being free My poetry is deeper than the ocean with explosive emotions It can be more violent than the push and pull of waves
Let my pain soak the sheets of the bed that holds me Let it permeate the walls confining me Let it seep out of my pores and into oblivion
rain settles in. dank, organic breath of steam. i spit out my life: sweet, sweet beginnings to
Where my emotionIs gathered inConstant tensionMy nose, my throatHot clouds ofBreath that disallow The peaceful rainTo swallow downMy doubt, my insecuritiesMy stress, my fear
i bash my head on the walls until it cracks open i let everything pour out soupy and thick like egg yolks thoughts and ideas drain from me as they pour down my face im not even sure what it means
These words are a salvation that flows from the need in my chest through my arms and out my flying fingertips These words are a salvation stemmed from the same feelings and whirls of thought
A girl worried for her furture A girl never satisfied A girl in her little brother's shadow A girl inspired by the sparkling darkness of Poe A girl wanting to be the best but knowing she never will be
It started out as an assignment, Write this, write that, turn it in, But, to me, it became something more. Free poems, no rules, just extras in the assignment, They became more than just a grade,
Take hold of thy pen, Crawl within my den, The world appears free, For the beholder is me, I caress the page with my wants, No sour stranger can ever taunt, In the world of love and poetry,
I feel like I died a million deaths How can you not feel the same? I would say my tears are just allergies but really my heart cannot be tamed I feel useless seeing you with your other
If only it were light That you desperately needed, But it's not. I'd light up your world So you'd have to spin around And rethink it all--again But the tragedy is You're gone
words spill from my lipslike a water fountain in crimson red there is so much i want to say, alwaysmy tongue like a reel of film ripped down the center;writing makes me feel unique
She looks in the mirror and what does she see? A girl with a lot of insecurity Her thighs feel thick and her stomach feels fat and she believes nothing will ever change that
At night I'm the darkest sky The stars are my path The moon is my guide My mind travels To far away places Where my grass Is greener From the other side
He is empowered But you, powerless Have not they gave any trusted name
Countless hours Harmony in my head Words of life Don't send me to bed Stay up with me Keep me company I am the quiet stream But you're the babbling brook speak in sense
I'm nine years old and what do you know? I got these feelings, how do I show? At the computer I sit and out my fingers, poems flow. One, then two, four, five, ten,
I do not know this so called "emotion", but I'm desperate to find my life devotion. I get this feeling in my chest and it feels so real. But when I'm around you, that feeling grows stronger. What is this?
Emotion. Pure and strong. It filled her with an ethereal richness, like crashing tidal waves cascading within her heart with no escape. Sometimes life bore down on her
Snow twirls through the air Soft and dainty Crafted elegantly with designs The human eye can't see The sky is gray White Who really knows It shields the cozy homes below
From the first coherent sentence, there have been ink-stained hands leaving prints on select souls and few regrets using points and keys to paint the walls with the colors of joy and anguish
It reminded her of the way she felt The lonely clouds that is A feeling to be dealt Watching the endless raindrops collect
Are you ever just not numb but not feeling anything either?
I don't wanna be where I am
Being full of love is not as easy as it looks
Has vanished without a trace, leaving me barren. Mayhaps it found a better place, Somebody who wants it. I
Help me, with a Clarity of Feeling. Naturally, as much as we can, I must feel it. Help me, Be at Peace with my Heart. I love Trust love. Naturally,
If you were sitting in a room with the people closest to you, would you now how many you'd call a real friend? You know those who call just to check up?Would be the the first you call when something's wrong?Go out and turn up?You never doubt the b
"I feel the beat of my own words as they tumble A stutter, a jump in the waves of age that crash Down, encircling my head, shooting an emotional gun A bang in bed, so hard it breaks.
Have you ever drowned in a dry space?
In the style of Kim Addonizio I want a blue dress. I want it starched and unwelcoming; I want it so loose I forget I'm in it; I want to wear it until I completely disappear
She peaks like swell in the ocean and crashes into the sand dunes. She soars with the pelicans and falls with rain. She is the orange sunset glimmering across the river, only to disappear over the west when looked upon.
If one isn’t ready for something Why prepare yourself for it? You began to follow your heart Forgot about your mind And fears
The Touch of Emotion, Life, in its innocent moments What are we? Without Interaction? We are Nothing. We Lose ourselves. We forget how we have loved. Lost.
What I Can't Live Without
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
It is plastered upon faces Determines choices that need to be made Feelings may be hurt Connections between families can be saved
We argue every day. We argue until walls fall down, Until the neighbors from downstairs look up at us And say the next day “Please don’t slam the door. We hear you.”
Past or Future? Optimism or Pessimism? Trust or Skepticism? Right or Wrong? Why limit ourselves to a mere two choices? Why ruin ourselves with the simple? "Happy?" "Sad?" "Okay?"
A little dot here A splash of color there Just add a little bit of "omph" everywhere. My soul has been unleashed My attention must not cease I want to forget; that is my silent prayer.
My dear, it's quite alright to be anoxic I promise you, I truly understand When feelings get so strong as to be toxic I swear to you, I'm here to lend a hand.
Baby, yeah I see you growing up in the ville Messing round with these hittas Knowing none of them ain't real They blowing up your phone Talking bout they want to chill Trying to get up in your pants
Stuck on an island Doesn't matter much to me I was always alone anyway All I ever needed was myself It isn't too much of a problem I never needed anybody else As long as I am here
A cold touchHigh windsWarm waterWet hairHot sand
Hate Despise, Scorn Shunning, Cursing, Hostility Pain, Evil, Delight, Care Respecting, Cherishing, Flirting
I've got real boy problems and I can't stand it Try to keep everyone so I demand it No one ever stays so I stay angry The best way to attract the same thing Those who turn up as new are the old faces
The fast beating of your heart when it’s near The static and intensity in its eyes The gratification and contentment it provides The bliss and attraction in its kiss
Tears flow freely down the slope of your cheek, concentrated with sadness. Eyes look up filled with betrayal. Why, why now? "Am I not everything you ever wanted, am I not enough? "
Thrumming, HummingThe beat of your heart A simple reminder you areAlive.
Crumpled emotion flows through our bones, running and tugging and screaming "Go home!". Through it all we crack and crumble, pouring our heart out onto the rubble.
Something within beats madly, angrily forcing thoughts to the surface.
What i need is something as beautiful as white gold The very declaration of this word is quite bold Now wait, stay with me, though i know i am young This word is just something that just slips off the tongue
Entrenched in blue Indebted Sunk by a hue embedded the skull of rape stench of sape(ien) appetite whetted Desire, waits, Death, hates, Entreched in blue Indebted.
I am erratic. A giddy, round-eyed, five-year old. A rocker who has too much soul. Who cried when the wind blows the wrong way. Who giggles incessantly at the break of day.
I belong to myself and only to myself While it is a great responsibility, I proudly take it on. I, now twenty-years-old in perfect physical health Need to remember this when darkness envelopes my mental state
Some days I'm happy and bouncing off the walls. Some days I'm sad and don't want to leave my bed. Some days I wish my emotions would let me be. Leave me alone. Go away.
I don't know what "empathy" is. I don't know what "feelings" are. I don't know what gives. I read people and expression The same way I read books: Analytical and critical perception.
Who said poetry had to be pretty?
Friends with benefits What's the benefit When I'm falling in love And you're looking down from the cliff
2 a.m. caught up in my feelings got your image running through my head flipping through the scenery lost or lonely I don't know can you tell me what I'm feeling
An Eight Letter Word by: Abigail Gyamfi Looking at you now disappoints me, You sacrifice and put yourself In danger just for money, After it all, you just hit and run.
