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I can feel that it's going to rain Yet I don't reach for an umbrella It's the calm before the storm that I really love Yet our storm has already happened And now it's the after affects that haunt me
In the beginning, I had no idea who you were  You were a mystery that I didn't know existed. Your spell on me began to grow ever more And I know I could not resist it.  
I'm not sorry for breaking your heartI'm not sorry that you fell apart I'm not sorry now you can't trust I'm not sorry you're still in love I'm not sorry you think of me every song I'm not sorry you cry all night I'm not sorry I made you want to d
Once upon a time A story reborn again and again Stood a girl whose heart was empty And eyes full of unshed tears Her arms open to the darkness
Deceivers, yes they do deceive. Believers, o how they believe. Take heed to the warning, Let me be, I must proceed.   Blindly walking in misconception, Twenty Sixteen was a year of deception.  
careless yet care ridden your lips dripping with honey so sweet you’re rotten to the core me, innocent innocence
staring at your fingertipswhere've you been in line with all the innocentsyour just not them  the time is passing through your clockits only one but the fights been overand you just haven’t won
A letter to mi abuela,   I love you. Even if you hate that I say it in English sometimes, it still carries the rich rivers of tamarindo & mango juice. Your favorite.
Just like any rollercoaster ride, my years started with a slow rise of excitement. The adrenaline rush can only cause me to laugh and smile. everthing felt just right. 
You think I’m pretty? Thank you so much! Tall, skinny, sweet girl Nice smile, long hair, glittery nails. Swish of black hair, painted eyes, half Japanese
January Another year, another promise to myself to be happy February The weather outside isn’t the only thing that’s cold The sadness transformed into hatred March I refuse to give up this time,
My head and heart is a dark, vast fieldA place of undead truths and haunting liesDangerous secrets and a muddle of negativityAnd this is why, towards such things, my lips are sealed
6 A.M. snooze 6:10 snooze 6:20 up(set)   3 prescription meds I've lost my motivation, but where could it be?   I barely function, but I still do.
  The biting exchange of night into morning is here. I lay coldly, intertwined in crimson sheets and tangled hair. Awake from a daze into the new day,
"beauty and attractive is not love ,for pure and honest love comes from a beautiful heart"
"Stamina ,strength is not what makes a Real man but what make's a real man is the words that he ulters through his mouth "
The walls are closing, The child lies scared, all alone. Knock! Peace is no more.
I speak supreme no need for dreams Way too big for my Jean's Sent from a heart that has been broken. So the ones eye has freak don't run Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic
Writing isn’t a talent Writing is an art An art that even people with minds under lock and key Shades snapped shut
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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
Bell Glass I try to cross the thresholdsI try to shovel poetry in glass bottles eaten by the seaSome BellJar note washed ashore,some ancient hand had written
It pounds through My bloodstream Paralyzing And choking I can't see Anymore What's important It sits in the back Waiting for me To notice But I'm stuck  At the front
Hello, Do You Love Me? I know the last time we spoke you made it plain That you didn't care about me, or my pain You shoved all the blame on me And now it's as obvious as can be
I have an unhealthy addiction.I think that’s whyI subconsciously refuse to evolve.I don’t knowif I’m too afraid to change,too proud to admit I’m wrong,or if there’s even a difference.
“We’re all just some punks, miserable creaturesWith our human goal to be: enhancing all of our featuresFurther into the caves, intentions become deeperLike killing your local preacher and to blame it on the teacher
Was it me? Could it be? A violent storm inside of me? It wouldn't be.   Yet it feels like so, no matter how many times I say "no." I wish it wasn't so, even my heart says "no."  
Like a ballet dance on blades,Your mind is a fickle thing. Relevé, going fully en pointeOn razorblades,Slice your sole to sorry shreds--So very fucking sorry. 
