Speak Your Mind Slam
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As kids we are told we can be Anything,
We will support you
is what they say
With standards hidden away
As long as they approve
Someday I can't wait for my class reunion 20 years from now when I get to show all of thosepeople who never looked at me twice how I always saw my own potential and I went for it. How I
PoemI'm going to write a poem,I have to pass the time.Time meant for friendsfor laughing and playing and enjoying life,time for being a child.I'm going to write a poem,I have to share my feelings.Feelings of betrayal and shame;of sa
Shut your mouth and listen to what it is I have to say
I will take you all back on that specific day
I was laying in my room listening to the two of you argue
My delivery, Intelligently, to the Nth degree, Exponentially, I enter thee, places in your mind- generally -you refeuse to set free, the demons you keep prisoner, all the nights you cant remember, So many words left
When your heart holds pressure with melancholic thoughts,
think of that person that has kept you up
Not the one who has kept you tied up in knots;
but the one that with you would hold up a champagne cup
Look at the bright side
Don't just run and hide
Being possitve is the way to go
It will be good for you
We all close our eyes, but hers are closed, permanently
We sing of colors, shapes, and sizes; she tries to understand
We are stunned by the array of lights; she doesn't get excited
I am a new beginning
A jump across a puddle and two hops to the left
Press start.
Look up. The dreams no longer satisfy who I am
I am a force
Not a physical matter to measure
Growing up your my main inspiration,
I gave you hardship and lots of frustrations,
But you’ve always been there when I needed some love,
Arms spread open hugging me like a glove,
Who am I?
I don't know.
What am I?
I don't know.
How old am I?
I don't know.
When will I die?
I know,
I will die today,
For my mother is giving me away.
You wonder if it's all in your head.
Why can't you run awayor cry for help?
Once again, you are driven against the cold cement.
You become paralyzed.
Unable to move
Filters come,
Filters go,
Read between the lines,
And then, you'll know.
Make-up, nail-art, hair-dos and fancy clothes,
None of it matters at the end of the night,
When I'm gone I hope they see, how dedicated a man can be, to stick it out through thick and thin, to never let the enemy win, to never walk away in shame, like the one who gave me my last name, a useless man with no real roots, a joke, a sham, a
Life is like a mirror, you might be unaware of its features in the future, but you know to never want to change that reflection, because the past glimpse will make
Mirror Mirror Mirror,
Can you really see me?
I see my flaws and my mistakes but that dont really be me.
I wanna show you the truth but I cant even believe me.
Raised voice over raised ears.
your eyes glazed with apathy towards my tears.
Is Brutus your muse?
The stoic that caused such abuse.
Passion over rationale.
Down the drain goes my morale.
Everything just seems really fragile
The sophistication of a thought virus
That erupted in my soul
Hey.
Hi
Are you ever going to answer me?
Daddy, I know I have screwed up alot, but please just say hi?
Cancer is scary,
Cancer is frightening,
but don't worry child,
Because I know you won't stop fighting,
Her wallets missing and ofcourse she looks at the black man, cursed for eternity by the problems caused by a much lighter skin, complexion has become a way of detection, license and registration, would you mind opening your trunk for us sir, they
The best things in life are given, wisdom, love and peace. The goal is bending without breaking, The answer is to refuse defeat.
So sickly.
Someone with such a heart
Ready to do...anything.
And Everything. To get ahead.
Destroy their friend for the drug called.
Ambition.
Fear of losing to others
In turn. Losing
Mom a word that's supposed to mean safety,but to me it's the epitome of MAYBE,
MAYBE she'll be here tonight or tomorrow,
MAYBE out drinking, I'm thinking,
this word mom makes me feel irate,
I remember being a kid, and a white man called me a "wetback'
I went back to my mom with the word, and said "what's that?'
She asked where I got it from, and cried when she heard
Sight, too me
Is one of the most important senses
I'ts what gives all our other senses a subject
Those blind men
Are some i feel truly sorry for
Literal blind men...
As I find myself wondering, who I really am
I think to myself where I started, and how far I've come.
I struggle to find what is me,
and what is the creation, made by the media.
I like to think that I am what I am,
You're beautiful.
You're inspiring.
You're flawless.
I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you.
I don't know if you'll talk to me.
You'll never like me.
I'll never be you.
The answer to your questions are yes,
yes to them all, Yes! yes! yes!
enough already, okay?
I have a mask on I'll say 18 hours a day.
Because I fear that if I take the mask off
When I blink it blinks
using the Same eyes to see
that I can't I live up
to a better reflection of me.
2 years apart but miles away
while she received praise
I received Bullies and Pain.
America the greatest
Where everyone is racing to the top
But how unfair that some had a head start to the Race
For example,
Africans did not gain their freedom until 1865 (The Civil War)
I’m writing poetry on a whim
I have no experience
But I can tell you of my experiences
I have a friend
We all have friends
Don’t we?
Don’t we?
One Saturday she up and goes and texts me
At my high school, I was a guy that everybody knew.
Everybody would dap me up and say "That Boy Rube."
They could easliy point me out by the waves in my hair and the color of my shoes.
It's in one breath that the syllables come falling out,
Can't break one down if they don't know a thing about doubt,
I'm stronger, braver, wiser, faster,
Than I ever been before,
School. A place where we learn
An education is what we yearn
Most looking to be successful and rich
Hoping to enter the world without a niche
They say it's a scary world out there you will see
Remembering the time
when I wanted to grow old
faster. Thought things were easy
as I’ve seen grown-ups do their way.
As my height increase inch-by-inch
The clothes I wear changes day by day
Imagine this You're in a room with no doors, windows, or anyway of escape. The room is filling with smoke and its becoming harder and harder to see and breathe.
Whenever I ignite a spark
I turn stress into art
At times when I feel that I fall apart
I look inside my heart
And try to find out how to make a new start
It’s easy said than done
A scarlet dress for blood spilt
ripped blouse for flesh marred.
Ladders in the stockings,
a rung for every blow landed.
Scuffed shoes from hard kicks
bruise gorged eyes permanently closed
"Say, you're Michelle's girl?"
is what I hear every day
That's my place in the world,
and I kinda like it that way.
But sometimes,
You just want to break free.
Just get rid of the rhymes,
I am a man, not an African American man as some may say but just a man. I only belong to one race and as the great Bruce Lee said that's the human race. Yet to win this race, I put on a mask that's fake.
sometimes
we turn a blind eye to the facts
sometimes
we are lost in our rage by past acts
sometimes
we get caught in the "movement"
sometimes
we actually believe we are making an improvement
Imagine finding that friend who can create a song from your thoughts
and make you shed a tear in shear amazement,
To be grateful that someone like that understands your existence
Heart pounding, face flushed
a crushing headache bum-rushed
Breath ragged, star-crush
the holy theme of hush hush
Why would we
Who have so much to offer
Want to hide behind a mask?
Trying to blend with a crowd full of people
all trying to be like everyone else
We try to camouflage
An evening glow arrays the luminous pines,
A banded forest stained with a velvet wine.
The brook speaks too much but says nothing at all,
Babbling a tune with each harmonious fall.
A great author once said "whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist"But as men we operate like parts in a machine, just going along with a system.The government, the controller of the machine, making rules, putting schools to control society; t
got to see you
so i can feel you
touch you in every way
i've been wanting to
fulfill those dreams i've been having
times 2
giving you them warm
lovely kisses
down your neck
chest
smile on my face
as i look deep within your
eyes
giving me a window to
see what's in your mind
and all i got is time
for you baby
and it's just love
well shit i don't want to lie so
Blue vs. RedFightFightFightBlue vs. RedWhat’s wrong?What’s right?Blue vs. RedThe dark verses the lightBlue vs. RedWhich side is which?Blue vs. RedThe Kiss of Death?
Dirt or Mud,
Sun or Rain,
A team works together to earn their fame.
These girls are tough and hard to beat,
together all working to earn 1st seed
for the state final four.
I hate being around people.
I hate being alone.
I hate everybody and everything.
But please don't let me go.
I'm traped in my head.
Stuck in my day-dreams
Its been said money makes the world go round,
what does marry do?
what is once lost will one day be found.
is that true?
what goes up, will come back down?
does anyone have a single clue?
Uncertainty is the life I am choosing, but is it not what I requested and demanded? Need knowing is not wanting, is not hoping. Where I end is where I choose, and what I love is what I choose.
Who I am,
I am someone who is not who they appear to be,
Secrets, are what make up who I am,
A past that haunts, however does not prevail over who I want to be,
I am who I am,
A cold day
But I have to get through it
Can you imagin feeling what im feeling
Do you know what i go through
Even if you think you do , you dont
For right now ill let you think you do
If I should impact the future generation, She will call me “Miyagi,” because that way she knows she has to try, no matter how hard, before she can look to me for help and the help won’t be easy.
To avoid the darkness
Nature is my happiness
The trees, they shiver cold
But now I have something to hold
The sun fills my eyes instead of cries
Water flows feel like my hair
Every book I open is a door
a door to a new world.
A pathway to a new destiny.
A road to new friends.
A journey.
A voyage.
An experience.
I live and breathe with the characters
We have a tendency to hideEveryday before leaving homeWe put on our maskAnd leave to go into the real worldThere's almost no room for authenticityHow can we "just" be ourselves?Your beliefs, my opinion,
I grew up in the Bronx
Where gang war goes on
Drung Dealers sell to crack heads
And teen mom raising babies
Old people have no health care
And homeless people have no where to go
all i ever am
is sorry.
the words float around my skull day and night,
"I'm sorry."
sorry when the back seats are squished
because I'm taking up room
sorry when I'm talking too loud,
too much
My words are
MY power, MY Strength and wisdom
I make these words sing off my lips to utter them to another time in HISTORY
From knowing My time in History.
I miss you dear friend
Why did you have to go and change?
I miss the old you,
I wish you felt the same.
I meander through the neighborhood, searching for the house.
Once found, I happily jump the 5 steps to the front door and pass a silhouette smoking a cigg.
I feel hated
I see the faces
Of the people who hate me
The people with a darker complexion than me
Asians, Mexicans, African Americans
Not all but some
The list goes on and on
The day I met him, he had my heart.Then everytime I saw him it was like it was going to beat out of my chest.Shortly after knowing him I was ready to give him the restAnd no. I don't mean sex.
What is wise in this world twisted in concept
What is wise when knowledge leads to destruction
What is wise when our lessons become our undoing
These questions I seek diligently for answers
And it was then were in the cavern of insolence where he was kept
All that was deemed unfit and of akin to detriment on the male spectrum
As channeled into his being.
The ritual left him full of woe and without reason
One September night you say to me
Something shocking that I couldn’t quite see.
“I know this is sudden and it seems kind of fast,
You are the sun when it is dark
You are the tree I lean on,
You are the one that makes my troubles gone
You are the one who taught me:
How to fight, for what is right.
Words wash over everything.
Any armor you pretend to have
falls into a useless state.
Water seeps into any chinks, crevices, cracks.
You yell, hoping it will stop the flood;
hope it'll plug the holes
I, a young woman today , realized my flaws.
I H I D E under a persona that is not me.
I H I D E to protect myself from scars caused by not strangers but people I love.
As I look into mirror, I see a girl but not just any girl--
a mix girl.
The colors of black and white.
As I look into the mirror, I see the past of my peoples.
Crimson substance fills the cup
One is one and never enough
With every wound
A new opening
I watched you fall, limbs and sins
Sitting there watching all the pain you soaked in
Dancing on your heart, laughing at your words,
The world has not seen who I really am
There is a fear whom one may know
I am a girl who is afraid to show
My laugh is loud and filled with joy
People see me as if I’m a toy
Fitting In.
Well what does that mean?
There are many meanings.
To relate just wonder,
but don't blunder.
You want to be part of a group
Have friends to relate too.
I remember,
when I was fourteen,
I found out my friend had been raped.
I didn't even know what it meant
back then.
My friend,
she was a drug addict.
Living with the trauma.
I don't make friends easily,
I don't put makeup on my clear face,
I don't have a sexual drive.
In teen words. I am pretty much a fail.
I assume I don't belong.
To be honest, everyone's so similar and
Why do we need to do what the teacher tells us to draw?
Aslong as I put effort and make an art like creation,
I should get an A in art.
I can't see it come down my eyes,
so i got to make this song cry.
Fuck comb-overs.
Fuck yellow grass.
Im walking and its HOT
thoughts driipping off me as if im swimming in them
I feel kinda okay my self esteem is not low
so dont ask about a sale of clarence
Im wating for her to call me in
on the cotton field
it's hot and real
we have master grubbing like its his last meal
blood dripping im numb my back cut like thorns cutting thumbs
we picking cotton like farmers do plums we live hut
I sit near the window frame
Staring at my own shame
Nothing is the same
Am I really all to blame
Or is this really just some game
My emotions are set aflame
This isn't some ballgame
I like to think I'm strong
I used to be smart
I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart.
Maybe I used to be good looking once.
What the heck are women?
Fall in love
More like, fell in love
Reminding myself of what a brother once was
A stand up dude, doing humble deeds for nothing in return, 'til I met my main squeeze
My first mistake was to not sieze lead
Here we come, a busy people
trotting to and fro.
You’d never guess;
we hardly let it show.
In fact, I say, neither would they.
They can’t tell, themselves.
We’re blind and dumb,
I used to prefer ignorance
But no, no, no,
I did'nt.
I hated the mindset of "ignorance is bliss"
I was a walking contradition
Bound to get hit with reality
i'm the little girl hiding behind her mother's legs
i wonder if i'll be able to fight the monsters off without my dad by my side
Maybe she liked the pain,
Hell, maybe she loved the pain.
Or maybe she just misses the pain.
Because you see, it's a different kind of pain.
The chaos, the frustrations
It all seeps from your pores like an infection
How can something so positive become negative within an instant?
You crush and demolish
As though you are a dump truck
Everyone eventually leaves this tangible place called earth.
No matter how one feels about themself, they will impact someone.
How do you know if you've impacted a person?
She longs to be different,
Because her greatest fear is that she could be her.
Flesh and blood that created her and brought her to life is the same thing that has haunted her.
How can one destroy such innocence?
When my wings got seared off by the sun,
when i free fell, saw the ashes of my hopes and dreams
gently floating after me, I thought I was done,
that the ocean would end my agony
The same brain, body and gender.
Having a light make-up,
We go out.
Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.
As usual...
Speak, shout, they must know
It happened behind a closed door.
Arrogance, mannish poison coursing through his veins,
Twenty minutes ago she came in but left.
jump head first into the
flaming inferno because he told you so
try not to sweat
when he calls you a pussy
let the third degree burns be a
reminder to never trust a soul
god i constantly feel like I'm screaming
i feel like I'm just crying into peoples ear drums
begging them to help me
oh please oh god please help me
i constantly feel like I'm clutching their hands
Hi Annie Hi my name
I am unique and very
passionate about God
I'm very bright in all I do
I learn about love at the age
16 .
love is God
Love makes peace
Love is truth
Love is bright
16 and confused. Who am I supposed to be and what am I supposed to do?
17 and unhappy. No friends, no point. School doesn't mean anything to me. What a waste of time...
I am the "unborn"
I wonder if I will ever see light.
I wonder if I will ever see the face of my mom and dad.
I wonder if they will like me.
I am the "unborn".
Keep this one dear to your heart
Cause this ain't a car that you gotta pushstart
Now in the beginning God made man
No doubt in my my mind that God had a plan
A couple seconds later out came Eve
I don't recall much since you've been gone
Everyone tells me to move on
But how cam I walking by your room
How can I forget when I sit at my desk where you told me to sit
Everyone said it would be alright
We are the forgotten,
We are the one's hidding behind our image.
We are te ones who aren't seen,
We are another number of another statistic.
We are the one's with blood stained hands and a dark mind set.
What would you describe faith to be?
would it be a feeling?
Maybe an emotion, an action,
or is faith a THING?
I see faith to be something unseen,
It's like walking blindfolded,
You cant see me now. But eventually you will.