I was thinking that everything were sorted. Thinking i knew the end of the story. Well think again, my prediction was wrong. Oh, how wrong i was. You have no idea. Wish i hadn't gotten so near.
*I have exceeded expectations and yet still i fall down. People will leave you and you'll think that's fine. follow me, soon you'll be all mine. when you try and get rid of me you will realise there's no hope.
*All's it take's it that one small thing to bring you back down to earth. To suddenly start thinking what your life has been worth. Did you achieve many of your goal's? or any of your plan's in life?
*In my own world id'e be made out of playdo'h, and the colour purple id'e be. The place i can learn to be me, start to be me... I have something no one else has, my inner light. The colour purple i think id'e like.
It's so frustrating. While i'm here slowly suffocating. Quickly getting even more bitter. There's still time to fix this. There's just time to fix it, FIX IT. Get a grip, put your brain in gear and shift it.
*It's time to un screw this fantasised head of mine, wouldn't ya say?There ain't no one else to blame.If through all the sunny day's, all's i see is rain. It's time that my higher self showed itself. Made an appearance, wouldn't ya say.?
* I try and convince myself it's fine. The problem's ain't getting any bigger. Who are you trying to kidd? ya kidder. You got ya finger pressed on the trigger. Im the one holding the gun.?
This is me... Drinking beer to make sure i don't see clear. Will you forgive me Mom.? Staying indoor's. No i don't have any flaw's. Taking "Shit" drinking even more you bet. Will you forgive me Mom? Forgive me.? Please Forgive me for my Sins.
*Yet again feeling so,so confused, as well as my arm's being battered and bruised. Listening to my music my mind drift's away. Trapped playing What's left of my memory's. Here i live,here i stay. Confusion and hate day after day.
*my Only Friend* I was the only one that really understood, when everyone else left, i gave you the gift of not giving a f***. I made you feel strong, wen infact you were weak. i helped you to disconnect,
* SMILE....*. *Just don't get it. Don't think i ever will. Sick of going over the same shit. In my head that is... Most thing's i have forgiven, Many thing's i have forgotten.
*YOU LISTENED... to me moan,whine,talk about nothing. Everything. My worry's. My hope's. You DIDN'T kick me when i was down, or when my smile was upside down. You could see i was on self destruct mode.
*YOU LISTENED... to me moan,whine,talk about nothing. Everything. My worry's. My hope's. You DIDN'T kick me when i was down, or when my smile was upside down. You could see i was on self destruct mode.
Nothing else on this earth has more power than music.
We can find the awe in everything
Never have I found a way to change the way I feel,All this hatred and agony is getting hard to conceal.No matter what I do,I always feel so blue.Lost within myself waiting to be free,All whilst hiding pain,
As I put my clarinet together Blowing air through my horn to fill my instrument I start to feel the vibrations on my finger tips Putting my heart and soul into each note
Time passing Seconds Minutes Hours Days and Weeks and Years
You are toxic You are poison to the people around you You are manipulative and twisted and sinister You do not feel You love with your mind, not your heart You are cold and calculating,
Her words were never heard they were never spoken. She created her own language through her eyes, her vibrant sapphire eyes. We grew up together, her and I... and yet she never really grew up,
Have you ever looked at someone and felt completely warm? In the coldest of winters they filled the holes in your heart with patches of summer. You couldn't look at them without smiling or urging to share a laugh.
I am The one you don't mess with When she's walking down the street Soldia flowin' through my veins
I am entirely devoted to maintaining my sanity,
How do you feel when you think there’s just no hope
feelings smash collide and integrate mixing colors like the finger paints my mother made me as a child one minute i am functioning one minute i am overwhelmed and the next i am gone
It takes no time to write if your saying what you feel As if what you say represents an official seal To the way that you see and the emotions you have For the way that you write is proof of what has
It gave me a knife and told me to stab. A stab for every pain that I had ever had A stab for the way they had made me feel. I would relieve my hurt very simply, it was all so clear. I did so gladly
I am an optimist disguised as a pessimist who hoards many flaws. And in the cracks and crevices of my heart bleeds out a sad love song. It keeps the rhythm of my veins at a steady pace.
Is this how it feels Like your heart is slowing ripping away Your mind slowly shutting down Everything getting blurred No longer able to hear Breathing gets labor
"Why don't you try writing what you feel down?" Write it in a poem Write it in a song Write it in a story I can do that Will that help me? Writing my emotions down Ok I think
Paths.Straight or sturdyCurved or dirty
Do you know a life at home?With heart felt loveAll around and above
Our love is a fire, brightly lit in the cold. As the lights around fade, the flame becomes bold. It waves and ripples and grows in it's power.
It's so cold Everytime I open my eyes this chill hits my spine & in that very moment Im completely frozen My hearts been numb by the base & I've grown numb to the faces of the pain that I try to run from
How dare you stare down at me Such cold hostilitity radiating from your soul How dare you find the notion That I am below the ground you tread I will make you consume all that I stand for
It was an ordinary day But ended with tears
Shouldn’t it be funny
Eyeliner, masacara, eyeshadow, Concealer, foundation; All to take me away from me. Which filter to choose? How to cover up myself? Maybe people will like me now.
There is a reason slam poetry
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. 144 characters Is that enough space to cram, Your fears, Your lies? That tear in your eye? What happened today, becomes a post. And the winner is,
How? How can I let my emotions Come back into play When they have destroyed me
I remember watching him sleep, his eyes fleeting back and forth under their lids. I remember him drawing long breaths, and his heartbeat wavering in his chest.
Loud nights, ears closed, doors locked, tired floors.
I'm awkward, I'm silent, I don't try to get to know others' and when I try to fake my emotions, some of my friends don't buy it. I really wear my emotions on my sleeves,
I wear a mask of stoicism. Even if the violence, The irritation, The hypocracy and hate, They get to me and cause my blood to boil. But, I can't let them get to me. My mask is what keeps me calm,
This hurtsFor some reason or another this hurts
Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
The music cures; my soul is crying,
It is the highest expectations that have the furthest to fall,
What sayeth thou o' wise confidant, You old self-Omni-potent fool; Believeth in the ways of the scholar yet thou hath cast out, All faith all reason for such frivolous worldly attires.
When we wake up, we see the sun, Golden and effervescent; Gleaming gladly with a smile at our bare faces, We shine in brilliance. Trying to shake things off to ignore the circumstances of Everyday life,
This is a war
Pursuit to gratification rises all the time. Subconscious mind always over me, Saying no-no go on until the thirst is quenched... My patience bursts unhappy when not met fulfillment,
Tears don't mean sad or pain, Isn't even flow from wounded heart... Tears are way to express joy and sad... Emotion charged when fervently warmed... In Very sad or Ecstatic joy,
Bursting at the seams With screeching pains of loss Broken hearts bitterly beat Full of deep regret
Insanity is the first time you saw him it's the smell of burnt chicken, he tryied to make on the first date it's the sound of the phone ringing and the feeling you get when you see his number on your screen
I like that feeling. That feeling when you feel so much.
A chill runs down my spine But I do not feel cold. A slap across the face With no pain. Black and blue covering a once perfect skin And I see nothing.
Let me straddle your mind Let me lay on top of your thoughts Rubbing & caressing each care away Interrupting them with each touch & feel I can open you up, to love, lifting you up Giving you a high
Will I ever meet a soul as sweet as mine? To help me pass the time, That loves all of my being, From my head,
I guess I should just tear you off Because you seem to want to define me I guess because I resemble a Hershey's kiss I'm just as smart as one but half as sweet Because I look like I'm from African
What you see,
My heart bleeds onto the glaring whiteness of this canvas. Oh how should I state the story of my soul? Staining the white canvas with colour. Red.