A soft summer wind Blowing by me constantly An unchanged peace A masked gray murmur The Sun has gone now, rain falls She is calling me
If I didn't believe in tomorrowI wouldn't have a today,or even a yesterdayto speak of.That's
Sadness tears at the lungs Madness rises like bile Strung on a wire Am I to escape this fire?   Tortured Souls are not whole Hoarding feelings of frustration Eyes feel heavy with supplications
For a very long time, I was alone; not because I wanted to be, but rather because of the way that I would stare at the sky and be amazed by the clouds that would float like tiny castles in the sky.
She said she's sorry that she made him ashamed To be vulnerable and open Since she's been living that way It was imparted on she, so to him she did the same She never knew that the girl that she wanted to be
planted / my hands in wet sand / territorial spit passed down lies / hand made amends severed ties turned slips we hang from every dog has its day in traffic city stray since ours happened
Lay here face to my pillow contemplating everything. Why’d I say that? Why’d I do that? What will I say tomorrow? What will I do tomorrow?
Where is the ability to smile? Wondering the earth forever, Kissing the soil that brings life. Who can bring me happiness? Holding on until it hurts, closing my eyes to rest,
How can I understand what you say behind the lines of those silent words of exclamations? How can I understand what you are trying to say when I cannot hear your voice, ...you don't pick my calls...because you were busy.
  I saw you with your new girlfriend a few nights ago.  Your hair was slicked back. You were wearing that tux I picked out for you, the navy one. You seemed to be having a great time.
Show me where is hurts the dark is apart of your mind i refuse to say im sorry when im feeling fucking fine when im not I forgot to forget you happens alot i still want.. I still want you...
There was a couple who lived for each other but he considered himself an outcast, a no one. Two hearts that were one, just like two burning stars. Her creator created a star for every day their true loved burned.
Facebook Request  Like  Message  Hey  Flirt  Date  Butterflies Flirt  Date Calls  Kisses  Deep conversations
My race, the color of my skin shouldn't affect how you view meWhat you should be looking at is that which you cannot see
This is a response poem to something I heard one of my 'friends' say - "People who want to commit suicide are stupid and selfish. If they want to die, I say let them. They can have fun in Hell."   
I am from lilac bushesGrowing tall and full like small treesBlooming a beautiful purple in the springAnd filling the yard with a wonderful scentThat can comfort me even now,Even on my worst days
i never can understand how a father can leave his daughters to fend for themselves he blames them for his pain but they're caught in the game the same one he  claims he lost to their mom to  
91 words that make you feel like a full and blooming flower. Ethereal Fresh Dewy Soft Running out of words like An Olympic track athlete running from the nightmares of a broken childhood.
When your heart's still beating so you know you're alive
It feels like I'm suffocating
People draw with silver.  It comes out red. Magic? People walk with gravity. They end up weightless. Magic? People eat a day The food disappears the same day.  Magic?
into an eternal abyss that no one even knows how far will it take me? how far will i go?
The dimness of the leaves shall always be,
I've tried to hide my emotions and keep 'em bottled up
There are people living in
  I’ve seen too many women crucify themselves for the wrongs others have dealt them.  
The paper boats,
I still dont know what it was when I fiirst saw you You were different from the other guys I seen before I was wondering where you been all my life
A calm panic washes over me,                 Despair violates my every cell I have lost the meaning of “to be”                 Doubt has placed its veil  Anguish penetrates me,
I never thought this day would come, I wasn’t prepared for this to happen, I cry myself to sleep every night, I can’t accept the fact that you are gone.
I can see the pain in the tears you cry as well as in your eyes. I feel bad because I can't do anything to help you, I hope you know that I would, Only if I could. My day is ruined
Love cannot be infatuated by time.We could smile,
The warmth and the passion of two lovers kindled by a thread
Once again I am afraid to face this day The day you left without returning
I am from a small house with many people, The sound of birds and smell of food. Toys all around and bikes scattered on the ground. Sitting at a full table and dreaming of a new life.
Lonely nights sitting in my room
You told me once That your name means "To intoxicate" First love can be very heady I was just a stumbling alcoholic in your wake
This is a war
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, 
people will never recognized a simple girl. who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower. who really is nothing compare to the real flowers. whose color and petals are different from others.
I'm damaged.