I only have a couple years here.
Lurking alone in the shadows on a mission not to make it.
A growing voice inside my head; the essence of me.
You were my only nightmare, yet the only person I wanted to see.
I could not wait to meet you, for I never have before.
How can you not tell when someone is crying out to you
As if they don't give you any clues;
When you are known for happiness but filled with sadness
When you're trying to figure out this world through all this madness
Do you know what it is?
Is it there?
Did you make it up?
How long did it last?
A day, a week, a month?
Six months, a full year?
This is as quiet as it gets
So please don’t break this silence
Just hush down and fall asleep
I promise not to make a sound so you don’t wake
This moment is the calming before the storm
The burning under my skin,
a fire clawing out of my body.
I hear the tortured souls cry
as they are slowly burned.
The demons hide in the shadows,
waiting for me to sleep.
The moment I close my eyes,
This red rose has turned black and it won't turn back,
Hard as the stone that was carried on the cave mans back,
Cold as the night that shoots its vicious snow,
Shooting through my heart like bullets,
I threw my first intentional punch at this wall. With all my might.
Letting all the frustration the anger I had built up for months because of you.
With all a blow I sprained my finger and gained a new best friend.
Silencing speech
Having the ability to talk to walk to paint to sing to dance to run to scream
Using the mind to the extent of its greatest capabilities
Well Isn't that fortunate?
Brought into this world as another child that is "supposed" to fall victim to the system
So I'm supposed to hang out with those who will fail and take everyone with them
I've loved.
I've loved and lost.
But it's better to love then lost, rather than not loving at all.
Better to fall, and call for help rather than not try.
This woman told me that she would rather date a blind guy than to date me
Then I asked what does that mean
And she told me
Because he would be blind which means he can't see and I would know that he loves me
* Rriiiing * *Rriiiing*
I'm serious this time.
*Rriiiing* No False alarm. I'm really going to fucking - Answer Goddamit !
Age ten bullied, called fat and ugly
growing up feeling like being handsome is the only way to make friends
being the clown of the clasroom, but sweet when i hit send
Am i missleading or am I deceptive,
i'm sly like a fox,
curious as cat,
stong as an ox and stubborn like a mule.
what i'm told i cant, i try failure or success,
I push on threw even of the darkest of hours,
I hope you hear me
I'm reaching out to you
I hope you hear me
And know you aren't going through this alone
I hope you hear me
And know I hear you too.
Roses are redish,
Violets are blueish,
If it wasnt for Christmas,
We would all be Jewish
Writing isn't writing
When I pick up the pencil to write a poem
I travel somewhere enchanted, I'm not at home,
When it's for a girl, I envision her perfection,
I do not stress about word selection,
I'm from a green swing set,
with Barbies and American Girl and fashion.
I am from the sunny, quiet house,
and all the trees I can picture,
and I'm from the big house on the beach
A memory drifts about in my mind.
Me. A girl of twelve, sitting in the church pews,
What’s this poem about?
Oh just take me home
It’s just another shout
Out
Into the world
I’m just trying to be heard
THE TIME STARTS NOW...
12 Mins
These will be my last
As i sit here and wait for the pills to take my life i think about what i've done with it
11 Mins
Who is listening to me?
U Who
U Who
U Who
What Who
What Who
What Who
U The....
Selfish
Evil
Lonelly
Freak
Your A....
Egostistical
You
What a word the word you
Break it down itno "Y" "O" "U"
It asks a quetin, "why owe you?"
These three simple letters have a whole different meaning than the word they compose
You
You cannot simply
tell me to get over someone I love.
It's not something that can be stopped all at once.
That's like telling the earth to stop
revolving the sun
"Love is simply a rush of emotions,
that I can't quite distinguish,
that cause me to hope for forever so i can imagine
I write to vent out
Because I’m not one to shout
Every emotion I’ve ever felt
Are in every word I’ve ever spelt
My pen holds my secrets
Long stiff fingers on delicate hands
Soft pursed lips and a determined chin
Dust in the wind mixed with the scent of fresh bailed hay
I do not live a life of luxury,
I do not lavish in gold,
I do not have memories
I just fantasize about the stories untold.
I would love to smile,
I would love to sing,
I live in my bubble.
Clear walls, roof, and floor.
Clean world and clean life.
A nice place to live forevermore.
A clear home so I can see
every danger from on top.
wakeup, or nah
clean your face, or nah
brush your teeth, or nah
take a shower, or nah
go eat, or nah
activities, or nah
eat, or nah
take a shower, or nah
brush your teeth, or nah
why do we get our emotions toyed with?
we are all humans
1 life 1 heart
we want to love
and be loved back
but that's not the case
and why is that?
pouring our hearts out
As time passes
You finish all of your classes
The good memories lasted
But you're happiness crashes
And you wonder why
You sit down and cry
Relieve your stress with a sigh
But the pain remains
As the day drags on
I sit and reminisce the good times
And ponder why you had to go
Nothing is the same
I stutter everytime I hear your name
It hurts me to see your family in pain
We all miss you
Dear dad
I don’t hate you
I hate who I’ve become because of you
They say I look like you
So I don’t smile because when I look in the mirror all I see is you smiling back at me
I wake
But I do not feel awaken
Your love has gone
And it has depressed my soul
So when I wake and your not there
I am woke but not awaken
Once upon a time your presence
Your love
Are we a free people, a free country, with a truthful servicing of liberty and justice for all?
In this body
I feel nothing but lust
A single touch or look
Will give me a rush
I won't care for you tmrw
I won't dream of you tonight
Sleep,A deep land,filled with a rejuvenating waveWith each wave being more restful than the last,As the waves crash into the soire that is the unconscience,The mind rides the waves spinning tales upon tales ,
I live in this broad bubble that I all a life.
But i know thats not right.
I have become so scared of failing thatg I no longer try.
Dulled passion just trying to get by
To the girls of the world
who skip all their meals,
weigh themselves daily
and hate how they feel
To the girls who are afraid
even to take a bite
for fear of one pound
The brain waves in my mind are like an ocean
during a tsunami
Big and ceaseless, powerful.
Neurons connecting too fast
Mind racing
Heart speeding
Sweaty palms
Too many connections
I am not the only one in the White Room.
Sheer fabric whispers from the windows
Goblet in hand, I drink to the Grecian lady
White dress, raven ringlets frame the face
Of porcelain
A laugh escapes
Whenever I get sad,
After the day has ended,
Before the Sun rises,
As I prepare myself for tomorrow,
I look at the Moon and the Stars.
It is fearful to think
about where I will be
Vision
granted
taken for granted
or sometimes slanted
vision
it's what is perceived
vision
one cannot give it to me
vision
the blind can "see"
This is for the women with the broken bones
With the shattered heart and tattered clothes
This is for the women with silent voices
Who made tough choices that were seen as pointless
Crowds swell, bodies press
There is no escape
I receive no rest
How did I get here,
What made me come?
But then, in a moment,
A quiet word is said
A small gesture, sure.
Listen.
Hear that?
It's the sound of blaring red sirens,
Innocence shattered on the cold marble ground.
Two bombs were dropped that day.
The one in the building:
Seventeen injured
Two dead
Sit still and look at the
Speckles of dust … drifting down…
Wandering through the … air
Like your thoughts of the future
Unbeknownst.
Wander further and you ponder,
About many things unanswerable.
Why do I let the things that crush my soul
Bruise my demeanor, my attitude, my outlook on life?
Is it because my mind, a vast space filled with dreams of love and adventure,
Hope and happiness, splendor and joy,
It seems these days the only way to be considered for anything is to be a battered, broken, shell of a person. The scholarships, the colleges, they want survivors They want the best storyBut what about me?
Whispering winds sounded through the cool night
Shivering, trembling, she quickened her pace.
Not sure why, the still shadow gave her fright
Unknown to her, the shadow had a face.
War wages across the sea
Between countries fueled by fear and blame
Innocent families desperately flee
Because a saving grace never came
Back home the battles still rage
To the young creature,
jumpy "you don't know nothing" on her street,
sedated "can somebody please buy me something to eat?" in the subway,
and her name repeated on a recursive loop at day
The first time I picked up a pen to write -
to write with purpose, searing intent stored in my mind -
I was liberated, overjoyed!
I was to let ring the deepest thoughts I could find:
Don't you remember all the good times we had
As kids,
Just the two of us against the world?
I certainly do.
I'm the one who remembers everything,
Remember?
I still do.
I was taught that vinegar and water don’t mix
Color me blue and separate me out
Only out girl in church that Sunday but
Leaving the lesbian bar bathroom
“That’s a straight girl if I ever saw one”
You want to know what makes me tick?
What makes me feel like giving up just a bit?
It's the Republicans and Democrats, strong as can be,
Giving no space for other possibilities.
The one that takes the knowlege.
The one who carried on.
The wish of going to college,
Is the fear that brings a dawn.
I look upon others
For the help to bring hope,
But what of the mothers
Life after death? Well; no.
More like death after life.
There is no shortage of strife.
It isn't exactly where I wanted to go.
I admit, I ended my life early
I am different but the same as you,
We both have two eyes, one mouth, and one nose,
Our features may be a little different,
But what is the difference?
You have blood rushing through your veins,
People say you can’t be a lawyer because you’re a woman
Says who?
The Hobby Lobby
Taking away our good medicine for the obstruction of religious freedom
And people dying of AIDS, they didn’t know
Dear Teacher,
I can be the filling of an empty seat;
I can make the count either odd or even;
I can ride along as you begin the mind’s expedition;
The knowledge you expel, I can digest;
I was
Trapped in a tumultuous turmoil of trepidation and insecurity, a tourniquet of timidity restricting any temeritous thoughts from flowing forth to fruition;
in a word, overwhelmed.
I was
With the unceasing tick of time, your life is now your own,
Creation and exploration of your own mind, making possible fun of your youth; yet, maturity of being grown
A person of courage
Could be a firefighter, a doctor...
Someone who upholds justice.
But I found a person of courage in someone else.
Someone.. A bit more.. Different.
After six months
(Sometimes
Two or three,
A day or a week,
Or even a year)
I wake up and
I don’t think about you.
(Proving to myself
I woke up one morning drowning in my own blood
On the sidewalk of Colored People Avenue in Who Gets To Be American Parkway
Floating in and out of consciousness Dreaming that good ol' American Dream
Right and wrong, criminal and justice
I have never understood where these ideals of right and wrong begin. When they are a result of societal norms and when they are a result of simple though and humanity.
Bombs go off in the distance
Buildings gone in an instance
Televised to millions
The world watches in silence
Now the children are dying
And the mothers are crying
MLA format
is cruel
to the trees.
Those pale promises
of untouched space
on the backs of papers
I stared into the fire
and found that I had become my shadow,
slithering through castles young and old,
who thunder about the earth in titan glory,
while morphing my bones—to click and burn—aligning with yours.
I have a secret
And when I tell it
Hot will turn cold
And my world will explode
And I'll be left in the middle of nowhere.
I have a secret
And when I tell it
Friendships will end
"You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same."
I have a whole world contained in my head. Not the whole world, but my world instead.
Collected in a memory bank of nostalgia and song lyrics and the actual song if I hear it.
When you told me
To grow up, I thought you meant,
"Kill your heart." And so I did.
Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated.
Cussed. Spit. Hated.
(Are you proud of me?)
There is a growing city
Upon which the red creeps,
A place that is full of
People in the streets.
The plague advances
Bit by bit,
Lowering the people
Into a dark cold pit.
I have always dreamed of being a toy train.
Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces
But have I ever drawn a smile on a face?
Best I remember, it was Fourth of July
She was laughing as she slid down the waterslide
Jumping in, doing flips, making friends on the fly
I never would’ve guessed she held a secret inside
Wind is waving bye
While the sun caresses doubts
Silence brings the anger
And leaves confusion on the couch
Tears are hiding from pain
Who carries smiles all day
Lingering at the door is misunderstanding
Enter a world known as Earth
Know that whatever you say has no worth
There is freedom of speech but that is a lie
And nothing is ever as easy as pie
Look around and you will see
Something that will forever be
Look at the moon and know im looking at it too,
Look at the stares and know im thinking of you,
Each and everyone of the bright lights is a thought of you,
Make a wish and it shall come true,
Just for you,
Let me read it. No.
Let me read it. No.
No, because it's about her.
About the way she eats and the way she doesn't.
I see it everywhere
Kissing, hugging
Holding hands
Everything a couple does.
I see it everywhere
Except for me.
Alone is all I will ever be.
No relationship has ever found me.
There are moments in the night when I wish for someone to lay next to me,
embrace me in their arms,
and not let me go till the moon finally takes its leave.
She doesn't know the effect
She doesn't know the tears
My eyes are bruised with waterfall cries
She is always there
Yeah
I guess
I can't knock life
I feel the stress
What is it that I say?
When I walk into work the air is cloying
The musty glow of past play-sweat clinging to the air,
The whipping of sugar has begun in the back
Building the wispy crystals into pastel clouds
A cloud arises from the west,
Sweeping the desert land in a rose tinted hue,
Bringing back fond memories,
Of a small world that I so dearly knew.
Everything
they’ve said I’ve seen:
Music is my life.
Music is my heart,
The rain, the pulse.
These words
So far,
Frustrate me.
Music’s not these
Muds and chains.
What makes me tick
are these sick, unrealistic expectations
of women.
“It’s what’s inside that counts.”
Well, how the fuck am I supposed to believe that
when my worth is determined by my appearance?
Stuck in here for eternity:
Lost in darkness;
I will never see.
No voices ever speak to me,
Stuck in chains for eternity.
My breath runs slow,
My heart losses track
Can you just
SHUT UP?
Turn your lips to mute!
You
You
You
Bitch.
You stress her out over pointless things
You should stop right now and…
My thoughts are as many as shells on the shore,
Their topics diverse as the shells’ shape and form;
Constancy of motion is ever necessary
Even when my body has remained stationary.
Itty bitty Dean
So much younger than a teen
Mama cookin’ some peas and rice
Stomach growlin’
Mouth hungry
Can’t find a toy to play with to distract me
No stuffed doll is worth more
I wish I was an astronomist
I look at the stars and all that comes into mind
is how much I don't know about the world
I wish I was an expert
not just about space
but about physics,
anatomy,
The question: “What makes you unique?”
I work hard.
There will always be people who work harder.
I am smart.
There will always be people who are smarter.
I can sing.
So? Others can sing as well.
Some are driven by their money
Some are inspired by their honey
Some are propelled to influence
What makes me tick is to make a difference.
A difference can help one in need
In less than a month's time,
My world will change
From the familiarity of my home and siblings
To the unknown of university.
Who will I meet? How will I progress?
The infinite possibilities dash
It's not the place of in-between,
Nor the place where souls scream
Night is, as night does
Not in this world, or the one above
For if you stay, you just might find
By dawn's break, you've lost your mind
I don't like to think that my heart stopped beating
on the night when the blanket wouldn't warm up and the moonless night seemed especially suffocating.
I met my lover for lunch down the street.
My lover, who taught me how to exist
In the twist of this hiss, this fizz and sleet
Who brought me this bliss, who's Anger, I kissed.
We sat outside on two summer-hot seats
In this big frightening world
Lives a lonely closed off girl
Though that’s only how she feels
The pain seems so real
To walk around everyday
And to feel as if there is no true way
i live in a neighborhood
where the streetlights blind us of the stars
and semen flows down sewer grates like rain water
At the edge of a branch
a little bird will stand
surrounded.
He looks down
and sees his fate.
He looks up
and sees his parents high expectations.
For to fall is to fail,
"You did this"
I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year.
I am ony six years old.
As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
Writing is an act of thought,
A Muse chased into eloquence,
A wild idea, tamed and caught
And realized through writer's sense
The cause itself, irrelevant,
The processes behind it too,
words not said
that needed to be
didn't he care
didn't she see
that all we needed
was some
communicative
company.