I didn’t know at first. First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
I have two million thoughts floating in my brain I am going insane due to experiencing power shortages Nervous about tomorrows test,quiz next week and getting hired at the mall
Can you see her? Did you know?
For what is a heart if it is not brave? What is it for if not for feeling the courage to invite every stranger into Its home To
I wander through my own mind looking for a sign with the utmost desire to let myself run free my feelings and emotions flow like I just finished reading The Great Gatsby I have so much to say,
To a poem, seldom wrote The words are stuck So often choke And when the pen Again find page The hand is halt and still To a poem, often quote The words can run amuck
Rendezvous with the MoonMy Moon.Conquer me. Devour me. Rip me to shreds.Come pour your radiance through my window,Come crawl in my bed.Come toy with my emotions,Come play with my head.
It's a rush that drives you when you're pushed to the limit, What you turn to
It's Pain which lead's us to Achieve Some
I wish, how I wish, I could just dismissthat longing feeling, that search for a kissIts like I'm trapped between the heart and the mind
Innocence lost Facade found Three year olds do remember Who would have thought? Tough Growing tougher Growing up Growing out
I smile. I laugh. I have been described as a hilarious person, One who makes the days of others.
There is a man quite dear to me who I’ve known for many years. He knows all of my feelings, and understands my fears. He lets me know what’s rational, what’s within my expectations.
I felt it when his eyes first locked on my own. Electricity, surging like volts, straight to the bone.
It started with me running My feet hitting the ground with purpose in every step My toes touching grass and my legs never tiring I was moving
Dear girl with the sharpies and sewing needles It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve grown up a bit, haven’t you? Since the last time I saw you finish something you started
Will it be Instagrammed, 50 likes buttons pressed to show approval instapopularity, we can accept ourselves now filtering out sincerity in acid blue Will it be framed on the wall
He went for my forehead and I went for his lips, He slowly pulled away and I quickly pulled him closer, Grabbing his arm as he grabbed my waist, Soft sweet lips touching and I think I’m enjoying it,
Slam! Going at this because Im going HAM. By the time im through you'll know exactly who I am. I resonate through all the oceans and all the lands. Being attacked by feelings that many will never understand.
All i do is tryI try when i writeI write until i cryI write until there are mo tears left inside my eyeSo what is the real reason why people try?
Who are you? You help make me, you birthed me , but who are you?
I cry from time to time I don't let myself have these feelings until I'm alone
The pretty stories you tell.
I move your mountains,For you rivers flow,
I really miss t
A smile that is what I show Behind it a tortured mind that no one will ever know I walk my line, I do my time I try to be respectable, caring, and refined But on the inside what one does not see
Her eyes have witnessed horrorsIn the darkest of nights and the brightest of daysIf you'd look within them deep enough They would give all her secrets away
Emotion. The one true feeling that seperates us from them.
With a love for you as strong as mine
I have this weird obsession with the cold. Perhaps I’m simply Fascinated With familiarity, But it knows just the right ways to freeze to the bone Leaving the numbness of my heart
He stared into her beautiful eyes, even as the tears of slowly lost love fell. But he did not care. He knew what he wanted. And he took it, no remorse. Blinded by
A little white lie changes a life Your little white lie changed my mind Quite like a gentleman I thought this love was genuine A change to be your heroine Your motive was fleeting
I waited for you ever since you set a smile on my face. I will wait for you as my heart races. I want to say "I Love You", but I am scared. Maybe that is why I think the world is unfair.
emotions dance so deep within my chestthey can't reach outside my fleshand you can't see these passion-soakedterrid dreams that my blood weeps.
The way he looks, The way he smiles, The way he says my name, It makes me fall for him, I'm crushing hard, He's everything I want, He is caring, He is fun,
An escalation of emotion is not relevant in every situation you may face.
The sight of letters on a page, makes me cringe and want to escape. Even though we are often told, that writing comes from the soul.
My Community is often called dark. We are often mistaken as rundown. However we are the ones with the spark.
Faster and faster, Until the air leaves your lungs. You can’t breathe But that’s okay that’s the feeling you’ve been waiting for You dance until you feel like you’re going to drop and then you move on
Why do I try?
Once, I saw a white rose
And when I got through with my shift, I laid on the floor wondering why i felt like this.. The hogt of keeping this secret might be fun, might be fun,
A flash of light and you wake up in a place unlike anything you have ever seen Constantly changing with each step, inhale, eye blink, and gasp
It's a feeling that's been felt by many but its true form will only be felt by a few of that plenty the rest is empty It's for the wrong reasons it's treason!
Blinding crimson rushes by Roars through my head, screaming Shaped like a lion Cracking like lightning Shaking my fragile frame to its core. In the wake of the killer
I just want to get lost in the crowd Walk amongst other beings Amongst the whole, just an observer just a small part of the eternal play On a rainy day Next to a cafe
A dream that is heard. A boy in his bed. Sheets split. A rip is heard. The boy falls. The boy swears. Nothing is heard. The floor vibrates.
We have some planes…four words that changed the world. Men, women, children, even a three year old girl. In 102 minutes 2,977 innocent people gone. Now families are left not able to go on.
Her beauty is snow storms, tucked away, Tiny freezing snowflakes bottled in my fingers. It comforts me, and breaks my fall, And its sparks set my heart alight. This girl is unique in perfection,
When I’m on the white sand shore in the world of my muse, I could swear that it is during the death of night that the world is most alive.
A writer’s sword is a pen Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink Inside a long plastic contraption It spews words exempt for bigotry And hatred. A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
I remember the comets The day my walls fell— Crooked as my reality Crumbles into a rubble I felt choked as Fate’s hand throws dust Into my eyes blinding
What would I change? I would change the world. I would give everyone a pair of socks Because nobody needs to get cold feet. I would make everyone a blanket fort To keep warm their hearts.
Unshed tears, anger, frustration, Boil and bubble inside. I fear an eruption- The unforseen and sudden spilling of my insides, Spewing forth some regrettable tradgedy, And the onset of these,
you were a hero MY hero you were a tree tall and unmoveable i stared up at you with awe with wonder You held my love You held my trust
Nobody knows the passcode To my broken emotions They will eventually implode But I have no devotion I cry inside But it doesn't show If it does I try to hide And let the sadness grow
People day by day tell me how blessed I am and how I don't see it
Cut me open Run dry my veins What do you see? Red For fire For passion For anger and betrayal For revenge Action Survival Power Rebellion I seethe with it.
It was all predetermined By the actions I made from the start Doing things I had no bussiness doing And now it's come to haunt me Slowly ruining my life And the realization sinks in
But what of me, standing in the corner, Hidden in the shadow. Placed there unwilling, Listening to the conversation flow. Never do I ever want to hear another word
When I look at their faces, Drenched in perfection, When I flip the pages, I look into their eyes, like they're masked in disguise, they look so ideal, This cannot be real,
The left arm is the pain and hurt that’s been suffered all this time, while the right is a shrine to the family that’s there no matter what.
You cannot hide the feelings. You cannot crumple them up and toss them in the trash like you do with a love note that failed to love.
A setting sun, a rising moon,
Things you don't expect to hear you listen to but don't gasp or screamAs though you expected it to happenThings you don't expect to see you watch but don't gasp or look in pityAs though you expected it to happen
He stood alone, Because he was empty. His head tilted up to the path of grey sky, The roar of the river in his ears, Bouncing off of the canyon walls.
Tonight is the springing of my loving; The final season you are to know. You could be the shine to my growing; So little light I've seen before. Tomorrow will blossom your emotion;
Just because I say I’m numb; it doesn’t mean your words can’t hurt Just because I say I’m alone doesn’t mean I don’t like it this way Just because the stars aren’t showing me the way doesn’t mean I’ll be lost forever
I thought we had something special
I am not a single word, nor a single thought.