NO
Wait it out.It will be okay.Everything's going to be fine.You'll get the hang of it.It will feel like home in no time. Shut up. I don't want it. 
VII
I used to see myself in the mirror To see an honest smiling face looking back at me
The city is burning,
Pride is the number one thing that can make us, break us, or even kill us. It’s like a bullet proof curtain that allows us to hide who really are. It hides who I really am internally.
Eventually it gets old You get tired of arguing just to have a conversation Your throat is still sore from yelling at the top of your lungs just to make sure your voice is heard
First impression Seems to be the best But why do I find it So hard to rest Late night thoughts  On my mind Its those same thoughts That take all the time Is time running out
A smile on the face is my disguise... the truth is hidden behind my eyes... never was i good at emotional epression... never did i want anybody to ask questions...
focus focus focus wasting time in a book mind escaping once again focus focus focus
In a world where we work until we die what’s in store for you and i? only the rich, smart, and strong will survive what does it mean to be alive? to go down swinging to run the street singing
Is it wrong that i want to observe everything you do? just simply watch you, and breath in every quirk and restlessness of your being sometimes you absent mindedly jitter your leg
Little hands so cold and frail against the snow, they seem pale then the numbness comes as senses fail
Laced with excitement and terror a fabrication of a dead dream drowned out by the demands the expectations how they cripple our creations
 1 Roses are red Violets are blue  your curtins are opend  and im watching you     2  Twinkle Twinkle little star i want to hit you with my car 
Waves of blue I always see The scene is cold and lonely here Why can't you see the good in me   I cry out to you in sweet misery  You never listen, you just see right through 
I guess I didn't know how to love myself. The things you said you saw... I always did think you were delusional. For I am not beautiful, I am not worthy of Want.
You strung the chords of my soul, To play the music of life. Now that you are gone, Does your music leave too?   I ran in a staccato voice, When I should’ve bellowed a fermata.
I'm surrounded by these barbie dolls their make-up so plastered like those white walls,  Noses up in the air proud and feared as if they're drowning in this atmosphere. They spit on those seats so low
I knew she was Dumb
I used to be afraid to come out and say look, you hurt me Hurt me with the pain of a billion crying souls crushing mine like the compression Of earths plates Here comes me seeping out the seams like magma from a volcano
Deeper He presses himself Into my thoughts Thighs Fluttering, blood swirling, Thump  Thump  Thumping  heart. He speedily presses his 
The intensity of every beat of my heart electrifies when we depart. You have been gone for so many years over this time I shed so many tears.   This emptinessI feel in my chest
To Be Heard
I thought about what it would be like Without you. I thought about how that would change me For flowers bloom and trees root With the beckoning of spring, And the chills of winter
Pour my feelings into a jar and seal it That is how I feel inside I can't breathe Gasping for air Reaching out for someone to unseal this jar The jar is about to fall and shatter
What if everyones right ? What if I do need someone new in mind ? Well, What if I don't wanna break my heart again ? What if I don't wanna fall again ? Not now. . .
Nothing was the same & heart's the one to blame. This tattoo that said "Dream Boo" on my heart, Will only tear me apart. Every little thing was perfect to begin. Should I let through my depression ?
You said to me, "I am Lost" So I etched the constellations in every freckled part of my skin, so you would always know where you came from when you traced your fingers across my hips.
Games of the heart are not easily won. Is there victory when the battle is done? Loss of blood will occur on both sides.
They aren't just scars They are demons I fought at 00:00 They are my insecurities My deepest fear And my lonely nights They are my insults I have recieved and the Emotion I can't contain
I hope you're comfy,
When the house shakes, the walls crumble. Then the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I'm surrounded by water. I can't see. I can't breathe. I can't think. Further, and further I sink.
I write to the Little Girl in the Future. In case you have forgotten... In case you have forgotten the beauty of the swirling passions of the primitive past
And outside, life Is cold. The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow, and through the chains over my window I can see the world outside- Moving. It's all still moving, without me.
Anyone I have ever loved is a ghost I keep alive in my notebookBy feeding them the ink from my ball point pen,And let them sleep between the college ruled lines likeSome sort ofInhumane bunk bed.