Men of virtue forever walk unseen,
during the midnights everlasting light,
upon the lane with which one has no sight,
with ladies that may compare to thy queen.
Sea of Love
By: Jimmy Orantes
The sea of love
My darling
Is where i found you
Our eyes locked
Our hearts stopped
The stars aligned
Oh, how we met by great design
I don't know when this started really.
This feeling of falling.
This feeling of emptiness that started as a dark seed and seemed to grow and grow,
taller and darker,
branching into the paths of my mind,
SilenceDisruptedThe lap of wavesThe cry of a gullPassing overAlien formsFormless featherless thingsNaught but ripples
Everyday I see it
It's on the tip of your tongue
You want to put us down
My kids are on my mind
all most %80 of the time
even when they are not crying
my mind seems to be lying
I here it no matter what I do
when they are sleeping I here it too
But I love it you see
What do you stand for
if you don't stand in prayer?
We can't eat bagels everyday.
A tallis is no scarf.
/
For the secular Jew,
Israel is the new religion.
The drum beats out – stand for your people,
A rhyme here and there can make a point.
Stay away from that stuff as your friends pass the joint.
We the People
Of the United States,
Driving our SUVs,
A gun in the backseat.
And yet we wonder why others
Don’t trust us.
We the People
Who argue “equality for all”
In my neighborhood
its hard 2 care for an educashun
thier arent meny outlets 4 inteligent mynds
y, 4 every 1 student that gradates,
Elusive answers
Ponder questions
Get your gears
on a drive.
How rattle you become
Feeling at times,
Like a hamster on a wheel
faster, faster, Faster, FASTER!
Just to keep that drive.
Standard beauty ideals are failing us.
People demand
Curvy but skinny.
Tall but petite.
Modest but sexy.
Pure but experienced.
Natural but modified.
We can't have it all,
Excuse me,
you look familiar.
I swear we've met before.
Are you the reflection I see in the mirror,
Or the slam of a broken door?
You seem recognizable to me:
an old childhood friend,
This fake smile is bone structure
Painted on to mask my frown
You don't see fear nor pain or sin,
I'm a suicidal clown.
Blood seeped through my long sleeve as I prepared my noose of
belts and sheets. I'm
A woman walks up to the church with tears in her eyes
She looks straight down so no one sees the tears that she cries
She walks alone
In long dark clothes
So she can say "goodbye"
Being understood, isn't always me
I cannot always say what's deep inside, you see.
But when I close my eyes, I hear the rhythms speak;
Elephant and Donkey each gearing up
The day starts new the sun shines the elephant smiles
The Donkey watches the people smile
The Donkey rejoices with tears of zealous vigor
A new day begins, the sun fades
All my life I told you tales about monsters
The beasts underneath my bed
Always telling you they wanted to kidnap me
When in fact they wanted me dead
Within the god head
Concepts determine a reality
Where torn earth soars like shards
among the cosmos on two dimensional localities,
Here false images hurry to their own agendas
A girl once told me
that my most redeeming quality came from how gracious
my heart and intentions were,
and that no matter the circumstances,
others come first.
I lay on my back,My back to the world.I watch all the clouds,The clouds start to swirl.The swirls turn to pictures,That rest in my head.
What will I do?
Will I answer duty's call?
Will I cure a disease?
Will I build my own hall?
Will I make fire cease?
Will I lead a nation?
Will I explore space?
Will I destroy stagnation?
Every day, I wake up and pray to the Lord that I can go out into the world and act as a shining light to those who are lost in the darkness.
I try to speak my mind,
But is there no difference between a compliment and a homocide?
Quiet shaves away at erradicated emotions,
My acne scraping when whips are creasing my flesh.
I often ask others what they dream
about.
not what thy dream for,
or who they dream of.
for whom they long for and what
they pine for
are merely distractions. Like
it is only when my life is not filled with daily distractions,
with the tug and pull of a schedule,
that i'm able to realize
i'm physically and emotionally exhausted.
understatement.
Living, loving, and losing
Inside my heart's been battered and it's bruising
Following my dreams is harder than I thought
Love and abuse speak the same language; -
“Don’t you
love me?
want to make me proud?”
Love and abuse speak the same language; -
Some hugs light the insides up
-Warm and sugary-
I've been accepted to college which is such great news
the only sad part is that I'll be away from you.
Away from your love, away from your laughter
but it is ok I'll be fine, I cant stay forever.
Little girls and little boys
See the world as it should be
Little girls and little boys
Even dream in the daylight
Little girls and little boys
Do not ever have worries
Little girls and little boys
Ain't it funny how life is always filled with pain
Take amounts that the body really can't sustain
You're so depressed, you question your own state of mind
Tick tock,
The clock strikes one o'clock.
The sky is dark, the stars shine bright,
Everybody, but one, is asleep tonight.
How could you?
You left us when I was eleven
You just walked out
Said it was over.
It's been five years
You still haven't changed dad
It's bullshit to think you would.
Night after night my dreams felt so bright because she made me shine with all my light.
What if she's the one I can trust and turn the me into an us.
What if we can be the us that "everyone" tries to bust.
(Warning: Contains explicit, angry language)
If I could actually save myself, I'd get the fuck away from you.
You ask me to pay the grocery bills, when I'm not allowed to eat the food.
I see rainbows burst through the sky
And have the sudden urge to run and cry
They all laugh and they say, "dont even try"
And I say, "oh why, god, why?"
Sometimes I think its better to lie
This is my attempt for getting you naked.
Yea, the earlier me is being amended.
So please help me acomplish my new goal.
People tell me that
I should give up
Give in
That my dreams are foolish daydreams
Fit only for a child
My answer is
No
Let the word ring out
A warped and revolting creature,That has many known names ,fury, wraith, bloodsucker, tormentor, Vampire,
I know I have been judged for not indulging in drugs or alcohol. People hear I don't and they laugh, laugh their heads off. They think I'm a prude, some little church girl in her Sunday best.
Education is an opportunity to have.
It provides us knowledge about world.
In different shapes and sizes all of us are bound to become a somebody.
On the surface my demeanor is calm.
To anyone who talks with me it's as if I've not one qualm.
Beneath this exterior lies another person entirely.
A person who dreads failing; who has become obsessive and miserly.
Sometimes I really gotta think
The SJWs gotta got it right
They rioting over the world’s dieting
And trannies are the cool folks now
It’s uncanny how your eyes open on Tumblr dashboards
The illushen of the world around me is falling appart,
and now i see how cruel this world can really be.
How it tests you and takes away all purity,
nothing is really as it seems.
I'm not a strong as i apear,
He likes the way you twerk.
The way you move your hips and make your gluteus maximus go berserk.
Your dream needed an audience.
Where it lacked one, one was found.
Ordinary crowds became worshippers--
Sucked into an infatuation
That was entirely designed by yourself.
I have seen the other side,
More than eight thousand miles away.
I have seen the other side,
And it's like nothing you've ever met before.
The streets are lined with ramshackle stores,
Melodies flowing, swelling, undulating,
Waves invisible to the eye, yet invokes the senses
Creates an active mind
Induces tears, fears, ensnares the heart,
With a strength unparalleled
I hate walking in the hallways
Of my high school.
For one thing,
There are way to many people.
They walk with no purpose
While mine
Is to get to class.
Yes, there is
6 minutes
Many shaped who I am.
Many more shaped those who shaped me.
I hope with my words many will be shaped by me.
A spark in darkness created a universe that we all know.
As she sits there crying,
She regrets what she's done.
She says over and over to herself,
"I am young and I don't mean anything I say."
A woman of loving arms wrap around her body,
I’m told to stay in school,
focus on my school work
and stay out of trouble
because the world is full of money hungries
I’m told to get good grades
and not worry about the boys who call my name
Entering the unknown
Thinking that I could cope
Hoping that things would improve
But...they didn't
Excelling in the academia
"Coping" just fine
But...it was an illusion
All I could do was just sit there and cry. I couldn’t change it; help it, or anything for that matter. All I could do was sit there and catch the mascara stained teardrops that attempted to scar my cheeks. Or was I even wearing mascara?
I stare into my brothers' eyes
to see the icy glow
of the history untold
and the present to behold.
While we speak words of ticking keys
and blink behind the screen of lies
Hello, hello, is there anyone here.
Please hear my cries if there’s anyone there.
Oh dear God, what have I done?
I remember those lonely nights.
That time in life when I was done, emotionally crippled.
When I cared less for myself than even my enemies did.
I used to whisper horibble things into the abyss,
You snatched the ladder from under my feet UNpurposely.
And didn't bother to stay and cover my exposed wounds.
Tick loves to tick me off!
Tick is a small unidentified creature.
A smirky grin is his best feature.
Tick is my car's worst enemy.
He knows how to get the best of me.
At night while I sleep,
Even when we are apart. I wish my voice to reach out to those I love, for them to wipe their tears is smile so they know I'm with them, thinking of them, and they are not alone.
You’re the cigarette in my cup of coffeemy manic pixie dream girlyour swirling vortex of sadness only dissipated
Sitting here thinking about the past
Sorry martin we still ain't singing Free at last
shit that would be a blast
but America is still segregated
I figured out that maybe I actually like the rain.
Since I was your soil and needed light and water to survive, I wanted rain.
They planted your seed in my rich soil to grow.
How?
How do I rid my mind of your presence?
You linger like the scent of incense, drifting through my thoughts.
This morning I looked up in the skies
Past the prickly trees
Their green arms a border for the clouds
And blue skies.
The world is so big,
Sometimes I can scarcely imagine
The word perfection
consumes us all,
consumes the thoughts of
imperections and tries
to change them into
something perfectly woven
together, or to flatten
a small bumb,
This is the best time of my life yet the most stressful all at the same time. Planning the rest of my life before it even starts. Nothing is going to go as planned, I guess that is the fun in it ...
Bitterness
Unkindness
Negativity
Surrounds me
I am chained up in a dark place
The air I breathe
Is toxic; I don't want to inhale it
Yet I do
I do inhale it because I have to breathe
Pulse through my insides
Travel in milliseconds
I can feel her heart race
And I can feel it slow,
All depedent on the
Notes that beat hard
From my metal heart.
This is why I am here,
My internet connection,
Where did you go?
Words that taunt,Words that flow,Words that tease.If not writtenThey will certainly flee,Escape your mind to bleed.For they will be never moreThen a thought, that drifted with the wind,
Dear Dad,
You know how much I miss you,
But being a good father to your kids had always been an issue,
Mom used to say that you were just a drug addict,
My mind filled with so many thoughts
Heart filled with hurt that won’t stop
So young but forced to grow so fast
No time to be a kid or dwell on the past
Within an instant my life began to crumble
“I am, I am, I am.”
Oh Sylvia, with your words of gold and your thunderstorm heart;
She whispered her poetic harmonies to me with her dead eyes and trembling hands.
There I stood. Tragically transfixed in cowardice, trembling in fear, no voice of my own, so afraid to speak out I took to writing this poem
Born and bred, true blue, and loyal.
To have a hometown I would feel like a royal.
A place that I know, love, and trust.
I'd try to return; get there "or bust".
Family nearby would be a nice bonus;
You told me you were going to do something, but it wasn't done.
You told me you were going to teach me how to speak anothe language, I wasn't taught.
Broken heart
Lonely soul
Bored mind
Hard to find
A creative escape
A mind's way to encapsulate
A beloved place's flaws
The creative cup's straw
to better sample the iced tea
In this great big world,
we are raised.
Seventeen years
under our parents' wings
before we are shoved into the real world
in our eighteenth year.
How are we expected
to make our own decisions,
Hear the butterflies beating their blue wings; beautiful and sad.
Listen to the wind
shut your eyes
Where has Annie gone?
She's been out way to long
"Who died and made her queen?"
Said her sister as jealousy flooded her heart
Mama was in the days
Daddy never stays
We were Romeo and Juliet,
My depression and me,
Me and my depression.
A tragically beautiful romance
Of star-crossed lovers,
If Depression were a person,
She'd be a woman.
An independent, seductive
femme fatale, because
The most feared being in the world
is a woman who can
Disclaimer:
This is not a poem,
Because my depression
is not,
was not,
and will never be
poetic.
I used to think
I am a woman like any other woman, and that is, apparently, a problem. This is not a problem concerning the "uniqueness" of each woman, or the preservation of individuality.
I am a lover
Running my fingers through her hair
And gazing into those green, green eyes
Adoring the tilt of her head
And the lift of her lips
Their softness agonizingly sweet
Scared most of the time
Frontin’
Tryin’ to seem courageous
Tick tock goes the clock… keep moving forward
They’re better than me
How can I hide it? Will they see through me?
Walks amongst the grass, with a smile to the sun.
Warmth about his heart, the boy longs for lasting fun.
Fear so compelling, he walks a path through debris.
So dark and twisted, is to man's reality.
I don’t want to lie and keep up this
Masquerade
Saying everyone is beautiful and
We are all just great
Because in reality we’re not.
You say you want passion
I don’t think you rationed
The color of one’s skin: brown, tan, light or dark
What does it say to the world?
It should say nothing
But in the real world
That’s the exact opposite.
History has taught me white excellent.Shawn Carter and Mr. West are preaching black excellence.Why can’t we just have excellence?I’ve never understood this power struggle between races.In the end we are all human.
You really must know that I didn’t pave my own way,that I was not just reborn one dayas “the smart one,” “the capable one,” “the one to depend on;”and that I am instead an assorted culmination
I want to go inside the head of someone elsethat way I can think thoughts that are beyond myselfI want to know what they know, see what they see,I wonder if they even think about me.
Is journalism right for me?
I have thought for so long that it’s true.
Any time so one would ask me what I wanted to do I had the answer ready to
Spring out out, quick as a whip.
Ready with a quip
In, and then out; in and then out.
These are the constant reminders I have to tell my self to keep me focused,
I can still remember those late night phones calls
text for no reason and bumps in the hallway like no one could see us.
Make me happy
Make me smile
for hours
Give me the fondest
memories that I smile
when you’re not around
Make me think
Make me ponder
things I never thought
FIRST STANZA:
It’s crazy how things and the times change.
Crazy seeing how Social Media is ruling things.
Kids learn their ways from what they see instead of their parents teaching them what they should be.
I advised myself to write the things I couldn't say, or wouldn't say out loud on this paper.
Hey, did you see that girl today?
You know the one I’m talking about.
What was she wearing this time?
Did she try to talk to you?
Sometimes I wonder what people think of me. [Curiously fiddles with knife] Am I a whore [smirks]…or am I one of God’s children? [Sighs] I can’t possibly be worthy enough to be a part of God’s world anyway. Look at me! I’m a filthy bastard!
Far away over roaring seas, or mountains of mystery,
war rages through countless pages, both fiction and history.
Beneath the cover reality fades and colors emerge in place.
"Do it again."
"But why? Isn't it good enough?"
Aren't I good enough?
"Not if you want to compete in this industry. Now, do it again."
"Okay."
I want to die.
For this feeling I can no longer bare.
The rage within my soul has consumed my whole being.
The terror and horror of hell has revived and rejuvenated in my soul.
He grits his teeth despite the rough sand
The blood spattered on a dented helmet
Because He not only fights for his country,
For his freedom, but he fights for
Her
My mind, a deep space.
Longing for a challenge to embrace.
I search and ponder within myself: what is my purpose on this Earth?
To seek what is beyond the horizon?
To peek over the highest mountain?
From the time we are born we are all told what to think.
That Santa brings our toys and that all girls love pink.
That if you're nice to others they'll be nice back
We are living are dreams into the future talent and hope is depending on us. Now it time to shine like TOM, NICK JOHN and DON. Cause I’m here writing my rhyme laying on my bed thinking is it time No it’s not time yet.
You won't hide behind social graces
You won't try to be flattering
'Cause you laugh in the face of all faces
What makes me tick?
I found in second grade,
It was a sweet, seven-year old chick.
In daycare, together we played.
Day after day,
We formed a bond.