If a flower was love, why pick it? The flower will die so leave it be and it will grow
The girl who seemed unbreakeable... ...broke. The girl who seemed strong... ...crumbled. The girl who always smiled... ...cried. And the girl who never gave up... ...quit trying.
Science is the world coming alive the moment I open my eyes to look at you and ceasing to exist the moment I close them again, falling into a f
I once met this girl, She was always boucing along happily, Playing without a care in the world, She had friends and extremely great family,
Life is all stick and stone. Looking out across recent life's sea, Or shall I say looking in, I'm looking at what used to be. I'm not excluded from that life and its kin.
They speak to me Every harsh shut door that rings through our open floor plan Every reverbarating soundwave that slices through the tension
Floor by floor all the same with souls; persons with names Floor by floor smothered with ash; smothered in flames Floor by floor with worried looks on faces Floor by floor with no safe spaces
The void asked, "What is the music of life?"I answered, "Silence, my brother." And it welcomed me home.
Who am I to accuse and judge a life? So many find pleasure in judging mine Dealing with so many different kinds of strife Fighting hard to find a little peace in time
Where is the feeling? The absence of loaded words
Who am I, Who am I Do you know who you are, what you are or what will become of you in about 60 seconds A lot could change about who you are in 1 minute We could change, but we can never change who we are
When your lips fall upon mine, the feeling is divine, a spark starts a fire and my doubts fade away.
She cries softly, Tears drive down her cheek. Hopelessness fills her body greatly, And she fears the next encounter. How shall she escape,
The love that is a mere emotion in ones heart given to people to walk on Emotion is nothing to some people We ten gallon lovers stand here like flower in nature that gives everyone
Life is hard, life is tough, it knocks you down, sucks you dry, even when you had enough you can't hide, running will make it even more rough, stand strong, will it out, no matter how hard,
On a cold, winter morning I ran out to see my dad, My small body stuffed into a warm, winter coat, My ignorant mind that was filled with lies, Yet I maintained a smile that melted the snow,
Black is thick eyeliner,
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
A girl loves seven different men in her lifetime.
America will always remember this day
She Just Wants To Get Away ,
Cue a wave of gasps from the gallery As the leading man, up on stage he cries Emotion pouring into eulogy, Dead words rising for loves no more alive. We trip headlong into the tipping tells,
Innevitability: we all must go to school.
Our eyes meet, Just a glance. Yet the butterflies Continue to dance. Hands touch, Just a second Yet my heart Still feels beckoned. Just a crush, Just a crush.
One of the saddest days of American History The reason it happened, we don't understand why Watching that first plane fall Was like watching fire fall from the sky 9/11 will always and forever be
I cry when I don’t write because I am unable to speak.
Days come and go, no stopping there My friends all look away This life it seems, is so unfair There is nothing that I say The pain I shove beneath my soul And mask with jokes and fun
Stuck Between The Transition Between Hard Times And Sucess, It's Oh So Hard To Not Stress, My Soul Intact, But My Mind, In Mesh Good And Foul Intentions Sowen Into A Soild/ Flimsy Net
A person may holds the power To mold all our lives They all do not understand The power inside To keep the class mind idle Knowledge will slide out A teacher must let students'
I am the one who everyone calls short I am the one who often needs support I am the black ballet who dreams My dreams are real My hopes are precious My hard work is golden
My heartbeat is frozen I to you is forgotten The love is cold now, and dead But you are stuck like ice in my head I'm cursed
So ladies and gentlemen!!Get ready for a no-chance SUMO WRESTLING fightIntroducing the contestants....on the blue side,is the all time professional BIG SUMO BROTHER.And on the red side,
What is Emotion? ~By Dhwani Khatter Emotion could be many things. Some say Happiness, Some say Fear, Some say Depression. Emotion is pointless. It gives you pain unlike anything else.
Pantoum: Orphan Wishes 1 She wished she knew who her parents were. 2 She knew only of those in the orphanage. 3 But their souls could not fill up her gap.
Before the first second I saw you,I was incomplete.Deep, but nowhere near seeingTo the bottom of my heart;Immersed in emotion,But not to the pointOf drowning,Slowly and all at once,
Red is what I look No color can express me Blue is what I feel Combine all three I am finally Free
Looking out the window time passing like Philip Rivers, Alot of confussed civilians infused with lies on television what happen to RugRats...Chuckie Finster? CNN is to realistic. When I was young I thought I was immortal,
I said I liked you & you said you do too but youre only you when they're not around But that smile & your wink it's getting to me
Music is like a cell phone You can speak through it and send a message It does not matter what tone As long as it can manage Music should not be used to just entertain Or be a tool to receive money
A warming smile, an enchanting laugh. A crumbling sensation within the realms of my soul. He was the stars that lit up my body, yet the un-denying darkness that consumed my heart.
I look deep into the windowless abyss falling further and further into the never ending wormhole i call a brain
Everyone hurries with smiles and laughs;but the girl just passes so solemn.One day after the other the kids seem happier;but the girl just remains the same.Parties, friends, make up and more;
I hold a small, pink eraser in my hand I carefully bring the ends of the eraser toward each other Watching the middle of it stretch To make ends meet
English 101 and Me By Sarah DeWeese A poem you ask, about me? For English 101 you see. Well --- I am quiet, I am shy, kind, but sure.
Did I mistake this for that lovely thing That draws some hearts to stir and to forgive; That perfect tune the birds in springtime sing; A lullaby that mothers ne'er outlive?
There's a place that you can go, a state of mind. Where you scrape the ultimate supreme, marking ink in the lobes of you brain. Spun by emotion and directed by Hope,
She Ran... (A poem Inspired by Shane Koyczan-dedicated to my truest friend)
Every breath, Every tear, Every move, Every blink, Every stare, Every joke, Every laugh, Every push, Everything pushes, Everything pulls, sliding and slipping, forgetting the rules,
I am always there, as an optimistic guideNo matter the ordeal, it will become my struggleTo purge the sadness, off your straining throttle.
Forever thee flame could not be kindled Our love was unlike other loves, easy Wild tongues spread, unable to be swindled. And happily, it was a fantasy Today, sadly, like every fantasy
The walls in my sister’s and my room Were covered in the most horrible wallpaper imaginable. We wanted to change the paper And so our mom started helping us. Piece by piece, We tore down the paper,
It started as a spark but due to lack of care and love, bursts into flames. Now all that remains are the empty, unstable, ashy frames. I was real once. I was human. I had friends.
NOTHING will ever be good enough. Teachers compliment me on things I've written, telling me that the power of my words
Here I am sitting now Thinking of that long lost day I remember years ago The day that struck us all I was sitting with my dad In that lonely den When on the TV came the news-of-
I ain't have the best childhood but I had it better off. Others be walking these streets with no parents insight guided by these street lights. Running into drugs, prostitution & such & such.
Your body is your vessel It will travel miles farther than where your head has taken you It is your storage unit A unique container of your individual world
I wish I could write, Somebody please teach me to read. The only thing I've learned in 12 years is... Why X left Y for Z. I can't fill out my tax form, There is simply no hope.
I can feel your anger and your pain Throbbing through my veins I can feel your tears in my eyes And I'm smart enough to realize Theyre for you , and what you're going thorugh
One runny nose and two puffy red eyes says she's being irrational, A barrage of words only partially heartfelt, Unstoppable and not the least bit held back Tongue. Teeth. Lips. Air.