I just wanna go back Cause I feel like I’m in a trap I swear it felt like a heart attack Like I fell off track
today's your birthday and Fathers Day with everything that's happened i know you'd be speechless it's hard to think of what to say I feel like since you've been gone our family has been a mess
Who are you? I don't even know you anymore.
She's the girl with beautiful browm
Today, whe
I loved you and I lost you. I only got myself to blame too. They say niggas ain't supposed to feel. Like you soft or weak and you gotta be strong all day, every day. But it's hard sometimes. You human, so why can't you hurt? Why can't you love?
The music seems to drown out her screaming.
It’s the kind of grief That hurts all over, A tight ball in your chest That loosens with each sob. But the sobs never stop And neither does the pain That encompasses your body
I feel like a wannabe an empty shell, a hollow tree Dying inside, rotting away I want to laugh blissfully  to be consumed with love and longing totally  to be embraced by the warmth of it all
I've cried I cry So much that they have stained my skin I've spoken I scream Either way, you still haven't heard me  I've heard I listen And you keep saying the same thing
I lay in bed and shake, my body trembles uncontrollably, I feel my bones break.    Her words hit me like a ton of heavy clouds, then all at once, the rain seemed to pour down.
Everything seems to be getting better for everyone except me. Is it because I don’t try hard enough? Is it because I don’t pray enough? Or is it because this is just where am I supposed to be? I’m stuck in a rut.
Pieces, broken pieces. I am a puzzle piece, one that doesn't fit. That feeling, burned down Broken, can never be fixed.   Pick me up, move me around Make me what you want.
The smile on my face masks the expressions I hold deep inside There’s so much wound up in me, but I’ve got too much pride I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s hard to let go
I look at him through a dark tunnel, The only light comes from the exits made of glass. Watch as he starts to stumble I'm hidden in the tall grass   Through that dark tunnel,
I am dead A vessel without a soul I am careless and reckless Sleeping under the demons that eat my heart I am the bullet, the blade
What do I do without you? Where do I go when you're broken too?   I want to help is that possible? We could both be happy is that attainable?   I want to move forward
A shiver of seasons had crept on us 
Breath that hums soft and still plays the silent drum Your eyes that pierce the sky are filled with ever lasting love Down to your feet that soak with water on a rainy day
I’m haunted by my memories. The memories of us, the memories of you. Your smile, your laugh, the look you would give me, the sparkle in your eye that gave me a hint as to what you were feeling.
I can see the sun
As precious as they are They seem to fall No matter how I try They betray me
The pain of not being able to call you The hurt that comes with not being able to see you The bittersweet light at the end of the tunnel when I think I'm finally over you
In the midst of a friendship, Just an ordinary life, Something strange has happened. It didn't used to be this way, I could just laugh when you made a joke, Now I have a tingly feeling
I never thought the day would come
Back in 2012, you were unexpected, but I was still happy I saw you. I became immediately in awe of your appearance and every aspect of your physique.  Everytime we would see each other, you would warm my heart with a smile.
They plugged into my artery with a needle named “IV”
nothing is quite as painful as invisible is. walking through the crowded hallways of a dysfunctional high school
It’s  Monday night. You’re home tonight. Rolling your too-small suitcase into the front door, But something is different, you’re shaking. You’re silent. Letting go of your baggage,  You grab onto us.
I don’t hate you I’m not disappointed, anymore.   My mother warned I persisted My mother begged I pleaded   I learned she was right all on my, own.  
"I'm Fine."
 It was all getting better, everything was going away.   But they all came back to taunt me, kept me awake at night.   I always wondered who I was.  The things I see, I wont always be able to keep them inside of me.
When I was younger, My parents divorced.  Cried myself to sleep every night — I was filled with remorse.   Looking back, I now realize  That only through  fire
Insatiably stalked by haunting perceptions Mental insecurities cause collections of indiscretions Bleak emotions are psychological assassins
I thought you were something special, Not like any other boy, But I guess I thought wrong. I thought I had finally found someone who liked me for me; Someone who wasn't just there to admire my body,
Her eyes see better than my own. She is admired by all. She has clarity, vision, and artistry.  She produces works of art so clear, viewers are transported to a land of freedom and possibility.