A growing friendship that wouldn’t fray,
My Myers Briggs test indicates
That I am a scientist
My natural propensity for problem-solving
And an ability to grapple with vague concepts
Puts me among the type with the highest IQ
I speak on fear, depression, and realization.
Success to me only comes when all three of these things plays together as one.
The battle is all within yourself and will always be.
Most people say that ignorance is bliss.But I believe that ignorance is destruction.The ignorance of feelings,The absence of empathy.Not knowing or caring what others are going through.
I want to see you, you say.
And so you see me
through the sage green stitches
of my grandmother's crocheted yarn,
And so you see me
Lying above the cherry-cola leather sofa.
And so you see me,
We're blinded by many things
Sadness
Joy
Anger
Caught up in the passion of a moment
That will pass and leave you crashing into empty nothing
We're blinded by empty things
Bitterness
Constant thoughts fill my brain
toppling over each other.
I try to process each one
but fail to remember them all.
I have to grasp onto one
and run with it,
creating a new world
Is MD just a disease?
Or a lifestyle?
Maybe
It changed how I’ve lived
But I didn’t choose it
Some say it’s a battle
They say I’m brave
But I don’t feel brave
I feel weak
I am lucky.
There are things
that are mine
that others don't have.
Healthcare.
Family.
Home.
Dreams.
Car.
Education.
Freedom.
Future.
Friendship is truely hard.
it can be like moving through a jar of lard
personalities tend to clash
and friendship turns to mach
Its never the right time
even if it was you'd call "Mine"
See I've given up on love but somehow I still had faith in you, I believed In every word you said and foolishly thought they were true,
See I've given up on love but somehow I still had faith in you, I believed In every word you said and foolishly thought they were true,
Inside of me there is an asylum,
surrounded by a moat of milky light bulbs;
the only bridge burned long ago.
The dungeon holds a dragonfly
Are we simply machines ourselves?
No, we’re comparing the inorganic to the organic
The cold and calculated to the emotional and creative
We’re nothing like machines.
They’re ones and zeros
I touched brush to paint,
Paint to canvas.
Poured thoughts, feelings and emotions,
At every dab,
At every stroke.
Permeate it with life!
Saturate with color!
Drench it in richness!
I choose to be loud
Yet I have to be quiet to get your attention
Must I speak like a mouse to get you to listen.
Behind that fake smile
there's a person who screams for help.
She drowns her pain and sorrow
on her bare skin.
Blood drips from her writs but
NOBODY sees a thing.
There’s one sight that’s a fright to be seen,
A gap between sane and insanity.
It’s hard to ignore but can be adored,
If someone you love is rubbing the grub.
Their mouth is wide open, they’re ready to pound;
Dancing SnowWhirling and dancing, running in the wind,A dust storm in the winter, blowing pure and white.Sparkling and shining, floating 'cross the sky,
there's a kid near the front of the class, top of the class.
she knows the answer, but she stays quiet, keeping them quiet.
she knows if she raises her hand, raises her voice,
the groan, the moan, the insulting intone of
My heaven awaits for me in the infinite skies. There I can soar where ever, there I can jump from cloud to cloud, and there I can free fall without worries of ever touching the ground. That is my imaginable heaven.
vomit onto paper
an abstraction of an encrypted thought
mildly wild i babble like a child
all riled up
formless feelings freak me out
freaky in the most severe sense
severely senseless
Oh how my mind wanders, a never ending thing.
It goes back and forth from topic to topic like a pendulum swing.
A football player, a jock, a nerd, a geek. All these are labels and they all label me.
The sun wakes me up with subtle kisses.
I’m lifted out of my bed by thousands of pulses of electricity
Pushing, pulling, contracting, releasing.
I feel them in my nose, I feel them in toes.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh, time to get up.
Sprinkle. Sprinkle. AH!
Hot water gone again.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Burned my breakfast.
Lovely morning, right?
Heaven is it real?
I need to know you are safe,
I need to know that you are in a happy place.
A place where you can run and be free,
Free of all the pain you were in.
My heart aches with the loss of you.
I hear the sounds of their sniffs all around
Their stares slamming my peace into the ground
I feel enclosed, I can't escape across the border
Of the mental insanity that comes with a digestive disorder
I shun this part right here
Waking in the middle of night battered heart
All we do is live in this perpetual fear
Again and again I try to avoid this part right here
What is love?
his pitiful weeping, hunched shoulders shaking like a 9.5 earthquake
his pain, sudden and hot, the mind is blank, but the body still feels
his screams of agony, he'sdeadhe'sdeadhe'sdead
The definition of faith is seeing without believingYou trust and you pray hoping that he isn’t being misleadingYou can’t see with your eyes, but your heart opens up wide praying that
I have notlistenedto anything you have justfinished explaining.Forgive me butI was daydreaming about somethingmore important to me thanwhatever it was you said.
You were right but was I wrong?
We were caught up in a storm
Waging war, battles won
Even heroes come undone
It wasnt hard but you messed this up
When the world goes dry and the day grows coldyou can't turn to someone to open up your soulLike its when you crythe time flies by
What difference does a few years make?
A few years for babies makes a drastic difference!
A newborn can only process warm milk,
While the older is able to eat mushed apples.
Some call her crazy, but others call her tough. Her presence is commanding. Her body is a piece of artwork coated in a pallet of black, blue, and purple.
the struggle starts when your born in this world as a sinner.the struggle is here to break you or make you.
I am a living computer
I survive on electricity
I read sound waves and light waves
I have motion sensors, proximity sensors, and heat sensors installed
I can analyze chemicals, airborne and otherwise
I’ll never be what you want me to be
I can’t fit in the shoes you laid out for me
This wasn’t my plan or my chosen destiny
All I want to be is simple me
You tell me I’m worthless
You tell me I’m terrible
All they care about is the look
All they care about is how people look at them
All they care about is the hook
All they care about is how the hook sounds
Just 12.
I have been alive longer than those few years.
Just 12.
Time to cast away every last one of my fears.
Just 12.
No time to waste on dwelling on the past.
Just 12.
You can't go to war with nature.
Even though man can destroy it and remold it and shape it
into something profitable - mechanical - civil.
It will win you over again.
I’m afraid I don’t have a firm enough grasp on time and how I’m supposed to inte
It's kind of funny, how fast the time goes. Days feel like seconds, months and years like minutes, past memories are like a dream you just woke up from but can only barely remember.
SInce day one I was told that I would be the best.
I was told "Look, my child. The world is yours and if you really want it you can grasp it"
I believed those words to be true so I did my best.
What makes me tick? What makes me tick really ticks me off
College is hard yo, Have you seen all these assignments?
I’m just a poor programmer what is this I have to become poor
Ask any kid who knows how to work a crowd what they want to be when they get older, and they’ll say, “I want to be happy.”
I almost cried when we left Ireland.
It was so green,
and the people so friendly.
A weathered land of legend and song,
the prettiest place I'd ever seen.
The Alaskan sky was gray and wide.
Beauty is not a possesion
Beauty is much more than a lesson
It can not be taught
There are no fundametals,basics,duplications
Beauty has many originals, it is spiritual
I love to learn
lift the weak
and save the sick
Wherever I go
I hope
to do the right
I love to see people triumpht
and succeed
To see them surrounded by light
No longer “Milk’s Favorite Cookie”--
nor the dual chocolate discs with the snowy white filling,
I know that face too well
Consistent with the pain
I feel when my face pales
At the thought of your ghost
At the very realization
That everything I've given
You all shut your ears out from this harsh world and close your mouths, keeping silent.
You're so busy gathering your wealth, satisfying your avarice that your ranks are taken away without you noticing.
What is Love?
Is love a spark that grows inside two people who enjoy every moment of each other?
Through Earth and Air I fall,Plummeting down into velvet night.My heart too high, their reactions of appall.Outstretched fingers grasp lavender light,Oh how could the One have had the gall?
The slamming sound of pots,pans,dishes, and cups over the rumbling of your voice. "You didnt vacume today"? "Why does this counter look dirty all the time?" The day as darkend and my eyelids are beginning to feel heavy.
Has it really come to this?
Or am I just making a wish?
Even if it is a wish,
It's just about time it came true.
I cannot imagine anymore of the past.
Sure I can walk on nails and glass
There is a reason
Why I Don't Go
CooCoo For Cocoa Puffs
Over Outer Beauty.
Time progresses faster when we didn't notice
Our legacies we being born but we swear we're focused
Letting bills engulf our hearts like sticks and stones
Call it World War 4 because World War 3 started when we were alone
The spirit of a Pioneer is strength from within,From the field of battle comes the roar of a win.The blue stands filled with a crowdThe blue band playing proud.The gifts from above and the determination below
I've seen her standing there
with her hands running through her hair.
She smiles nervously at me
but then shyly looks away.
She does not even see,
The beauty she has in her own way.
Pushed to the limit,Student in it to win it.Studying non-stop around the clock,Waking up to get to class all to hear people talk.Get home grade posted for the last quarter,
You wrote the thesaurus in which I am a synonym for worthless, and an antonym for perfect.You wrote the dictionary with my name defining the word ugly, and used me in a sentence to exemplify the adjective disgusting.
How do others expect me to describe you?
How do you describe what growing feels like?
How do you describe what breathing feels like?
How do you describe what being asleep feels like?
your slowly intoxicating my head
no words can describe what has been to my brain, fed
your slowly intoxicating my mind
arguing with myself wether your feeling is healthy, or if im blind.
Here comes the bride,
All dressed in white.
Walking up the aisle to see her beaming bride.
Her father stands besider her, giving her away.
Her mother in the crowd, looking the other way.
Why do you care what I say?
I fume and I cry and I try to get my own way, I bluster out loud while I really hurt inside, I act like I'm tough when you hurt my pride.
To be calm and collected,In the face of life itself,Actual fire balm and infected,Awarness of an elf,To not care of problems that get shot point blank,Willing to make the tenacious decisions,
I feel like I’m sinking
Sinking to the bottom of the deepest ocean
Eerily a seemingly artificial light illuminates the water
Candid images surround me
Random memories, fantasies, desires
"Why is it worth it anymore?"
I ask myself as my words turn into dust in my pillow.
I let out a silent cry,
"Has all this fighiting been for nothing?"
Friends? Where are you?
They creep they crawl,Trying to intervene in my life,With no cause at all but to start a brawl,Claiming to be something they are not,Demon in disguise ready to do a hoax,They wait to be caught,
I wish I could steal raindrops and stuff them in my pocket,
Grab scintillating sounds so it can illuminate the earth,
In this crumbling world we all become self absorbed
taking money over love
gaining nothing but an overactive ego
by pointing out others flaws
theres nothing to stop this world from ending
When did this world become full of greed, wealth,
and giving cruelty to the ones that don't have it?
How do we give a raise to politicians,
and leave our troops with no breakfast to eat?
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one
In the world.
The only one who knows
What's going on.
The only one around for miles
And miles
I feel as if even thought the whole
World is talking
When we met, you were just another girl
But now for some reason you are my world
I havent seen you in a while but it cool
My heart says otherwise, maybe i'm a fool
The days go by, we hardly speak nowdays
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Think so?
Get a taste of it, come back, then tell me how it goes.
Don’t tell me to ignore it, that everything’s O.K.;
We are looked at as misled, misguided..
When really, it's these kind of people who save us all.
The broken ones are the true heroes,
not wanting any recognition.
Selflessnes is their virtue,
Growing up you took care of me no matter how bad i was
you gave me food and a roof and a mothers love
from hugs and kisses to beatings and punishment
i laugh so much when i think of all of it
She looks at it.
It looks at her.
Like looking in a mirror.
Nature vs. Nurture.
She reclines her seat
As she watches the breeze
Whisk around the palms
And give ache in her feet.
Like a caged bird, I pretend to be happy
I have to be the perfect daughter, friend, student and girl
Like a caged bird, I am left alone
No one seems to acknowledge the fact that I feel isolated from society
I turn right when I am wrong
Soon a left to my treasure
Here the feelings run strong
I am nearly guilt free in this pleasure
A safe haven I run to
I think God has a cruel sense of humor.
Because when I turned eleven and pleaded with all my might to become immortal,
I heard Him chuckle in the confides of the newly blackened space
The human mind is a mysterious thing,
It’s a machine that works day and night,
And every single brain is not alike.
My mind is a mysterious place,
Constantly thinking of many ideas,
Me
How to describe thee
I am confusing but simple but not all the same
I am childlike and mature and I love to read
I love animals and I love my dog
I love my family even the ones who are bizarre
Overcast, a small sun peeking through the clouds, still but tranquil
Suddenly the sky opens up
Rain hits the window and I watch it slide down the pane
And I think to myself: I wonder how it feels outside
If I read you a story
starting "Once Upon a Time",
would you to stay to listen
as I read off each line?
How would you feel
as the realization became known:
This story was not about another person's life,
Start from the very beginning
In time you'll be winning
Take the trip that everybody makes
There's no doubt you got what it takes
Slamming the enemy.
What makes me tick,
In a land with so many options,
I come out swinging.
Bills are suffocating,
School is drowning,
But life is worth living.
And that's why I'm trying,
Life. The air we breath is life and the sea we sea is the womb. The womb that has birthed milenias of life of all different beings that are. These beings make up you and me.
In a time of need one searches far and wide,
For, all of our worries are right by our side.
What are we searching for, though;
Shall I convey to thee all the reasons I’m mad?
Shall I put into words those moments I rage
And things all of which I wish I could say
To those who piss me off?
One
It is about time you realized that you are black
you still don’t know what that means
But one day you will
And you will never have felt more beautiful or misunderstood
My life is a book composed of many different chapters.
The lines I write within each one determines what comes after.
My book began before my birth. God formed me by his Plan.
On a gloomy, humble, rainy day,
I venture into the garage for batteries,
the garage that slurps in cars, burps out trucks,
and spies on the swimming asphalt outside.
Every human body is an expression of divine breath.
We are all made in God's image but yet we still fight the lust of the flesh.
We've created an army of identical twins,
318,457,385 of them today, more tomorrow.
All mirror images staring blankly back at each other,
unable to see the similarities,
I am always a depressed dreamerI am always depressed by the powersBenefits always equip huntersSafety always promotes slaughters
Every morning I wake up and see the beautiful woman I aspire to be
Every day is the same, the mirror on the wall, mocking me and taunting me to be someone I am not
Life just flys,
so quickly by.
So fast, that it makes my eye
think about other’s lives, that I hate to pry.
Others lead me to the moon
and then to great outer space, around the time of noon.
Never have I felt the sensation of numbnessUntil I could touch it from my arid eyes to my dampened spirits.I was forcefully dragged to your every whim,Scorned by your self-righteous sermons,
Speak up, stand tall
be as strong as a brick wall.
Dont let ignorant people,
drag you down
Go into the world with a smile,
rather than a frown.
Dont listen to the boy in the corner of the room,
You were my supportt system behind everything I did, In your shadow of safety is where I hid.
Every step you amde, I made with you, there isn't anything for me you wouldn't do.
Vivid imagery flutters my corrupted mind,I close my eyes and fall fast asleep to indulge in this tease,I see what I wish would happen while I was awake,
I keep leaning in, the more I lean I feel as if I'm tipping over,I feel the weight coming down on my bruised shoulder,
Friend
Grim figure beside
My Death Bed
I don't fear you, come closer
Why fear the inevitable?
Why fear the fate of every living thing?
I knew my time
I feel like I owe the world something
For raising me
I mean
Even if I turned out poorly
It doesn’t stop me from worrying
About living up to expectations
Laid like railway tracks
There was once a boy who was not willing to fight
For he was always humiliated and seen as shy.
In him, there was no courage and only fright.
He was fragile and only measured a short height.
After my long night at work,
there you sit.
You look up at me with a smirk
and I just lose it.
I may look strong,
but on the inside Im dying.
Because these past four years have been long
V Doubt
O Fills every corner of my mind
I Whispers
I Dark words of unending peril. Failure
I Hope
Life is told as a series of doors
One opens, one closes
A world of possibilities
It's also a series of paths
That meet other paths
Paths that lead to new doors
As I stand before the mirror on the wall,
What do I see?