Eyes met eyes walking by Time that once raced, stood still And if it still sped, care not did I For the eyes that I met could kill A voice rose up inside my throat Not a word did I speak
People say to never lose faith, but it lost meI look for a brighter tomorrow, yet there's nothing to seeCan't live with happiness, when there is no peaceSo what are my options, if this doesn't cease?By merely existing, I'm burdensome to othersSure
Don’t look at me that way. Don’t look at me like I wear illogical inconsistency upon my stretched sleeve that wraps itself around my gripped hand.
You haven't talked to me in weeks And I'm damn sure it's my fault or another As I watch the sky stratify Into blues from cerulean to robin's egg And the people I pass are just shades in a jaded life.
The cool summer rain Falls in soft sheets Enough for umbrellas, but not for raincoats; Enough for me, enough for peace.
I am ineloquent. My mind is a ball of yarn the cat has played with- it's tangled and mangled. Distorted. I pull the string from my mouth, but I sometimes reach knots. I am ineloquent - but only in a sense
Myself; As expansive as the ocean, Yet also a wanderer within its great depths. With no thought at all I flow with its motion, But resistance is found when I consider my breadth. Deeper than the submarines,
Yes I was old seven when the planes came crashing down When firey gray skyes hit an unexpecting city and unexpected loses were abound. Yes I was tiny but I still understood not all the big words
I see the line of water Kissing the the top of my head My hair sticks out slightly The cool breeze of life caressing it And there I stay
Because of so many Who like to cause pain Here is a list Of those people's names One was a friend or so I had thought
Tonight she lays there, her tears falling on her pillow. People refer to her as Weeping Willow. If you see her in the streets, she is always looking down. She used to wear a smile,
You don’t know what I’ve been through. You don’t know what it’s like in my shoes, to have so much and then to lose it all. You tell me to get over it but you don’t understand.
Life is a virute it is brought and taken away from you you can run and hide and try to keep your fear inside but it will always find you no matter how far you escape you will always face your fate.
Silence in the cafeteria door. A sudden change in climate, Men turned to boys stare in silence at their hands, or the floor.
Good Bye! Sincerely; A victim Yes I am sitting here with no confidence yes I let there words get under my wing but why i am still sitting here with a knife with my lifeline hanging on a string
Will this gun violence ever stop? Will we have to wait till we've heard the trigger click of the last glock?
Somewhere, over the monochromatic archAcross the skyThe shadows of twisted figures against the sunWrithe and shriek A daunting vision brings forthAn unsettling fearThe cries shake the earthAs the shadows grow The horizon begins to burnA blinding
I cried an ocean of tears. Then I swam through all my fears. Just to get to you. I was never afraid To prove it! I have always loved you. You always knew it. I would do everything
Liberation is like a ringing in your ear. Silence is like the golden sun. My friendship lasts like tree trunks. My pain is exhausted wildfire. Understanding is my unlocking key, and compassion is my locket.
At the end of the day everything is done for a single idea. A single feeling. And that is happiness. Happiness is not an object. It is not a person place or thing.
I am Alpha and OmegaThe beginningThe end Eloquent, as her words share the breath of life and colorA penchant to liveTo survive Maybe to laughProbably love
It covers everything It is our friend and enemy It shields our faces Our emotions and devestations It knows our fears It creates our fears We tell it everything,and we we tell it nothing
Wandering memories retrieved every year A different perspective from all my peers Everytime tears befall Due to the attack we all recall As I begin to slumber, I start to wonder
Delusion is trapped with confusion,imprisoned in my mind.Deficient time they passtaunting me, hysterically. They show themselves aloudSpilling out, pouring over.My actions, this is what they cause.Hidden in anger and sorrow,They sway incognitoAmon
They say that pain is Weaknesses leaving the body But I've forgotten how to feel, Well most of the time, But when I so be engulfed in emotion, I've never needed you more.
A trembling cry preysupon the unsuspecting matte cavesdark against a silhouetted night. Ay! To be free!To be free! A starved cry,famished by the oppressionof a silent tongue.
what sweet melody is your love songI step into its danceyou pull my weary heart alongwe swing and sway in tender trancewhat is right, what is wrongfades as you take stanceinviting hands, soft and strong
you shadow me with dissonancehaunting lingerlong, slender fingerpointing, trapping the night.i stop, you starebringing a world (a universe) of fright.hunger, beware,off in the distance,
And I feel as though our book has not ended, this chaper may have closed, but I believe better ones are in the making and in time our book will continue again.
My favorite time of the year, Is all filled with cheer. The beach, the sun, It’s all so fun. The summertime breeze, Needs to come sooner please. Splashing in the waves,
When the rain falls at night It helps me to sleep It washes away All the pain that I weep I try my best To look beyond the bad But it keeps coming back Like my pen to my pad
Courage, the pride of a lion. The heart of a marine. Something everyone strives to acheive, but many fail. Is courage best earned when it is ignited from love, anger, or fear. The costs can be high but the reward is sweet.
A Pen and some paper, This is all that I need, To express the various emotions pent up inside of me. I let these words that I write flow so freely, From my heart to the ball of my pen,
I read their words and my heart breaks openWords of the soul that were never spokenCreations of the mind that were made to beVisions of their realityMy soul takes in their endless life
Drowning in a sea of emotions the currents of anger pulls me back while melancholy drags me d o w n. In the ocean of the mind there is no escape or relief
Waking up to a cacophony of noise, I arose to a familiar place. A place so much like home but still far from it. It was small, too small for four Maybe five for a time.
Before I step on the spotlight, I dip my pointe shoes on Rossin. Adrenaline pumps my blood and my senses change; I am not myself anymore. Once the melody strikes, the brain doesn't think, it feels and creates something beautiful.
I write because The connection from my brain to my hand is Stronger than the one from my brain to my mouth. And when my hand moves across the blank page It pours passion right out of the pen.
Poetry is... The thump! thump! of the heart The pulse of the veins and the words left from the day My pains, sorrows, fears, loves, temptations and faiths are described in my poetry
She really thought it was real this time She was stubborn that this time, this time he was the one So she danced with words on her tongue And made him feel like a prince
We are all given the same time but what does that dictate that a plant can walk or a dog learn to speak. When seven billion people exist how many can truly be seen but a few in the gleaming light of stars embrace.
These are the things that I'll never tell you; The things that you deserve to hear. These are the things that I hold in secret; The things that my heart fears. They say that we accept the love
Here comes to us, at powerful speedA warrior on his valiant steedWho will never in a thousand years recedeAbout to perform a noble deedWith his majestic battle corpsWith confidence eager and secure
Just before the sun rose I knew that it was coming... Just before my heart was to explode I knew it was coming... The pinnacle of illumination The illumination of my life. For even before I met you,
Poetry is a beautiful way people can express thereselfs My poem explains the feelings i have for poetry No amount of words can describe what poetry means to me
Why do I write? When things are not alright I'm full of fright Yet trying to be polite Thus, I keep it all inside Wallowing in my own pride But it all shows in my stride
The maiden walking down the crowded road, Unknown, unlucky vessel for defeat, Not seeing Cupid’s humble, red abode, Is struck within, filling void hearts in heat.
I gotta couple questions, please answer them honestly. Because this stuff is gettting old with you, her, & me. So how does it feel knowing you've broken me down? Because everyone knows in our hometown.
When the world becomes heavier taking all that I have stretching it from sea to shore I grab my pencil and begin to write.When no one cares or pays attention to the pain that lies heavy deep in my chest words spill out leading a journy across the
When the world becomes heavier taking all that I have stretching it from sea to shore I grab my pencil and begin to write.When no one cares or pays attention to the pain that lies heavy deep in my chest words spill out leading a journy across the
A troubled mind Coupled with A wounded heart Shelter finds In words and lines That bring about Through verse and prose A peace of mind That holds a power And mine alone
God had walked away from me that rainy afternoon I do not know why A dark fate awaited me Punishment for girls who walk alone and disobey Reward for Men who drive around looking for their prey
That’s not quite right.Just a minute too slow.That’s what they tell her,As if she doesn’t already know.