I remember that it hurt, The day I met you. I was unable to breath, Feeling as if my lungs were seized, Silence around, becoming deaf, Only to hear your voice. I remember the pain in my chest,
Little birds sing High notes sprung here Low notes there To create A melody Like sprinkles on a cake A rainbow of song Is released In those notes Are hidden meanings
Eating my words, my mistakes and my needs.   The hand I extended   Intended   To help with   Bitten by those That I try to feed.
You tell me that you care. You tell me that students wouldn't dare. There are of course rules in place For offenses of such disgrace. I know you see the cutting words, I know you see the insults hurled.
You walk in the room My hands begin to shake You look at me My heart pounds I can feel it fighting to jump through my skin You begin to speak
They say time heals all wounds But what if that isn’t true Wounds eventually turn into scars And time can’t heal a mark that lasts forever Because whenever you look down, there it is
Sunshine rains down on me I laugh. I smile The breeze tickles me Peace. Happiness Air moves hair across my face
I did it again. I lived in the bliss, And wanted to spend every waking hour with you   But was that all that bad? Was it so wrong to want to hold you in my arms? To caress your skin
It's everyday nowI'm always the targetI didn't ask to be gay, it just happened.They always torment me, "You're gonna go to hell."He pushed me into the back corner"I can make you straight"
Mistakes are made, you fight for what you think is right. What other options are on your side? Rumors spread through the halls and you are suddenly the center of attention.
Sometimes I feel like a loser…..
What do I see,I see nothing.Reflections don't change,Memories can't phase.The love can't never go away.Unconditional, unreliable, uncontrollable love.You fought for yours, I fight for mines.
They shape our lives and watch us grow, they are a part of us. They humiliate us and make us laugh, you can't help but to love them. However, ometimes things don't go as planned, it spirals out of control and leaves you feel breathless.
I capture butterflies and lock them tightly in a glass jar I watch them flutter about carefree encased in my heart And everytime the jar shakes, so does my stability
I capture butterflies and lock them tightly in a glass jar I watch them flutter about carefree encased in my heart And everytime the jar shakes, so does my stability
one door must close for another to open this is what you all propose the cycle must have broken   closing, closing, closing never to be reopened but on I must keep going,
when silence preysmy mind left in the daze:medicated miserynoise baring downcoming undoneand i'm feeling surroundedthe pen to paperkeeps me grounded.words hardly express
i can't recall exactly when i had begun writing. but it must've been in a time of distress or despair. i figure this because those are the only times i see writing as essential -- as catharsis or healing. so, i write
My Heart’s Villain   One of secrets I am   Like a mole, my numerous chambers Are elusive to you
When everybody looks at us They say we are lovebirds, Like grandma and grandpa That you’ll take a bullet for me. But I know for a fact you won’t, only Bruno Mars will. If they looked closely in my eyes
  It feels like I'm drowning in an endless sea of sadness The pain sears right through my lungs  As the air leaves my body I feel the darkness come for me    
She is the ghost haunting you, She created the fear. She wasn't the victim Which is why you and I are now here.   She was the one cracking the whip, She broke your fragile skin.
Like a game of Russian Roulette, I sit here and I sweat. My palms are cold and wet. I am waiting for the gun To make its way to me.
i sit there quiet as a mouse watching you scream back and forth. i sit there wanting you to stop wanting to say something to make it end. i sit there my stomach in my throat confused at why you are yelling.
Autumn comes and goes and soon the flowers die No Honeysuckle to last as the cold encroaches on her Down the hillside she use to grow but wilted stalks now lie Not to rise again ‘til spring so winter’s wind cannot shiver
Seven girls danced on a hill, On the last day of December. It was a short moment to fill, Wishing this time would last forever. As winter was moving to spring, Seasons of life moved as well.