Not a pretty girl staring back at me.
No. I see someone who is too short, too fat, too ugly.
My flaws sticking out as bright as the sun.
Judgment
Jenny was her name, and she judged a guy based off of other people's opinions
Unable to feel comfortable with whom she was talking to
Smoke clogs her lungs and makes it hard to breathe
Cough, cough she tries to hard
Her tears dry up as her children beg Her to give them more
but nobody listens to Her needs, to Her pleads
Who am I? I see these models and stars and feel so small. People who have what they will always need. Who am I? Compared to the ones in Hollywood I am no one.
Echoing through the house
Empty hallways and broken chairs.
Crystal glasses and
A voice that wrings the soul.
Alone on the stage,
Coated in dust
Yet sparkling in the sun.
There’s
A
Failure
To
Communicate
Pardon my indiscretion
I wasn’t thinking
(The words in my head were too loud)
It
Was
Only
A
Word
Here I lay on my bed
A pillow is under my head
My room is dark and silent
A paper moves, so pops open my eyelids
Its early morning
Late night
Sleep is nowhere in sight
Pills and potions Yes, we are overdosing On magazines full of computer-generated women Perf
around you I feel
a storm of emotions brewing my chest.
most of them
have to do with anger or disappointment in myself.
and you think I would have learned by now
that this is the natural order of life
The world's a pitch black room.
I dance through this room,
Eyes closed, but my mind wide open.
Birds chirp, trees sway in the wind.
My mind runs as wild and free
As the stream that flows beneath my feet.
It's a driving force. It annoys me constantly every single day. What is this thing that makes me tick? People's comments on how I should live my life!
Is the mind separate from the body? One might ask.
Can the thoughts we formulate be considered technology? One might task.
So much thinking is making me weary.
I will just ask Siri.
You probably get many submittions with pity.
From people that aren't even determined. Grades are all she has.
But whereas me, I'm determined and my name is Jazz.
GPA isnt the best, but I'm self motivated.
In the begining we were all the same
Men and women with out a name
But, differences made us who we are
Characteristics, colors, and all
In the end we weren't meant fit in to one frame
Why is it that I must respect your Allah, your Buddha, your spirit animal,
But you attack my God and my right to worship Him?
Why must I mind my speech, my words, my phrases
What's up ahead?
You can't see anything
Every step brings you closer
To the end, to the beginning
You continue forward not knowing what's ahead
Walking through a dark house
Every day,
there's a a knock on my door
tap on the window
voice in my head
says Go on
Get up
Roll out of bed.
Every day,
that ticking persists
Imagine,
during the first few months of when you first understood what words, languange, and feelings were
you were called ugly.
Imagine how for the next years of your life you were reminded of how ugly you were.
A Bump in the Road
I've learned to do things on my own
Along the journey, I have grown
Paths I've taken aren't always sunny
It's kind of challenging being low on money.
A challenge, an opportunity, a pulpit, a stage, a circle, a street corner.
Speak your mind, and let the world know what is on your heart
And so I speak, I share my life, I open up
Daddy why don't you love me?
All I want to do is make you proud,
Daddy why don't you love me?
I swear I wish I was a better child,
Daddy why don't you love me?
After all these years, don't you miss me?
So they say it's over,
it's in the past,
but I in contrast
say "No".
No.
The King stood in 1968,
but he was shot,
shot down.
And as he fell,
we rose,
we rose.
HEARTBROKEN AND ALONE
UNLOVED AND UNWANTED
CASTED ASIDE AND FORGOTTEN
UNSEEN AND UNTOUCHED
HEALED AND WITH YOU
LOVED AND WANTED
INVOLVED AND NOT FORGOTTEN
SEEN AND TOUCHED
Those luscious lines of unspoken feelings.
Let out, and oozing with with such sentimentality
Mirrors reflect what the eye can see.
Windows behold what mind can reach
Tell me, which view would you rather meet?
I am awake at night,
Wondering if I will succeed in life.
Motivation and abition, they are funny;
If only they--alone--could earn you money.
You’ve always had the preconceived idea that I am supposed to be the happy one. Even when all else is tumbling down, I’m expected to be the one who is the shelter in all of the insanity.
My skin,
my bones
are crumbling.
My remains
are
becoming dust.
And from my
decomposing
self,
I hope that
your flowers
will grow,
People
Eric David Harris
Dylan Bennet Kledold
Seung-Hui Cho
Jared Lee Loughner
Adam Peter Lanza
Fatalities
15
32
6
28
Where
Never any use trying to sleep.Too much went wrong, too many lost.Anxiety over how you could have saved her,or him, or yourself.But you didn't.
Their backs are watching, creeping behind you to find that you've got a knife stuck in the back. they laugh at you thinking I was the one who struck, the darkness conceals them like the black plague concealed the British.
Self-conscious of her confidence
Prideful with insecurities
Endlessly hating herself for not accepting imperfection
Alone, broken, ashamed
This is how you left me
Absolute, strong, proud
This is how I remade me
For I will not be cast aside
And I will not be thrown away
I am not to be walked on
Sometimes thoughts fall in my mind and knock me off my feet and I'm afraid that one day I will not be able to lay bricks around my legs and build myself back up again.
What makes my brain tick?
Could it be the pricking thorns that my finger may prick?
Does danger bring out my thoughts more
Than a loved one stepping out the door?
What would it be like being "shipped?"
Does it mean being with someone on this big ship
That will never be ripped?
When I speak does it sound, can you hear me?Is there a purpose to speaking?Are you listening,recieving my message in undderstanding.Evaluation,detonation of the truth and meaning.Empathize dont symphathize the undertonement of peoples lives.Look
At the young era of being teens,There is the future we must know.What we want to do years from now,And for the rest of our lives.
Speak My Mind?
Oh Oh ..
You mean express my brain
no no ,
Speak my pain
Im sure there's
someone ..
maybe,
surely
that understands the strain
I thought July would be our month.
My mother and brother gone, and my dad off to work on his 6-3pm shift.
We could have pretended to be a real couple for once. No drama with my family, and we could have hung out everyday.
Feel the breeze sweep listfully forward
As you creep slowly toward,
That goal you see in you mind
Don't stress about the small things
Just focus and grow your wings,
Don't let anyone tell you "no"
You are always there...
When the sun starts its rise
The stars and paint merge their glows
The night's soft demise
As the surrealism flows
No matter how unreal
Whatever reality may be
My parents have always provided me with the things I need
In order for me to succeed
Through sickess and pain they have worked hard
And this sometimes pains my heart
Knowing that I can't help in any way
I hate cancer
My mom throwing up everywhere, everynight
Two years of this and still I'm tight
Feeling of sadness
Thinking is she going to make it through the night.
I miss the green.
I miss the sweet sound of fresh fruits
Falling straight from its' trees.
I miss the roaring laughter of my family
As we reminisce on childhood memories.
My future depends on
How alluring I am
As a combination
Of a few words and numbers
No(one) person
K(now)s her
Runn(flee)ing free
Can('t) see
Open(close)ness ahead
Every(no)where she treads
Into bright(dark)ness lead
Break(lock)ing chains
No(some) more lies feigned
What's stopping us?
Why can't we reach out to a neighbor and lend a healing hand?
Mend a broken heart and be better friends?
Bring a little sunshine where there has been heavy rain?
And learn to love again?
Selfishness Bred Neglect.
As I traded his will for my own.
Inflated the world,
so a perpetual deflation of his Magnitude could flood my heart.
Yet never once did He stop loving me.
Where do I start? My heart has been broken, my feelings shattered. I cry myself to sleep, do I even matter? I'm not the same,took away my happiness.
everything is perspective.
positives,
negatives,
so what is 'truth'?
is 'truth' a compromise
on all of the perspectives?
or is it the outcome
that would best serve oneself?
On a bright Saturday morning
My world darkened
I shattered into a million pieces
Being whole again seems impossible
That phone call
Took my legs from under me
I collapsed on the cold tile floor
All my life I just drifted.First from the Philippines to New Jersey,Then from New Jersey to Florida.
It wasn't until high school.I finally found my drive.
Life is for living and loving
Hope is like a daily breath
Optimism is like sunshine
Shining on the inside
Motivation moves me
Life is fo living and loving
time on the clock
i breathe in
*tic toc*
and it occurs to me
*tic toc*
i've been waiting for this moment
Soft steps echo in the hushed hall.
Dark figures sit and stare while
Warm rays of light fall on him.
Standing in center stage in front of a piano
He bows, and then prepares for what is to come.
Our world looks mangled and torn.
Like papers shredded and put in the garbage.
Like a car smashed into a sequoia.
Like a house left in ashes after being lit in bright red flames.
Our world is ugly, and cold.
Those looks you give,
That verbal abuse I’ve dealt with ever since I was 5,
All your hatred, I’m going to use that.
I’m going to use it to make me stronger.
To never be the person that you are,
A weary world watches shadows overtake the day, eclipsing the sun and our hearts. Will light break through the darkness and illuminate the day within?
That which makes me tick is hard to define
Is the antidepressants stabilizing my mind?
Is it the fear of failure or being left behind?
Is the incessant tick tock ticking of time?
Weaving through the clouds up high in the sky,
Not much around us but the ground below.
Far off in the distance the clouds do cry,
Our heart is tainted and our values are infected. We are fools to believe what we see with our eyes.
It doesnt reflect how an indiviual's heart lyes.
White pearls have fallen
Red lipstick on wine glasses
Beauty is crying.
The world is spinning, out of control
Complete with arrogance and hate
Perfection is out of reach
What were you thinking? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?When you were leaving, WHEN YOU WERE LEAVINGDid it make you feel big, you coward!
I am fragile.
To look at me you would see a young woman standing at 5 ft. 3 inches and think
“Of course she is fragile.”
But no…
My stature does not determine my strength.
As the sky cries out its melancholic anxiety,
The sun tries to mitigate its condition.
But with the environmental degradation present in society,
Humans are the cause of such abolition.
Living in hell is living with you my love. I am living in hell thanks to you. Loving you, and patiently waiting for the right time to see you, and finally seeing how that moment vanish from my... our hands and my... our wait.
An old man watches,
A baby cries,
But neither one,
Will meet my eyes.
An enemy laughs,
And old friends greet,
But I just carry on,
Staring down at my feet.
America: a nation of freedom,
yet women feel chained
to a constant fear of men, stained
with feelings of desire and lust
who's actions are anything but just.
I have to tell you about the language of
My generation: prodigies of telecommunication
Silently screaming,
Silently dreaming in terror and fear.
No one trusted,
Feeling dead inside and alone.
Standing up for oneself,
Knowing no one cares anymore.
I met this guy when I was around 15,
he was way older than me, old school..
But it was cool, cause he was soulful,
Soul to soul,
Me and him,
We just clicked,
I got a rebellious heart right now,
I don't even know where to start and tell you what I feel every time I wake up,
I remember our trips to the lake.
You taught me how to steer the boat
But I fell out and wore your dry shirt as a dress
While the sun burned your back.
I remember all those rainy days.
I an but a child, they say.
I should not fear the monsters under my bed,
or the demons
in my closet.
My mind cannot grasp reality,
or the complexity of evil.
I should not knot the 'whys'
The thump of my foot against the asphalt
Every other beat
Pushes me faster and faster,
Making my heart threaten to ditch my chest
To dance, or not to dance…that is the question
Whether it is better to hide
And keep our talents hidden
I'm lost.
Time passes in a blur
Things unheard, unspoken words
How do I feel?
Broken, with no reason
My feelings change like every season.
All I do know is this
It starts with a look. A turn of the head and an acknowledgment of there existence. What starts so simple leads to something beautiful. Something majestic and pure. Love.
The roar of the world beyond the water
Thats what you sound like
Whispers and murmurs floating on waves
Thats what you sound like
Breathing in water weighing down lungs
Thats what you feel like
From the moment I walked in those doors all you people have seen are the price tags on my clothes.
You don't see the person wearing them.
Let me start with a bit of history,
Some facts about myself,
I enjoy blissful tranquility,
So my patience seems to have no end.
But no matter how deep my patience may be,
I am still a human being.
Upendo; I miss you
Your not just simple attraction, you know
That feeling you feel when someone your feeling is feeling you
Up
Sounds chiming in my head, what
Is that? I think
I roll off the top bunk.
THUMP! Squeak!
I'm tired of being judged
JUDGED is the feeling of someone who is criticicized by those other than themselves
I am judged by my family
I am judged by the world
Not lengthy, they’re nowhere near long,
Yet meaningful, small and meaningful.
In a way these are the short stories of our lives,
The short stories that shape our lives.
To say it receives a nod,
In Two Parts
I. If I’m not worth the minor struggle, one call into the darkness,
Then why is she worth my effort.
It’s in the moment when she needs
Outlets, but I am too fed up +
When the skyline comes into view,
I feel it.
When I crane my neck and squint
my eyes to see the very top of the Sears turned Willis Tower,
I feel it.
That sense
of longing and
that sense
What brought her here - a disguised affliction,
The man who betrayed her was her love addicton.
What other options had she now?
She'd get an abortion, she said aloud.
As I sit in the living room, I watch the destruction of the news confined me to another war.
Everyday i have no time for myself.
I'm running in my head needing a break
From my jobs, family, and school.
Never slowing down to look around me
Smelling the roses at bloom
Someone once told me: " Leave abstract words to the politicians and religious figures to fatigue."
What I have gotten from that:
Abstract words are a waste of time.
Looking in the mirror and think of shame.
Shame, Same, Shame.
The name fits.
What is wrong with you shame!
Reflecting back, I suppose I recon you.
By the way your eyes are penetrating through mine.
I love your every being
Every molecule, every cell
that makes up the body holding me.
You know every mark on my body
The one and only spot that tickles
The little joys in my life that keep me alive.
yeah, yeah
Life once felt simple and complete
but now grown up nothing feels the same
I always feel frustrated and angry
life was never ment to be this way
The odds of surviving might be rear
But when instinct kicks in you would know it is near
God in his tending power and care
Would never leave you to snare
The clouds might be dark right here
My mind is curious yet all knowing,
it jumps over obstacles like skyscrapers,
falls but all ways lands on it's feet,
puzzling but never out of place.
Science alone cannot grasp the mind,
I feel it moving inside of me
My mistake, my blessing, my baby
I wonder if it knows how I feel
If it can feel all of my fear
I should have known better they say
It was all my fault they say
Football is magnific,
enjoyed by many, first sport I cheered too!
Humbles in defeat, trumpets in glory,
for every loser a winner, first sport I ever won!
Football is fun that weighs a ton,
We build up speed, we build up speed
What we want, we say we need
This is our nation's newest creed
That when we reach the highest billing
We simply raise the debt cieling
We know no need, we know no need
People say that they can rhyme anytime,
Although I struggle to believe that to be true.
Rhyming is a lot harder, you see
Although I am sure that you do.
I have my mother's laugh
My great-grandfather's guilt
My father's unpleasant temper
Indian hair, not quite silk
I have George's wisdom
My granny's contagious smile
My uncle's sense of humor
If you were to unravel the mazes in my mind,
The sky would welcome the horizon.
The artist in me paints the world in shades of red.
Chilling, daunting, crimson red.
You would find my infinite wonderland.
Every morning, every afternoon, every night
we are blind.
We are blind to a world that judges and ridicules us.
Every step, every breath, every word, every action
we are weaker.
Friends, there for you through good times and bad
Sometimes they are the family you ever had.
Friends come and go like the wind,
Some help you in the midst of your sin.
The media seems to believe
To be a model one must achieve
Starvation and dissection
To obtain perfection?
The idea is highly naive.
Don't forget about what I did for you
all the crap I put up with to make you happy
all the tears I cried when you hurt me
all the memories we created for all the world to see
Who's to blame?
When you don't speak up?
Insecurity comes from within
But no one on the outside can conquer it
But You.
Yet you refuse to love yourself
You expect others to love and repect you.