I write to bleed emotion on this blank piece of tree,to connect to the depths in my mind understnading why.
We all want to fall in love. Why?Because that experience makes us feel completely alive,where every sense is heightened,and every emotion is magnified.Our everyday reality is shattered
When I see you, the butterflies go crazy. Flying and fluttering, Telling me the obvious. You smile and wave, Seemingly thrilled to see me, and I can't help but smile and wave back,
If I could change one thing about my past It wouldn’t be me loving you, or the amount of time and effort I invested in you... It would be the oceans waves that washed against this brown beach
i watch the raindrops slide downi watch the cold creep upi watch the day turn to nightand i know i'm dying on the insidei want to tell you you're the onethe only one i lovebut i can't seem to find the words
I miss you now, but hold my tears Knowing you're there through all my fears. These days seem dark and filled with gloom, Woven with trouble on a weaver's loom. But through the clouds I see a ray,
Lonely Night When I look at the see I only sea me, Nothing special, Nothing true. I wonder through the sand Dragging my feet in the blue, To my surprise a little white shell caught my eyes
They say, love is complex.. that's complexity found in the emotions that are reaching at the brain, flowing into the heart but his definition fails to leave the lips of the one who's in love.
For the words that don’t come easy The emotions that cease thee. I am alone but am I? Because when this pen hits this paper I fly. No one can understand me better, Than the words that flood this paper.
The only time I conquorThe only time I fightThe only time I feel, is only when the time is right.If I am human, and if I am true...Why do I feel nothing but when it is felt by you?Emotionally stable?
Everything just keeps going, but no one is aware of the heartbreak that has been set before me. At the hands of a paperback book all of my emotional stability has crumbled to dust.
Today I met a great new friend Who knew me right away. It was funny how she understood All I had to say. She listened to my problems, She listened to my dreams.
Do we let ourselves get consumed within our personal nations; A victim of our differences by nationality? What about the genetic equations of our emotions, And the resulting masterpiece of our emotionality?
If I can't close my eyes and imagine the endless metaphors there is no need for these eyes of mine If I can't sway to the flows and effortless quotes that glide from mouths
I lay in bed thinking of you once again It's like you're filling up my mind With dangerously deadly mines You've implanted in my brain
You could feel the pain In his spoken words Every word hurt more than the one before He got so close to tears Ready to disappear
Always finding the negativeCounter exampling the positiveGood times or badEither way I'm always kind of glad When I talk with youIt takes away the bluesYour nice sweet voiceCan make me rejoice
The way your eyes lit upThe way your mouth smiledThe way you used to laughWhat happened to all that We were once inseparableWe were once capableNothing came in-between Now we're only once upon a time
Where have you been?Where have you gone?I sing sad melodiesof how i was wrongand i can't even dreamwithout you in my armsso its best to believewe just dont belong
Smile Ashley! Sit there and look pretty. Only speak when you're spoken to. Show each of them respect, And God knows I did. My heads pounding the more I smile.
In trying to be honest but not to open i'll just say im not so good with words so when on that first day i put pen to paper and let my emotions speak for themselves.
In words, there is feeling Love, Lust, and Hate Despise, Passion, Adoration We feel all these things, in association With Words. When words are released, feelings
I hate the way you look at me I hate it when you could see through me I wonder why you're the only one I see And everyone else around me is busy I hate the fact that you were the only one who could understand me
Day by day The realities of life gets hard Too much pressure To be the best of who you are. Endless thoughts scatter my mind, As I lay here, contemplating about my life.
My mask is on Almost all the time, To hide the face That is truly mine. There are few I trust To see the real me, For if you knew You wouldn’t want to see.
A solitary pencil drags itself, forlornly, estatically, and furiously, across a lined page. A page that was previously devoid of any emotions.
To feel the freedom of the brush Against the flowing canvas, To watch the color mix and twist Full of overflowing vision To create and make a piece of art Made with expression and feeling
Panic sets in.. There's another storm in my temple, but it naturally stands firm. A place of ryhthmic vibrations, and home of love's peculiar creations. There's a need for an outpour,
I wish you had been there like all the other daddies to scare away the boys. Instead you beat me as the undesired child you said I was. I wish you were there to help me with homework
Cravings. Blood lust swooning for you through the blue of my veins, blushing under my skin.
Their wings tickling your sides and fluttering through you. They kiss you from within and make you feel afloat and nervous. They spew uncertainty into the air and it hangs in your throat.
Stressed, frustrated, or angry Words pour out. Letters turn to words, words turn to sentences. Emotions guide my hand. Almost done with the page I'm feeling less frustrated.
Your skirt should be to your knees, but ankle-length is better. Your father is always right; you mustn’t challenge the man of God so don’t ask questions (in case you happen to speak).
A girl sits in this world helplessly waiting for a reaching hand having no one to look up to no one to understand she follows the wrong things growing up way to fast her life is like danger
I write because I can express myself freely. I write because it's a doorway to another world. I write because it's my form of art. Writing is my anti-drug. Expressing myself with no ridicule,
Where would i be without a pencil and paper, a thought or a rhyme? Where would i be without emotion? Where would i be without poetry? How would i express my life to others without a map of guidance?
What is it that gives a word power Is it the tone of your voice, the way you emphasize, and prophesize Or does it come from your soul, pouring out every second, every hour
Treassures, our creations.
They say love is a great feeling; It gives the heart great healing. Like a child christmas morning, or a rainbow after the pouring. So high on love, don't realize what is does. Pain. Tears. Sorrow, through out the years. Love murders. Love hurts.
It seems like I've been here before This spot This grave And I keep wondering why Why did things go so wrong When I thought they were so right And you were right here Next to me
Ginger spines Flaky sighs Powerless, You glossy-eyed Creature. I saw you there, In the crevices of my dreams Breathless, in a pool of gems Lost within the carefree
Paper wisps right of my forehead, the sun the left, love – the unconditional kind I feel that gold Still hot when we’re done And embraces are given. This invisible leap our youth takes
It’s dark and glum. The sky’s entirely covered in gray clouds. And she’s waiting there. Waiting for it to explode. For it to burst and for all her secrets, feelings and troubles to come pouring out.
You say I’m beautiful, You kiss my hand. You make me hopeful, So take a stand. You say forever, You say to try, Yes you’re clever, You made me cry. You tell my you’re sorry,
Sheila was the biggest girl in fourth grade With skyscrapers as legs and eagle wings as arms, She looked down at the rest of us, and liked it that way too. No one ever told her what to do. Not even Ms. Johnson.
pain feels like the air rushing out of your lungs looks like someone trying to hold themselves together tastes like bitter tears running down your cheeks into your gasping mouth
Warm laps of water beat down my skin. I feel reknewed again. Its a soft beating rhythmn that pierces my soul, A constant shift in tone that makes my heart tighten. I feel the flow down my body to my toes as Im eaten inside out, Gorge upon my
Poetry is the air I breathe, the sacred serene sound of peace, the one and only complete atmosphere, where symbols provoke happiness or fear.