If words can be a weapon and a bandage both Forgiving and transgressing with a little flick Yelling and whispering complements and jeers On this I then wonder why they need not a leash
Behind her smile, there’s a child with enormous dreams and improbable chances of reaching them. Behind her smile, is a mother that struggles to make ends meet every month.
Torn in each direction Heavily each force draws Enveloping the sole will Yearning to be free Except it’s not enough X over each lie and fault Perceiving gone they still are there
Yesterday is one less piece in forever. Onward moving without regret, Understanding nothing of human pain. Sometimes it would be nice to put Time on a leash, Eventually It could understand what it puts us through.
There is something missing between there and here Hope is not enough to cross the great divide Everything is riding on this Choosing whether to stand or run Having lost sight of the road Under darkness we fall
I’m really good at some things. Like, my memory. I can remember events that took place, words said, words that went unsaid, places touched…places touched. I’m not that good with names,
Have you heard a mocking bird? Every time he sings it is another bird’s song— Just mockery exits his throat, Only to lure someone into a bigger trap. I know some mocking birds well— Never a fowl word,
Maybe this is a beginning of a story, You’ll never know. Far from the beginning and the end, Another person might see the truth. The question is can you? Hearing only what you care to,
such a sweet sorrow yet delicate as a lilly but raged as fire to be put out with more love damages fixed with kindness and compassion love true love such a beuty
Idiocracy is a word that describes the fool I fall in this category All because I keep finding myself falling Once again for you.
Mom
7 years ago I lost my mother to love. She walked away with hate in her eyes. I remember the day she grabbed me and said, "leave this house and never come back. I love Benny and I want to start my life with him".
You
Meeting you was all I ever wanted. You made my wildest dreams come true. I dreamt of what we would be every night before I went to bed and into my sleep. The thing with dreams is, they aren't real.
Even when the sky is black, And morning will not come, When the sky cries, And the earth dies, One foot after another, We will cary on, Even though you are dead and gone. Our eyes are empty,
As I aim to try, though I work and cry, It's all just a lie which I will not deny. I try to gain, in introspect, A sense of wonder and respect.
I hope you don't think of her anymore. How could a love so sure bring so many questions? Trust is no issue but I feel like I'm being tested. Constantly she plagues you in your nightmares and your dreams,
Sometimes, I find myself lost in your eyes I never knew love until I saw you My empty heart only knew its demise But you, somehow, were able to break through. You were the beauty and I was the beast
You call, I pick up, and here goes the bull You hang up, I look, and here comes the emotion I tell myself I'm through That I'm never dealing with you Again.
Such a deep love, impossible to ignore We're pulled together, while others pull us apart. Love is forgotten, making life such a bore The lost memories, breaking every heart.
I wonder how the pieces will land in the end. For now I will plaster that smile on my face and seem happy for show because that is exactly what others expect of me the happy smiling never tainted girl.
Kiss me, shove me, break me Turn these shades to black & blue, Peel back this skin, make it new Love me, hate me, infuriate me Scream a little louder; I can't hear you,
The way I felt when I met you is the way I want to feel all the time. The way I felt when you touched me like chills up my spine. The way I felt when you kissed me like a thousand butterflies.
Short Quick Breaths Try and hold Me together But fail In utter Lack of strength. Massive voids Consume my middle Bigger than me Yet part of Me
His night is rough and bleak Tears run down his cheeks As the rain pours and slaps the ground His father hits him, yet he doesn’t make a sound For he knows the consequence of yelling
Live life Love life Live happy. Be happy Stay happy Live a life of happiness and always be alive.
Little Marco is the smartest boy in his class. Other kids think he's weird all because he doesn't like to start trouble. He's respectful and creative.
Deep within a hot blistering day the trees swaying whilst the wind is array. The sun illuminates the slaves scared slays and America fails to open her young eyes.
Am I a can? They categorize me, say it's what I am. But I am not made of tin, don't hold soup inside me.
When I Sleep, before I wake I'm in the car, I can't escape. Driving fast, windows down No one can help me, no one's around. It's much too silent, there are no words, And when I look over, everything is a blur.
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