Forget me,Hate me,Steal my soulThrow it awayBecause today,Nothing feels rightAnd I can no longer delight myselfWith the thoughts of the world.I hear nothing,See nothing
Is only a machine
Operated by the big three
The mind soul and spirit
And the workers in between.
A beautiful landscape
To invesitigate and understand
Illustrate and decorate
You are a crushing wave,
You are a hurricane,
Of mercy and love.
You are the call we've made,
I walked in the room nervous and dazed
To find him staring at me awed and amazed
Eyes black as night, skin white as snow
Who was this boy? I had to know.
His innocent eyes tell stories
it's not a queston of what makes you think
it's what you choose to think about
thoughts get pushed from the mind
abandoned lost neglected
wishing they were the thoughts that stuck
i live among youi feel emotions just like youi have a family just like every one elsei would feed you if you were hungryi would see you as a friend if given the chance
The best week of our lives,
Partying all day everyday
Living life our way
The best week of our lives,
A vacation we all desrved
Our time in high school had been served
How do you show people who you are as a person? Sounds stupid, right? Wrong. You may know who you are but when someone asks "who are you?"; all we say is our name. That's not tellng them who you are as a person.
I guess I could have went to that abortion clinic
I could have went through with it
I could have killed a living life
Instead, I am suffering sleepless nights
SLAP!
I didn't mean to upset you I'm sorry
I don't know why I always have to ask so many questions.
SHOVE!
Down the stairs I'm falling
Enter head on, in your binding.
So called companionship, misinterprets
For; contract.
For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
For some reason (and I don’t really know why),you tell me you want to be taxidermy.Like I said, I don’t really know, butmaybe it’s for immortality?You say you want to live forever with me,
I walked with my head down
Noticing every crack in the ground
In order to keep from falling.
I walked like that for years
Until the day I looked to hard at the ground
And ran right into you.
“You got accepted into the school you’ve always wanted to go?”
They say.
“Alright! That’s great! You must be overjoyed!”,
They say.
There’s joy, of course
But with it comes fear and worry,
They say, "Love is blind."So why are we so blind to fact that love is love?We see a man and a woman get married,and it must be love.Together they can make life,
Murderous claws
dominate the leaking night,
so you can cringe
at their possession,
but your resistance is restless,
as you fight
for a forlorn cause,
showing the true colors
that bear
There is nothing wrong with asking a question
But before you begin, allow me to answer some of the more common ones
My scarf does not show regression
And yes, I know I look like a nun
I have plenty of hair
This wasn't for me,
I did this for you.
Each cut and each bruise,
And every beating in between.
No food,
Just water,
Day by day.
and there goes the weight.
How does one know limits?
One does not
How does one know one's self?
One always knows
How does one know another?
Knowledge of experience
How does society know one?
It knows not
When the people who gave you life are also what makes you consider taking it,
There is a problem.
Every single night I brush my teeth in an attempt to wash away the sound of you
Slamming the door as you leave.
Dear mom and dad
You won’t ever actually hear this because I’m too scared of what you might say
Dear mom and dad
Yes. I care what you think of me
Dear mom and dad
To have faith is to defy logic.
It takes faith to think positive.
It takes faith to believe that there's a Creator
Some would say that their life is better than ours;
some would say our life values more than their own.
What is your definition of life?
Four walls surrounding me everywhere I lookI can here the echo of my voiceThere is no one else here with meI am aloneThey are all out living this thing called life, trying new things
Close your eyes.
Bom bom. Bom bom. Bom bom.
Can you hear it?
That’s the sound of my heart beating.
Is beauty a face or a rainbow? Is it a painting or a picture? Is it something we can perceive with our eyes? Or is it something entirely different? It cannot be defined as a color, shape, race, taste, or scent.
With every "that's not ladylike" my voice drops a little lower until I become a mosquito tone.
With every "you hit like a girl" my fists collapse at my sides as open palms, begging approval.
Life is a mystery yet unsolved
through life it is we've all evolved
Some are born with silver spoons,
while others don't even have rooms.
A hobo lies on carboard ground
I wander through an art exhibit, and I admire all the extraordinary work. Majestic landscapes, history written in people’s faces… And then I am halted, floored, at a painting of a cabbage harvest.
There was an artist.
His last few breathes I witnessed
But how could I have known.
His language unknown to me
But a love we both held strong.
That was the day the cancer won
and his tail would wag no more.
Walking down this road I called home
Thinking of all my dreams that seem so far to reach
My mind and heart whispers courage but reality seems to crush my dreams
Sadness
The breaking of family
The loss of pets
Moving away from all I've known
Tick, tick, tick
This is me
Creativity
A thousand lines
Written in pencil, in pen
When they ask how? and why?
I can simply open my mind, show them the way I see the world
The way I view and what I love
How the shadows reflect and things creep
My love of the world and people
For now time is a cage
Longer lives
Longer days
Does it really matter your age?
Some belive in finding wives
Others belive in a job that pays
(Chiraq beat)
I’m no rapper but this –ish ain’t draconian.
Didn’t take much to pull me in.
God flow, time stop, anachronic rap bars.
Ahead of the years He gave me, ahead of the game I carry,
Memories of failed fantasies,
fill his mind,
pushing him to the edge,
where the darkness,
just isn’t enough anymore.
Heed my words, one and all!
I dreamed a dream of an ocean.
Violent ocean-jolts enveloped all in their path.
Water winds blew rigorously,
Thrashing locks of hair into my face, blinding me.
I've been measuring the world in awkward pauses and
how many hands it takes to wrap about
my waist. I've been too busy wondering whether to
suck in to speak out and the words are tangling
up here in my head and
The lies in his eyes
The deception that he buys
For such a quick high
Only to hear himself cry
The strides that he takes
The effort that he makes
The love that he craves
The intercom buzzes, and my principal’s voice begins to speak, reminding we young ladies of the dress code, berating us for wearing shorts that are too short or tank tops with straps that don’t meet the required three inches, because,
When I hold it in my hand,
I feel much power
I feel like I haven't been crying for the past half hour
When I lay the cool metal upon my wrist
The haunted statue,
Waits,
Alone and pondering,
Chipped and oxidized to the point,
Of unrecognizable.
Struggling to stay timeless,
Beautiful,
Waiting.
When will my hero come?
We of all people, the humans of this century
who have made many outstanding advances
should clearly see this enemy
hiding in our men's stances
Somehow we look over it
The golden tides crash against the shores
the shores filled with excitement
excitement because everyone knows what time it is
can you smell that scent?
The days are long the nights short
Any outcry gets stifled
Their innocence gets rifled
We sit back and watch on our flat screen
At things meant not to be seen
They fight their religious wars
While we keep our pets in doors
It is my 23rd year of life
I look around me and I see
A fragile mask on me
It's cracked and worn around the edges
Nobody can tell what's wrong
Because I smooth out the damages
The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
we say ignorance is bliss
hatred, intolerance, and greed are the trifecta of our society
do you see it?
news anchors deliver breaking news: a pop star got married yesterday
I wake up every morning
Go downstairs
Have a cup of tea or hot chocolate
Coffee if I really need it
Have a small breakfast
Usually a bagel or a Hot Pocket
Take my pills
I love you
You're everything I needed my daddy to be
I trust you, you emotionally hurt me
Most of my thoughts derive from questions.
I don't know if that's how everyone thinks,
but it's the only way that I know how.
I see my world through my eyes,
We're all given life but everyone dies.
You might be blue and i could be pink,
But that diference should'nt influence how we think.
We could hear something and swear its the truth.
So Dream Away
By Elizabeth Dresdow
What is a Mind?
What makes up a mind?
Does it have infinite possibilities?
Wasted freedom
adjourned by the
linguistically-challenged
society.
A wreckage in my brain
driving me to the point
of insanity,
manicuring each
segment to be
It is not a particularly taxing question
Nor is it a question I can easily formulate a response
The obvious answer to this question is that I find it chic,
But there is more to it than that
Ticking ticking ticking ticking
in my head.
No escape.
My mind races
faster faster faster faster
trying to evade
the Hate
that's built up inside of me.
Running running running running
My Body is an ocean
It is graceful and it is powerfulIt is strong
My poems remind me of my life,
A mirror of my mental strife.
It's like I straddle every line.
I try to make all angles fit.
Blank verse, free verse, meter and rhyme.
Matthew 7:12. Do unto others whatsoever you would like them to do to you. Why is this concept so HARD to comprehend?
Life seems to revolve around the definitions of what some people have...
What's the definiton of weak?
Is it crying because your favorite television show has been cancelled?
White walls.
While I sit on my bed and look around the room,
Wishing I could clean up all my mistakes with a broom,
Wiping my tears knowing I’m going behind bars,
What was my reason for stealing these cars?
I am so afraid to talk to you.
The opportunity is something I pray for,
But your affection for me is frightening;
It cements my feet to the floor
And turns my head away from your eyes.
The breeze that strokes the vibrant leaves,
The wind that struggles, blows, and heaves.
The light of the sun shining bright,
The glow of the moon throughout the night.
The slip of sand beneath small feet,
My soul is in agony, because you’re loving he whom is not meI cringe by the thought of your memory; my emotions keep running through my bowels and my thoughts become rancidI love you but I hate you,
I'm chasing after you again, when am I not?
We run the same speeds but are always so far apart!
And I am thinking about how I have to be afraid to be a woman
(when I am as powerful as any man).
What makes my brain tick?
It happens when my thoughts just click.
Through my eyes, I can see
A great big world in front of me.
My mind helps me make the right choice
To help me find my own voice.
I have realized my past in a nutshell was a storybook of heartbreak, disappointment, sinfulness and
When I was 14, I was told that my name sound "too black."It didn't match my personality.I acted "too white," "not ghetto enough,"As if me being black didn't quite fit into their scripted reality.
When you realize that nothing you do
matters to you,
take a step back
and do something that does.
When you see someone struggling,
respect them for their effort
and thank the earth
It was tempting, he told you he loved youBut only if his lies, you were able to see through
Endlessly streaming tearsflow from her angelic soul.She reminisces about the pastand how death took its toll. Patiently awaiting strengthfrom God’s almighty hand.She misses her baby boythat died from Holy command. His soul, God took itand, his sou
Five things you just won't believe
This man did something so shocking so he could achieve
This terryfing picture of a cat will make you have questions
Wait, first, may I make a suggestion?
{In this galaxy,
you may not recognize yourself,
be careful where you whisper,
and who you ask for help.
If the moonflash makes you ignite,
while raindrop kisses fall,
Life is a gift
a gift which is right
only by divine right
so throught out your life
hopefully you are taught right
because life can be so bright
but it can also be blight
What does our future really have in store for us?
Is life still going to be this endless circle of trials
Or
I walked with her to the beach
Her beauty can be compared to the reflection of the sun off the moon;
Accommodation.
This word and its overall concept belongs to the family of positively connoted words.
Most people like accommodations.
It was dark and crowded.
It smelled like cigarrettes and desperation.
If one more man looks at me like I am an entree, I think i will explode.
I tell them I have a boyfriend.
I tell them I am a lesbian.
Howard Hugh heals his heart.
Engaging in music is the start.
Listening to music
Is like candy,
What makes me tick
When I look into her eyes I understand what must be done.
When I look into her eyes I see the truth.
When I rock her to sleep I know what I must do.
Their words could crush the world to dust, but they crush me instead.
For each word is an acute blade that cuts my skin.
Constantly stabbing me as saliva from their filthy mouths sting my open wounds.
For years my thoughts were silent
Trapped in the matrix of my mind
The only resolve, a pen on paper
Hoping to leave my past behind.
Having no idea how to share myself
With the people surrounding me
It makes my mind go tick tick tick
thinking of the things that will make it swift
the only thing to get me out
my futures what its all about
I was once told that if you love someone that you must set it free,
Especially if you are being affected because self assertiveness is the key,
It is only important that you love yourself enough to let go,
You threw me away like a grain of sand,
Carried astray by the winds at hand.
All for what?
Your own self-righteous gain;
Hopes that you've preserved your precious treasures of today?
I've realixed that when it comes to life, everything and everyone in it has an imperfection. A slight misunderstanding that the universe as a whole compels to call a fatal flaw that keeps life at its best, from perfection.
I ain't doin this to gain fame.
Malc got me thinking about changing my last name.
This shit to the man must be a game.
Can't even say white man now
cause the presidents gotta black face.
I'm not Harvard materialI'm not a straight A studentI'm not a person with a name up on a wallI'm just a kid who has been trying to figure out what it all meant
For nineteen years I have endured life on this Earth,
Day in and day out I try to find my worth,
Now it's time to take some responsibility,
Growing up,
Going to the next stage.
Going here, going there,
Where am I really going?
The path ahead lies in darkness
I can't solve the puzzle.
Can we know everything?
I want to know,
They tell me to be different
To stand up for what’s right
But they never deem to visit
While I cry through the night
Going into college;
was a new begining.
I was scared yet nervous
Anything was possible.
Nothing turned out,
the way I pictured it.
Everything was
different.
What makes me cryYet makes me want to try
What makes me need sleepYet with joy makes me leap
What makes me bleedYet makes me feel freed
Great is God's faithfulness.
No more does worry knock on the door
because God knows all that is in store.
He will be there through every storm;
his Word will stay to keep you warm.
I wake up in the morning.
It's six o'clock and I'm yourning.
I get up out my sheets
trying to scavenge something to eat
then I gotta brush my teeth.
since i ain't in a rush
I wait for the bus
From Europe to the US without knowing the English language
I’ve fought my way through by studying hard
and showing those heartless people who thought I’d never amount to anything sharp,
When you find that your at the end of your life
What legacy will you have left behind,
Would you have left behind lives filled with joy or hearts weighed down with strife.
What will it be worth,
I'm abandoned,
Not a stuffed teddy bear left in a foreclosed house trapped in the back of a dusty closet
It seems that many have forgotten what social anxiety truly is...
So let me explain how it is taking over my life.
I'm spending my summer working at my mom's office,
she tells me everyday to talk to people.
I think of it
Often
That urgency
No longer dormant under my skin
Pushing me to action
Like a solstice
Holding its breath
Begging me along for the ride
The fids are screaming for breakfast
I can do that
There’s homework still to do
I can do that
Need to finish next months’ budget
I can do that
Wait, still need to clean the loo
I can do that
God. People. Pain. Disbelief. Hell. Decisions. Sin. Why hell? Death. Love. Judgement. Satan versus God. Souls. Powers. Glory. Win or loos? Pain. Pure souls. Why can't God have every soul? Or does he? Pain. Hell. Power. Death. Sin. Shame. Sex.
I get it
No really, I get it, I swear
It’s fun to let go and drink away all your cares
I can’t say I haven’t -
I’ve been there, done that
Poured, slammed, chased, and laughed
Be powerful, be brave, be courageous! May your voice reach all of the nations! Help the world become a better place, be the change that you want to see in the world. Let the seas shine within your eyes and live deeply within the divine!
It’s quite ignorant of you to think we’re all ignorant on purpose.
Yes, we do know there are many different variations of things in the world,
A room teeming with ideas,
Where objects litter the floor,
Along my miraculous haven.
Where find is to lose,
And lose is to find,
That is the way of the things in My Room.
Life is something i find myself thinking,
yet i don't have much of an inkling,
of what i might really be thinking.
My thoughts sway and shift,
dwell and jump,
yet never stop.
Life is a universe,
Standing on our two feet
Living without regret or defeat.
We are what Rory the roman
will wait a thousand years for a woman.
We are those who will rise to greatness,
I'm tired but I can't sleep
I'm hungry but I can't eat
I'm awake but I can't think
I'm sad but I can't cry
I'm weak but I can't give in
I'm scared but I can't run
I'm free but I can't fly
Am I alive?
I seem to be
but is this really me?
Am I real?
The others see me,
but i may just be a reflection,
an illusion,
of what might really be.
Maybe this is a dream
What makes me tick?
What forces my mind to click?
Being treated as a second.
Never first, never respected.