The first day I saw you I thought it was meant to be But it had to be you Who would turn me into what I didn't want to be I had dreamt about you Man it took me a while to realize
Seafarers speak of a mother, yet do they mean the woman who bore them or the blessed virgin whose child granted them salvation? No, not they. The one of whom they speak, they sing, is angry, is cruel,
I write to have a voice A voice that can scream A voice that can cry A voice that can laugh A voice that is understood by others A voice that means something I write to have feeling
In life we seek to find the truth No matter of the age, old or youth The Universe stands still in harmony Good and Bad in matrimony The sun does not set and moon does not rise
A dream seems like such a harmless thing but one day its bound to grow with a fresh pair of wings it flies and it flies high far from reach and far from thought
Dreams may seem impossible to others but threw the eyes of the dreamer they're no more but a series of challenges leading to our own hearts desires We were raised to believe that we can be anything
I write in this old composition notebook... pouring heart and mind into the pages Letting the pen do the talking that I can't bring myself to say Freeing the spirits trapped inside me, weighing me down
A smile, a laugh the soft trail of tears. He splatters them around without refrain. In his right hand, a scepter, in his left a snare. He catches us. Contains us.
Drifting through the endless winds Life seems nothing but empty words I had hope to find something to keep me grounded to this reality But it seems all that I found were more reasons to leave
You Walk Around With A Gun In Your Hand So You Assume That Makes You Tha MAN? You Disrespecting Your Mother So I Know You Respect No Other But It's Respect That You Demand Because You're "THE MAN"
What is black? The dripping loneliness Of ample emptiness When your emotions withdraw What is white? The blinding heat Which scalds, scorches, and sears Through the vacancy
A year has passed since last we were together, when the days were long and sunny, when I smiled a lot more. But after that day, when I learned the truth, about those feelings you have deep down,
What I feel, must not be spoken.To assume it tacit, however, would be negligent.If not articulated.Perhaps authored.Drafted.Yes. It seems this outlet will suffice.
I'm sad. But I shouldn't be- My life is great. But I worry a lot- about health, money, school, and life. Do I have goals? Maybe. Or I may just exist
The waves of the ocean; Overwhelming emotions Push me under the surface And bury me in the water. But suddenly a switch turns on. Maybe it's not so hopeless after all. Pour those emotion waves
The hood will be the death of you. teens trying to be top man on the block but not trying to be to man of the class. See I'm really trying to do good and get an education, but all these gun shots and drugs are disrupting my concentration .
I do what I love. I am passionate about what I do. I dance. It takes feelings and emotion to dance with passion.
They say it's the gun that we should fear. But listen to this. This gun that I hold, listen to it, it cannot walk, talk, or feel. This gun cannot be held responsible for actions of a hurt heart.
Dreaming, He came. He had everything to give but his love. He left. Dreaming, He came. He had nothing to give but his love. He stayed.
A Teenagers scrimmage and a young adults threshold.
I will not hold back, even if it's the last thin i do, i will stick to my plans and keep moving on, for I am sweet and caring in the outside world, but I am strong-willed at heart.
Poetry is the new way of life And culture is now the virtue It speaks for those who cannot speak Hypothetically But typically It targets the ones who perfom to a specific beat. Poetry is love
Time, Everyone craves it, everyone demands it, But there is so much time out there, An hour you say? That's more than enough time, Wait no give me five more minutes;
Poetry is a gatewayThe cliché strikes againBut why is a break in a wall what poetry has becomeHumans are not wallsWe are living, breathing soulsWith the ability for loveFor heartbreakAnd for repair
I’m depressed which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination and more sleep.
"Happy birthday," I whisper, Even though I know You can't answer, but you're smiling Down on me Everyday.
To remember pain, confusion, and tears is a difficult thing for anyone—especially for those who do not understand. Ten years is too short and far too long. For some, the wound has healed clean.
He told her they’ll be together in the future he told her he loves her he wants her and that this will never end
2 a.m in a summer night im standing out side my backyard its not cold its not hot ,the summer night skys cant be anymore clearer at this point the smell of this darkets hour can do nothing more but enlighten me
Why do I write poetry, you may ask? Is it to satisfy a homework task? To practice rhyming fancy words, As if I were an English nerd? But that is not it. You couldn’t be more wrong.
Show me your story But dont use words, dont speak. Let the novel be written And make it expressive! Your frustrations, tribulations. We want to see, not just me, everybody.
What happens when he's so close but so far away and you can't do anything but Stare. And hope. And try to find the words that never Were, Have been, or Will be in your grasp.
When stress bothers where I lay, a poem becomes the sweet lullaby that keeps it away. When I am feeling something that is hard to express, a poem helps me do my best. When ideas are hard to put on paper,
My American Dream Mexican ways, American days, good ol’ Sundays Homies dying, mothers crying, were neglecting their prays,
You go to turn down a road But a voice tells you differently You look and you wonder Not sure of whom it could be Ignoring the voice, you take a step And tell the voice, “Leave me be”
..Put your thoughts into perception they becomes inception, confusion injected into the minds of young youth thinking they're enforced to do the very thing that ruins society yet it all begins with You..as a person, a parent, caretaker, or indivi
is not a deperesing one like every body thinks i think it is but a colorful one Life is amazing no bounderies; i live by none no body to stop you from living or dying
I walk the path with eyes cast down the ground Outside I stand but the air waits in lull Seeking all stones until you have been found Yet the passing of time exposed the dull
A lost answer It doesn’t matter where it comes from Or why it’s lost in the first place But you search I search We all search For a lost answer We spend our lives chasing something
A light of chance with words you write it shows Subtle hidden a closed gate yet now swing Waiting without a mere thought to impose Inked words never spoken somehow still sing
Seconds, Minutes, Hours…Days, Pass by. Leaving memories and moments stranded, Starving for closure that’s never received. Beauty comes and goes, What’s left is everything and nothing.
I sit alone inside this empty room, And find myself some time to hurt and think; Just wondering if I will break down soon, Because these days have passed in one quick blink. Each day is spent in busy distraction,
Words swirl inside my head like pillars of light, I grasp onto the strands and wait: I wait for them to makes sense, Incoherent buzzes of truth are all I have.
We all have it But some don't show it That doesn't mean we don't use it It's what hurts us on the inside Causes us to know when we have messed up It's also power The power to share and feel
Let's fall asleep, Have wonderful dreams, And never wake up. Let's take a walk, Have an adventure, And never come back. Let's cry a tear, Have one sad day, And never cry again.
Back pressed against metal Sick blue light kissed my skin, breathless The heavy solemn clockwork of your heart pulsed beneath my palm I dreaded the 8 AM departure that would ruin it all
When life seems to be passing by I new I couldn't let my memories fly The beautiful sparkling water, the green trees, the views The pains in this life, the trials, the hard times, the times of pure determination
I once read all that glitters is not gold and by no means is this an exception
There will be a day when you ignore someone you loved dearly. There will be a day when you will never see who use to be your best friend. There will be a day when you smile along with your worst enemies.
PAIN IS A stab in the back Is Worse than being stabbed in the front Why? It is similar to being blindly robbed by friends Accepting it without leashing white fury
So, we can live deliberately can't we? Finding our missing piece Missing piece of love and hope Hidden within the deep well of a heart Desolated once our purpose is completed
Hear and animate the next line Breathing like each breath may be the last one Sensational beats within that body Til...Dead God blew breath into us Gave two legs Two ears, Two eyes, and Two arms
Zero worries about my fate for it is predestined It does not mean it is alright to sit and wait for presents Rather wasting time is wasting potential and life is thus compressed
The tick of the grandfather clock is absent. No clicking, no sirens alerting those nearby, nothing. Time has stopped, life ceases to continue.
(I MAY SMILE AND LAUGH IN THE INSIDE BUT IN REALITY IM BROKEN IN THE INSIDE LOOKING FOR A CHANCE OF DAYLIGHT IN LIFE AND TRYING TO HAVE A BETTER LIFE HOW I PROMISED TO FAMILY.
(every word that runs through my brain. but will never show for myself for my action for every word. but every moment i take is for you my love. ur the motivation and sigh and emotion i can take out in a piece of paper.
Fond I am of restful thought during the wee hours of dark nights. Closing lids of flesh to bring visions in to sights. To no avail remaining sightless of vivid delights in mind.
Writing is my getaway, Whenever I have a bad day. Pen to page all day long, To bleed it out and make me strong. Rising to the top. Just keep going; never stop. Excited, sad, Happy, mad;
There are two each holds one hand. The one on the left has known me the longest but doesn’t know me that much. The one on the right knows a lot about me but does not know what to do with it.
Poetry defines what I am It allows me forms of expression Poetry is what I am It is my personal show of emotion
I write because life is hard It’s like a deck of cards There’s no control of the hand you get You just have to play and place your bet If luck is good and your faith is high
I am a prince, born into a luxurious home, I grew up to know what it’s like To be a full-blooded royal, it’s a hard life to dislike. It gives you a title of great power, like a lightning strike.
Just like birds sing, Wolves howl, Ants work And people love, I write because if i didn't I would die I write to express myself, I write to feel, I write to be who I am
There was nothing more between us But some pleasant conversation Though when you looked right at me My heart had palpitations My heart had opened up For love (to come from you)
Let me be the truth teller- The word weaver- The speaker of blunt truths that cut like knives. Let me be the brutally honest The ever-endless one who speaks her heart And sugarcoats nothing.
Hair wavy ripples teal tinted aqua skin supple hubble bubble nipples cripples bystanders even when fully sheathed Sweat drips and drops and plops beneath the penholder quivers at sweet nostalgia
It's the weekend and I'm creeping with some friends. When it hits 7 o'clock my fun has to always end. I must come home before father gets home. Usually when he's home I wish that I was alone.
Sometimes when I feel lost, alone and hurt I write the words I cannot speak When I force myself to shut up And censor my true feelings I scribe the things I dare not say When I'm sad and no one wants to listen
Is it truly never enough for such a word to be understated? to question its power and under rate it? to be sorry is it not enough?
You see, my mind wanders into so many places and there are so many faces and places that I have so much to say about.
I come from a land of glad where no one is sad nor mad. They have lots of good toys for little girls and boys. This land of glad I say is not that far away. 'Tis like our land of cocaine and meth
I write of the stigma....of myself, In relation to the outer world....I write of me walking, In the middle of the changing world, and how I feel, As the clock of my consiousness is at a standstill....still wondering,
babe you runnin on my mind all day you got me not knowin what to do next thinkin like is he gonna come home tonight cleanin and stressin bout us and rent
Like fine silk slipping through cool hands The words flow from my fingers onto paper The ink drawling across a sheet of white Like a skater on ice Thoughts and emotions Heart-felts and heart-breaks
My words are swift and smooth like a lyricist. Words are a form of expression and emotion. Emotion, in which something that can be felt. Expression, in which something that can be shown.
He speaks words of wisdom, love, and joyfulness peace is his home and he roams with grace as his swagger looking in from his window he is ordinary to the hues of the human eye
Tragedy always on my mind; Calamity enfolds all who come around. Dagger in my back and It remains unknown to me who stationed it there. I have a story to tell but Not many hang ‘round here to listen.
I grab my pen and I escape, My own world begins to shape; All my struggles fade away, Vivid colors replace the gray.
(poems go hewe chose the table to the left that faced the walls of the courtyard my tea spilled through the cracks like rain in a graveyard and there were one two one two three grey leaves above us
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder/ Or at least that's what I told her/ When I hold her, I wanna mold her not scold her/ Give her cold chills, never the cold shoulder/
Change The World What is the World? The World is a whole, the world is a concoction, the world is US. What is Us? Us are the people, We are Us? No! We are the people. What are the People?
Words can be quite powerful things With all the emotion that they bring They make descriptions more beautiful They make your speech more powerful It all lies in the choice of a word
I want to taste jazz on my lips as it swims through brass tubes and valves- I want its echo to call my name on a still night in July from a bar down the road.
Passion is so familiar I breathe it. It underlines every aspect of my expression now suddenly, I find it pushed off I suppose it was lost among shadows cast by my strained thoughts
Her eyes are blue and peaceful like the ocean Her smile is rare but shows up every once in a while Her heart is full of love and care for others and not herself And her happiness is always seen with a smile
Like a repetitive note hidden in a melody Giving significance to the sky in its remedy Not hearing the flow from a space through a crack Unless the vibrancy is constant in its subliminal act
Grim looks upon their faces These people stray to the strangest places Leaving nothing but misery in their wake People dying of heart ache, peace to their sake
I'm shutting down What else am I to do? Till you come around Till then I'll wait for you So broken How I feel inside words unspoken All these feelings denied
I am but a humble prince Looking for my Queen to complete me as king For I am weak without my missing rib And like a young Martin Luther said
You are the tears that come from my eyes to soothe my sorrow You are the will I have when I feel I can't carry on You are the happiness I feel when I hear your voice You are the strength I have when I feel powerless
I live in a dream My own reality I live in a meadow Where I find myself I live on a balcony My own aerial view I live in tomorrow My own today
In a quiet little town I owned a small shop Inside sat a table With a vase perched on top A heart-shaped vase Shades of red and pink so bright It sat in the window Each day and each night
Look around and see eyes staring. Wonder what they see when they look at me. Can they see what I feel or can they see the disguise i cover myself with. Do they see the confused and scared girl?
how do you find how far you can run? run 'til you fall. but what if, on the final stretch when you can almost see the finish line something comes up from behind and pushes you. sends you flying.
(poems go here) Flower petals whirled inside her heart Sparks of electrifying hope surged through her veins The essence of love encased her body and radiated a glorifying heat
Women. The creature that used to make a man fall in awe The Creature that made men drop their jaws We used to inspire ballads and poetry Now it is solely pornography We even once held surprises
A poem of love, A poem of hate, A poem of happiness, A poem of distrust, A poem of self. Emotions, lust, lies, love, hope, disbelief;
One step too close Face-to-face Nothing else matters But this moment today. Now only centimeters apart This crushing distance is closing And with one final spin, You decide to leave me abandoned.
Where were you mom on my first day of school? Where were you mom when that first A rolled through? Where were you mom to know your child’s favorite colors? Other moms know theirs you don’t even bother.
A ripple in the distance calls, Softly falling on this stranger’s ears. I feel it dripping on my brain already, Inviting me to drain assumption. Soon my consciousness is saturated,
In the mirror I stand alone My lifelong purpose still unknown My image drowning in a sea Of things I cannot be It rises up and stares at me As if she knew me inside-out It taunts my self esteem
She stepped out of the car and quickly strutted her way to the classroom, avoiding as much eye contact as possible; Then, during the second that she looked up- the look that had to be made because she was tired of
Music is emotion, it soothes my soul. It feeds my dreams to reach my goal. If you're hungry and have no food, it does more than just affect your mood. Nothing else matters.
My teardrops are a sign. A sign of distress and sadness. Another way to lament the horrors of the world. The only solace I have is in my husband’s arms. It is my home away from home.
Smile for me, my love Till your last breath fades away Please watch over me
I like you when you speak Speaking words from the many universes inside of you Thoughts dance in your mind and overflow from your mouth As if they were trying to break free
no one knows me for my home is the ocean i lay beneath the waves and ontop of dreams i have nobody to call me, for i am free
no one knows me for my home is the ocean i lay beneath the waves and on top of dreams i have nobody to call me, for i am free
Tear down your burgundy Oh heartless one As I reach forth to you Fear me, as I have the atrocity of pain For this insanity shall gain over me Pour down your blood into this pit of misery
Who I am It’s hard to describe But something lies in between both eyes A vision to be greater More than me Bigger than the bigger picture More than free Who I am I may never decide