I don't see color but hearts.
Abused freedom.
What has this country become ?
Looking around.
Abandon & filth is all that I found.
What Happened ?
From colorful, joyful, musical, Hopeful,
What the hell is wrong with you?Don’t you know I’m beaten and blue?Leave me alone.I’ve done nothing to you.
to start a letter
no one knows,
this generation
has yet learned
to grow
in love,
or simplicity,
to be
of what used
to be,
Can you picture yourself as a child with dreams long ago
As children we were able to see treehouses as castles and the floor as hot lava stones
Now all grown up what have we really come to understand
I have awoken
From the slumber that has
Trapped the billions.
Enlightened - by chance -
Seeing what they do not,
Feeling what they ought to,
Waking up old and gray,
Looking to the othe side of my bed wih no one there.
No one to kiss good morning,
No one to kiss good nght.
No one to tell me they love me,
No one for me to say it back to.
Warmth all to your toes
Like a cozy cup of tea
A blanket of sleeves
(poetry slam tag) speak your mind slam
The Other Me
Happiness
(adjective)
Feeling pleasure or joy
It’s the perky energetic kid that has
Greyscale.
Life in technicolor is too
Overwhelming.
Vivid descriptions
Of encryptions
Designed to make the host oblivious
To the afflictions
We see you, the ones who think your unseen,
yes you,not just the outside you,but the inside you
the one that tries to hide,
you think we don't understand or know how you feel,
As a child,
it is the outside world,
the unknown,
that pushed me forward.
Time seemed infinite,
flowing endlessly in my own bubble.
Never a worry nor care,
Everyday we try and find a new reason to stay.
Passing train signs that promise us a way out of our own minds
Trying to skip boulders as if small stones,
We take refuge in our sleep,
We let our eyes close.
Everyone has dreams to make it for their familes get of the hood to live good well some people was born into this world with a sliver spoon in their mouth
God's breath of fresh air
envelopes All with his warm hands
The frosty steel shackles
Shatter
The gentle swaying
and rustling
and chirping
are the only children of the star now
Brothers and sisters, cousins and friends,
Are the only ones who will truly stay till the end
Say what you want, and say what you will,
We both know that they are the ones there still
Behind these white walls are secrets.
Drifting souls wonder alone oblivious to each other.
Days so bleak they blend unclearly with one another.
When we ask where are all the jobs all we get are government lies
The jobs are there, you didn't go to college now are you suprised?
when we ask why does a man get paid more than I do
All I get is work harder and faster
I’m, okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.
Say it enough times
and you might start to believe it.
You don’t understand, you don’t understand, you don’t understand.
Say it too many times
Would it be beautiful,
the vibrations on my skin?
Without my face, my lips, my colored eyes,
or soft-hearted vulnerability?
I've crossed you off my list,
and I've sang your face away,
The air isn’t heavy with words
You can talk of the clouds in the sky
But what are you really saying
You are wasting my time
The right kind of company
The dazzling city streets
Broken and bleeding
Left on the floor
My Daddy doesn't care about me anymore.
He screams and he yells
And he calls me bad names,
The first time it happened
I thought we were just playing a game.
Anger doesn’t live across the sea,
Nor among the rare breeds of humanity
Because Anger creeps beneath the trees,
Speak out what's on your mind
Tell the world just how you feel
Don't hold it in ... let it out
Let it go ... it's not big deal.
How you feel is part of you
Don't just hold your feelings in
If you ask me what makes me tick
then I'd have to tell you I don't tick, I tock
And if you aserted I was to pick
I'd simpy laugh and decide not
If you asked me to fall in line
I must learn to be content,
With being happier then I deserve.
I've been slowly moving through this labyrinth,
The twisting and turning is getting on my nerves.
And I've been waiting,
Dear Anonymous Person,
Read this right now,
Your worth isn't determined
by your grades, your weight,
your beauty is infinite,
immeasurable like the famous lemniscate.
So forget all the hate.
If my Head is up there
a part of the clouds,
then let the words that come out my Mouth,
be the first droplets of a Storm.
Storms can flood towns,
clearing away rust and rubble
I'm sick and tired of being inspired but not being able to share
The world's a blank page for we the few thinkers to write upon
So maybe if I'm right than this world needs teachers
I Am Me by Jesus R.
-Who are you?
I am me.
-What about them?
I dont care who they are, what they do.
Some of the most moving moments in life
Are when we are are sitting on our couches
Snug in our beds
What happened to being young, wild, and free?
Whoever said growing up was easy.
What happend to the life without
worries and responsibilities?
Oh, to go back to those endless days of youth.
The thing that gets me confused is when i see us being used
Not from our counterparts but from the things we do
Never good but bad it seems we strive for nothing far
But rather just for the most veiws on WorldStar
A drop in the ocean
A stitch in a quilt
A sprout in a field
We are small
We are simple
We are important
We make up a mass
Size is insignificant
One word, one minute, one second
Of courage.
All we want is one word.
One word in a world so worried with what they'll think
One word.
One word for those who hurt us.
there's been enough poems written about beauty
that by now you'd think we'd get it
by now you'd think that somewhere between the eloquent words
and passive-agressive statements
something would have changed
For four years you have lied to me and told me I was important
you had me thinking i was your main priority
instead, i wasn't even number three
baseball came first, as always
and then it was your video games
Trust
Trust will end your life.
I don’t believe
It’s a confidence and
It’s between one another.
You're going to leave a mark on this earth,
Weather it's on your tombstone
Or your way of living!
So often that time is hard,
And leaves no place to stay
What rest does it give
For those whose lives take crooked roads?
What respites does it give
To those whose hearts it has broken?
Today we talked.
Not about what had happened.
We talked about random things.
We laughed.
I smiled.
I never thought i would be able to laugh and smile around you again.
But i did.
I'm living in obscurity,
I live with insecurities,
My flaws have clouded my vision
Now I'm blinded by imperfection.
I'm on the outside looking in
Cause I don't meet society's qualifications,
My heart, my mind and my soul
It's hurting me to even let this show.
Giving up was never an option for me
but obstacles in my way wouldn't allow me to see.
My last dream was a dream about you.
When I close my eyes all I can see feel and hear is you
In this dream noeven the sun pating day could braketelog conversation or bodies share
We were two souls embedded into one
The wind refreshes my feeble body,
My wrist and ankles restrain my movement,
For my spirit I have no custody,
To my dreadful state no acknowledgment,
My fellow warrior perseverance
The time has come!
My mind races as I wait to see that curtain rise. The one thing that makes me free to be whoever I wish and no one can judge me.
The old and the brokenAre out-spoken though never heardNo one sees they're out-goin'When they're un-brokenAre they old and broken?Or are they young and miss-spoken?
You were so beautifulthe world just couldn’t stand itthey had to destroy youbecause anything that beautiful must be brokenand they did exactly thatyou thought it was your fault
My footsteps are a snare drum, beating with every step I take.
Violins hum when I open my eyes.
And when I look at you, a blare of tumpets make me joyfully deaf
So all I can see is you
In all your simple beauty.
There’s a girl out there.
There’s more to this girl then just a pretty face.
An image beautiful on the outside, but one that feels worn on the inside from the stares of inquisitive spectators…processed output…fake smiles…
A lot of people wonder
They want to know what makes me tick.
I take them by the hand and gently I tell them
Just follow me as I lead you into the world of Vic.
We are the youth and we should know
we want things to be more than now.
A knowledge sleeps in the cracks of our knuckles
and the straightness of our backs
not just
that things must change,
When i was young, they all thought i was going to succeed
Always compared, whenever my sisters were there
All of the pressure that caused me to bleed
Once i failed, i knew it was too good to be true
Who are you?
No but seriously, who?
You think you know me but you really don't.
You should get off your high horse but i know you won't.
I can't take a step without your watchful eye;
Looking down in distress
Can't find a way out
Darkness too repressed
I only want to shout
Light in the valley
A mind is a beautiful thing to waste
With this reality I'm often faced
Seconds tick by at an alarming rate
Reminding me of my mind's fate
TV, noise, dead end job
All seem to make my head throb
A race against time
The pressure building upon me
As I complete the assignment moments before
Procastination is my charm
Working its magic as the gears turn in my head like a race car's engine
What's that thing walking down the hall
looking like a plastic Barbie doll
everything about her is completely fake
That's looking on the outside in
that's looking on the outside in
of the Gossip Queen
One brown paper bag.
It all started with one brown paper bag
Against the charcoal of Mother Africa
And the sandpaper of Nefertiti,
And the rift grew into a canyon.
The cocoa-drenched emperors
So I, like so many others, have been asked to spew forth the thoughts and workings of our brains,
to pick apart how we tick, how we function, how we create, and explain:
I am not invisible.
I am not inhuman.
I am not nonexistant, or abnormal, or damaged, or broken,
or whatever you might want to call me.
Because I,
I am a human being,
Why was I there, why was I afraid. Smoke and fog filled my mind. It felt like an old factory operarting in my head. I could almost hear the rusty gears shift in my head. Sweat raced down my fingertips like oil dripping from a giant robot.
When the sun goes down, and the moon rises high,
When the fire flies glow under a deep starry night,
Life surges through my soul,
Here I am playing another role to keep people from getting hurt,
The smoke curls in the air. It flows up and up and up. It shakes hands with the stars, and tickles the moon. Up and up and up it goes. It is weightless and is always floating.
We love to hate but hate to love
everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up
we pour ourselves into our jeans
trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
Shy. Insecure, Embarrased
Unconfident
She glares at the two piece shimmery white bikini,
hanging up on the wall
It called out to her
It was beautiful.
A jolt of electricity runs through my body, the feeling of a petite seizure.
The thought of doing whatever I please engulfs me,
Aggressive, Unpredictable, Violent...
attacking people on the streets, hurting newborns in their sleep,
almost as if I'm a creep!
I never meant to hurt you, but that's what society expects me to do,
We all strive to be such a thing,Beautiful.
But we look in the mirror,
We study our image,
It becomes more flawed,
We are eaten alive by our desire, beauty.
The night creeps on my blackened heart with a viscious roar
The violet clouds of confession
bringing a familiar piercing pain
As the rain begins to fill my soul with sorrow and tears,
the flash of hope fades
The storm
rages on
outside my window,
and I can't seem to find the calm.
Can you save me?
These walls are not enough.
The rain is seeping in,
and I'm looking for an end.
It is dangerous to underestimate the value of this life.
It is dangerous to belittle the opportunities to overcome strife.
Life is fragile.
When it is lost, it is hard to know how to respond.
I live in the world
of Photoshop, Weightwatchers, and Covergirl.
I live in the country
of painted faces, trendy clothes, and manicured lawns.
I live in the school
of shaved legs, dyed hair, and braces.
Let’s do some math.
If I choose to dorm at XY Hall, the price will be 18k for both semesters combined.
But that's way too expensive.
I feel too deeply,
I feel too much.
Empathy, Sympathy, Affinity...
Whatever this curse is called.
I put forth so much effort into loving you,
Into loving every form of precious life that surrounds me,
Abused Never More
Never look into your eyes,
don't talk to anyone,
stay at home at all times,
it was in my viens and in my bones
deep in the marrow of soul,
you sat and wept
about all the things that you kept
so bottle up and inside,
but as you sat in my heart and bones
Eyes gaze Deeper, Breath gets heavier
Lustful thoughts have arisen, Uncontrollable urges appear.
The insecurites felt by woman all around easily outweigh the blank smiles on their faces. Walking the streets, car keys in hand, finger almosts pressing the panic button just in case. Scared. Worried. Panic. Called Paranoid.
I had a man who sang me songs,each strum on his guitar echoedin my mind each night before Islept in coral reefs, how hebelieved my hair was a silvermoon melting within water.
Seven Billion people.
With over 200,000 births every day.
How are we supposed to know who we will be?
The ocean mirrors midnight sky,
barely brushing our toes.
I whisper words
I want to write beneath your skin,
my violent delight.
I lay by you on the moistened sand,
Well I live down on the beach,next to the green Florida Sea.I like to dig my toes in the sand,sipping some sweet ice tea.
My red lips can rock your world,I’ll have you down on your knees.
Starssmall punctured holes,silk floating in velvettwinkling.
We humans watch,wonder,and wait in aweas one shoots by – we wish.
The road before her,It goes left and right,Making bends way too tight.She imagines her hips,Nothing like this road.Those thoughts begin to unload.Again they haunt her,
I have spent the day
Hunkered in my little house
Tinkering at my little hobbies
Getting my usual work done.
With a standard scrub at my teeth
I watch the sun head down
Before hunkering down to bed.
My life story will not be about what I wore or how much money I have
or even how much you like me
I am more than the money, or the job, or the lifestyle you think I live
I write my own story
Lay me down in a field of wild flowers,
Take me away with your magical powers.
To a place where there is no pain,
To a place where there is no hurt.
A place where I can be free,
One year we were children,
With dreams and hope,
The next we're adults,
Who have sex and smoke.
Darkness engulfs me as I sit among the silence,The stalwart panging emotion of vagrance.This feeling so strong stinging me like a bee,Desperation seeming to overwhelm me. Anxiety discovers a path to my brain,
Hate
This disgusted feeling
For another human being
So wicked
For a man who didn't mean a damn thing
If you want love honey, go love yourself
But instead you chose to spread your legs
A brain washing system
In which we are expected to conform
Do the same as thy neighbor
Follow the rules
But if you dare to break these ongoing expectationsYou will be silenced
It's time to go to another place
far away
far away from here
'cuz I'm struggling trying to keep my head straight
but I can't 'cuz you keep stressin' me
I'ma go, I'm gonna leave
'cuz this ain't good
Is blue, blue?
Or do you see a different hue?
Do we all see a different color known by one name?
Or do we all see just the same?
How can you say blue is blue,
When she see's green too?
I fear to dream like to fear to breathe,
Asking to much of the gods above,
Becasue when I dream I reach it,
But sadly I can't keep it,
Like rays that shine through a window,
A certain awareness is rushing through my blood
A cold, chilling awareness
Yet, it brings peace, comforts
Maybe you resemble the torment of my soul and this is where I find peace
The rain will end
A boy walked through the woods
he found something no boy should.
The boy found his father,
his father was doing something
no father should be doing.
His father was looking for the love
Slaughter
Natural birthright
Human apathy, indifferent
Your dinner: tortured souls
Murder
I am women
Stronger then a rock
But softer then a feather
I can withstand anything and everything
From slavery to women rights and the typical stereotypes
I am women
Tap, tap, my foot hovers the gas.
One way road,
Too illegal to pass.
Take off your cruise control mode.
It's forty five,
You swerve to the right,
That girl sitting two rows in front of you?
Yes, the one with the short skirt and the tight shirt.
Why can a man walk free
down the street, without a care
in the world, and a pep
in his feet? But a woman must
leer, must live in a constant fear
that a man's touch or sneer
The Kansas sun slowly burns out, melting into the plains like a cigarette butt fades int
You're asking me to write a poem with intentions to get in my head.
While most mornings I can barely get myself out of bed.
Even though days get tough I give them my all.
What is something we can never understand?
What is greater than all things?
How can something be created from nothing?
What created all things?
The living God.
But where is the evidence he exists?
All the days you went in sick
All the teachers you put up with
All the sleep you lost doing homework all night
All the tries it took to finally get the answer right
I am Nothing but a child.
I am Unworthy to be heard.
The adults, they scream
words
be Quiet
Fix your hair
Know the,
Time,
Place.
White walls
Instead of white sand
Rushing
Instead of relaxing
Walking
Instead of swimming
School
Instead of the Bahamas
The halls in my head
Wind deep.
Walls of doors
That hide the information
I categorize and compartmentalize,
In an attempt to establish some illusion
Of logic
In this thing we call,
I walk on a Sunday afternoon in 2013.
I walk to the store candy and a lil bit of ice T.
I walk wondering who this man is behind me.
I walk till I can't walk no more and I run
I run and I run.
I have recently discovered a profound feeling.
A feeling like no other,
A feeling I never knew could be experienced.
Though it may be spontaneous,
I enjoyed the feeling,
Stressed out,
Can't breath,
Barely a thought,
I can conceive.
If not one thing,
It's the other,
Life is,
beginning to smother.
I might be drowning,
I don't know,
Hope neither of the dark or the light but rather something in between. Providing dreams for some and infatuations for others.
Lady Luck, often spoken of but never heard, often felt but never seen. She drifts among the shadows as the people walk in the light. Placing her hand here and there, changing outcomes everywhere.
There she goes
What does her life show
She is happy and she smiles
But when she goes home, it only lasts for a while
A few months ago I was engaging in such intellectual activities as perusing cat videos when I discovered a quite vast selection of blog posts written by twenty-somethings that catalogued a trip to El Salvador, or Bangladesh, or Pakistan, or some
Time is my fear
I feel like I’ll never get enough of it
I fear not knowing and knowing too much
My time goes by in a melodious pace, with a whimsical note and a riveting tick, but is that enough?
I've got Iraqi in my eyes
Love in my heart
Islam in my soul
And if I die tonight, that's how I wanna go you see, I'm done with this cruel world
And the death tolls
Draped in gold, you stand to fall,
but that doesnt stop you from standing tall.
You think you're better than the rest,
you're looking at me as if your trying your best.
This matter makes me cringe
My heart I feel it dies
When she believes the magazines
page after page of lies
Her body is a metal
so precious she beholds
worth more than money or compliments
Can you see school on the mind,
or that life comes fast,
for a student to find,
friends made to last,
each new day there is someone kind,
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
If my brain were a tongue twisterIt would throw you for a loopYou couldn't navigate it even with a mapPointing to the constellations of nerve synapsesEvery pathway is a fork in the roadThat splits into roots
Why does America care so much? It's not their decision, it's the decision of the people getting married. Why are millions of people concerned about two people? It's not their lives. Then people want to throw in religion?
Kneeling in the pews, I follow suit and pray.As droning envelops 'round me like the sea,
I am angry
I don't know at what.
A pain in my chest
and a heat in my head
a snap--- just like that
and I will scream my fury at you.
My mom
she says she won't pay for my college
From the heavens to the stars
Forgive us for who we are
For we are not as perfect as we may seem
Precious life lost to deferred dreams
And we ask ourself is this what God had in store for me?
Mothers not feeding their children , but feeding their habit instead ...
Children staying an age forever because life was took to soon ...
Be confident and speak your mindBeing daring says more about you than what you leave behind
I’m a beautiful black girl who’s scared and sad.
I feel like an orphan;
Where’s my mom and dad?
I live with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt.
I’m a beautiful black girl who’s scared and sad.
I feel like an orphan;
Where’s my mom and dad?
I live with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt.
A corrupt government with a ruined economy
Supporting citizens who can't support their families,
It toys with my mind and gives me headaches
And shakes up my brain like violent earthquakes,
Speak my mind, you ask?
Be wary.
I want to take the road less traveled by.
I am absolutely terified that I will follow the same path as everyone else.
I do not want to be a slave to one career
I look up at the night sky and see,
the sorrow in your eyes for me.
You were here then you were gone.
A lost melody in a glorious song.
You left me with no choice
I shut out the world, I quieted my voice.
Silence
As I sit and stare
Thinking how much more can i bare
The words that they say
torment me day by day
Trying to find light in the dark
but the words cut through my heart
Hickory dickory dock
It's time to check the clock.
The clock struck one
It's time for fun,
Hickory dickory dock.
Hickory dickory dock,
I can't stop checking the clock.
Broken promises kind of man
I'll do it when I' ready kind of man
Thinks he is all that and then some kind of man
I wear the pants around here kind of man
I'm not obligated to do anything kind of man
What makes me tick?
Is it the sound of judgeful eyes
or the cries of the inner soul
Being taken advantage of
Or not being appreciated at all
The wrong motivation
I'm sorry i'm leaving you. It's not my fault. THEY want us to leave and never come back, i'm sorry i wrote on you and still haven't cleaned you you up.
You know what's funny?
We call ourselves Christians but there is no Christ found in ourselves.
Bible,Crazy Love, Radical,The Shack and countless books fill up the shelves
Those who follow me wherever I go…
Their faces like porcelain painted black,
You say they’re not real, but they are…I know.
Their hair is like water without the flow.
He needs his coffee to wake up and his trees to sleep. That cocaine to party and his thizzles to geek. His cigarettes for stress and his heroine when no friends. He needs every drug possible to meet the day's end.
Never a thought of happiness. In the back of my mind it's known that this smile will leave soon. Forever stuck in an eternity of doom.
The fear is rising. So high like blood shot red eyes need visine. Just wish these thoughts in my head were a little more enticing. Looking into my brain and amongst my psyche, whatever's in control does this despite me.
I have no voice.
My thoughts are dying stars, light-years from our brief contact,
Gigabytes stored at stacked at the crux of cerebral cyberspace.
Their words are mud and sand.
I try to speak;
What's on my mind you ask?
Well let's see, Im exhausted
Im tired of doing the same day to day,
I wanna go out have fun, take a trip
Go to the beach, lay in the sand
Perhaps a movie or two?
I stand. I stand and my shoulders are squared.
I'm facing what some call the unknow.
But I know the truth. My eyes are open
To reality.
Because in reality, it's Opportunity.
why
are you selecting poems at random?
why
should i even try?
words scrawled in the 2 minutes just to get money
could outsshine the words meant to glow
like embers
at the death of a flame--
She’s tired
of the miles and miles of paperwork that clutter her office
like a library who has lost its way
she swims and swims
attempting to free from the heavy load
There is a painter
Was born in the first day of the last month in 96.
She left a home to make many homes.
Her job is to draw
Draw an autobiography picture.
She is poor .
I am still
The music plays
My body moves
My arms sway
Even though my body is in motion
My focus is still
Take a look around. People walk around with smiles on their faces and secrets in their heart.
The girl you just passed on the street wears long sleeves
to cover the bruises she gets from her father,
From the moment we're born, we’re told of the power of dreams,
From Disney movies, to children’s bedtime tales
And as we grow, and we change, and we learn,
My personal stage starts when I wake up
I make funny faces in the mirror as I get ready for the day
I put the TV on mute so I can quote my own dialogue for the people
Gay. G. A. Y.
G as in "God hates you."
A as in "abomination."
Y as in "Why haven't you killed yourself yet?"
"There's nothing to be afraid of!" they say
"It doesn't matter that you're gay."
Is it okay for my mother to call me names? This pain, I cant take this shit. This shit is really stressing me so I gotta let it out.
Summer makes me want to be lakeside.
The smell of boat exhaust and lake water,
Is so familiar, it comforts me so.
I miss coming here with you father,
I love hiking, but fishing is your favorite, I know.
Some people are simply meant to be together.
A woman, unbreakable, always finds happiness.
Her personality fiery, her laugh like a feather.
“Happiness can be a choice” her best,
Young girl with eyes the color of moss.
There are often times she feels lost.
"Mommy is sick," They all would say.
That was before mommy went away.
Did she do something wrong?
“I’ll never be that pretty”
All young girls know the line
They have repeated it over and over
Lost count how many times
“How sad. No young girl should feel this way.”
Open your eyes
Green shirt, greener eyes
He walks in the room and it's no surprise
The life of the party
That smile?
It could save me
A voice that could drown out all the rest
The cold water rushes between her toes and she doesn't even flinch. Hell, must be miles away from here in some cracked out dream of unfulfilled expectation.
Young girls everywhere listen here.
Try staying in school without getting pregnant.
Try not changing yourself to fit in with the wrong crowd.
As a teenage high school student, it’s reasonable that one thing always on my mind is school
Not only school itself, but the lessons school has given to me
Red, white, blue
a child's boo hoo
what makes me move?
a warm summer breeze
the sun, between the trees
what makes me breathe?
the sand between my toes
a sneeze caught in my nose
When I was little,
I wanted to talk, and
then I wished I could see, and
then I wished I could run as fast as the other kids in PE.
Later on, I wanted to be
thinner,
taller,
stronger.
Don't tell me to embrace my curves
Until you've been 14 years old
getting felt up by guys with beards
And you know what it's like to be used
for physical pleasure
I think I have met you in another life;
For the way your smile lights up your eyes
Seems all too familiar
RejectionWanting a dreamLonging for what is not easily possessed
DeterminationSeeing the imaginable futureA solvency of a teachable past
Am I supposed to believe that you're going to be a lawyer when you spend more money on shoes than books?
And that you're going to be a doctor because you spend a lot of times with girls but can only navigate matters below the waist.
Music is my high,
Soda is my drink.
Sugar is my ecstasy,
Laughter is my drunkenness.
Comedy is my anti-drug,
Strobe lighting is my LSD.
Dreaming is my hallucinogen.
there is no freedom
you can't speak
you can't learn
you can't dress
you can't live
what you do is not up to you but to them
go to school
get a job
have a family and no in-between
In my mind are gears,
Turning, Shifting, Spinning.
Grinding together in one smooth motion,
creating an imagination.
They turn as if run by a ghost,
but it's not true.
Before I knew you I knew i didn't want one of you
before I knew you I knew I didn't have a clue
once we decided to make you I knew I would love you
once we made you I already loved you
Girls these days are blinded.
Blinded by society.
No thigh gap? Too fat.
Ribs showing? Too skinny.
You must have an hourglass figure
To be considered "pretty".
The media only portrays
Stupidity is what makes me tick
Or maybe it's the way people spit
Everyone expects you to be better than the last
You want me to get straight A's and be top of my class
Now that I think about it that's not it
I hear the pressing and sound,
Of the universe milling around.
I draw myself further in,
To avoid joining them.
To be still.
To shrug off the stress.
To move at my will
Cry little girl.Run and hide.Huddle back into your trenchesWhere the voices lieAnd tell youThat it's safeTo sleep.
Your body is a temple-
And I have burned mine to the ground too many times to count.
I have slashed it and scarred it and bruised it and marred it,
And tried to break the bones of this battered flesh home.
Lost in desperation, I am constantly searching for inspiration,
Seeking motivation, I need a little persuation to keep me in the mindset I was rasied in.
As I look in the mirror I'm staring at the enemy,
She calls me every morning, putting a smile upon on my face
She is the one
She makes my heart melt when I make her smile, laugh, and happy
You want to pretend I want to pretend too.
Let’s go back sometime and jump double Dutch without shoes.
Simple, fun, and full of life,
playing through even the most tough of times.
A child's voice the most lovable sound,
lyrics not needed to want to turn it up loud.
Close your eyes, sit back, and listen closley,
Why is it a bad thing my parents went to school
got jobs, worked hard, they didn't fool
around and around I go
searching high and low
for money
Schools don't care
you're a number
From the winds of country and war,
An elfin body drapes fruits from branches that bore.
Loving tenderly and nourishing to each,
She looked at her,
And hated what she saw.
She looked at her hair
And hated the way it wasn't as long as other girls'.
She looked at her stomach,
And hated the way it wasn't flat like other girls.
We all are just
as we've always been
Forever imperfect
Eternally eager
Simply cynical
Lustfully Loving
Frequently forgetting to Forgive
For we all Are
Indeed
Just People
Since I was a little girl my parents told me, "save.
Save your pennies, save your nickels, save everything you've made.
Put it in your piggy bank or in the savings account.
Dear Future,I want to take time to say this nowBefore things get too complicated andI don't have time to sayThat I'm glad you turned outAs you should'veAmazing and fulfillingFILLED
I hold within me, the answer to
Everything within me is a reminder of
How much do I love thee?
That word speaks volumes.
Turn up the love, turn down the
Confusion. Illusions of our supposed
I miss you.
Coming over with that damn cigarette in your ear.
Telling me all the info, all the stuff I wanna hear.
Listening to my "boy problems" and giving me advice
What makes me tick
Tock
Like a clock
Or like being poked with stick?
Being annoyed
With people making no sense
Keep talking nonsense
Wanting to be in a void
We fall in love by our senses.
By the way he smell so good where you can still smell him after he has left the rom.
I'm sorry teacher, I didn't do my homework because
Life is pointless
I'm sorry people, I'm gonna miss you so much but
If you appreciate my culture,
As much as you claim,
You should know
Your disgusting
Urban Outfitter’s shirt
Desecrates
My God’s name.
A sacred image
Against
When darkness takes over,
Our nightmares come to life.
Who's time will end next?
A mere roll of the dice.
Fate is a religion for those who hate chance.
But be it random or precise,
If I shut my eyes tight enough will I disappear?
Can I seal them shut with all of my tears?
Forgiveness not wthin any of your bones.
Screaming, thrashing accusing,
Condescending tones.
The late night
half lit incandescent bulbs
when sleep is synonymous
with the detestable scum
scraped off the shoe
laying on the floor
mate under the bed
When I was in third grade,
My dad got me confused with my brother and called me “son,”
Words that never escape your lips
The cheeks you’ll never kiss
The fantasy of bliss
You’ll never see
I still feel their hands when I sleep
Often times I wake with a leap
My breath constricted in a silent plea
While my hands scramble for my lover to hold me
I hear too many jokes about someone being raped
I remember that promise I made to you
Back when we met at this prestigious school
I said that I will carry you through
I'm sorry but I've got to go
The times come for m tleave
It's pleasant here though
I just can' believe
Play me on a beat
I'm real. I am your inner heat.
Let me slide, let me sing,
let me ring.
Alive like your ninety nine
rolling like butter. the knife, cutting through your mind.
It didn't have to be this way
They are always part of the problem
I could have avoided another backstep
If only it weren't for them
I didn't need to have more trouble piled on
I should have kept my distance
"What were you wearing?"
"What were you drinking"
All questions asked to a rape victim.
Never,
"Are you okay?"
"How do you feel?"
Go ahead, think of me as different,
Alien, strange
I know there's something wrong with me
Because I say things like "post-adolescent idealistic phase" and my words seldom feature slang
It was a normal day
Except for the clouds
Blocking the sun
I was sitting in my room
Texting someone, A friend
He wanted to chill
I said cool beans
Dancing on the ceiling seems a powerful feat
To lose and gain control with your feet, with your mind, with you heart
All I want to do is start
I've been sitting so long and thinking I'm wrong and...
Some say love is a form of art
I tend to disagree.
Art comes with inspiration,
love means losing greed.
Seeing art is proof,
but in love you only need to believe.
Love me for me & who i want to be
Not for who you want me to be
Take for for who I am & if you dont
I DONT GIVE A DAMN
If you want to change me
You gone have to find another sister
As lIfe continued,
I realized on thing in my life that was missing.
People.
I was alone.
Why does lonliness wrap around one like a blanket,
When you are surrounded by a sea of faces?
Who am I,
Some women just don't appreciate what they have
You are the epitome of what a woman needs
I mean there are many woman that say they don't need a man
Clearly they just haven't met the right guy
It was a day the Lord made;
the day this little raven came to be.
Such grace and strength had he.
He yearned for the day--his day--
when he could finally fly free.
All the courage in the world
You know it happens.
Something or someone just has to say the wrong thing.
It all goes down from there.
There is no way back.
They just keep talking like they don't notice.
They don't care they just hurt me.
Yo,
My pops hit the intersection, with his leathal weapon
On my mother with a birth out of pure unintention
And I understand regression, a deep misconception
We werent created weak
with able body and mind.
Blessed with the power to think
an obligation to stay alive.
Controll we strive to seek
some find it more than others.
Mankind is an only child
Emotions that are undefinable,
Thoughts that are indescribable.
They seem to eat away at my happiness.
The ink in my skin is like blood in my veins. I want more.
I want to engrave emotions in my flesh. I want my feelings to be permanent, my motivations eternal.
Swimming deep, drowning quickly
light from the surface dimming with each passing second
though I can still look into your eyes
and as I look into your eyes, our lips collide, it feels divine.
From the ashes, we rise like Kings.
From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs.
WIth each broken brick we build a home.
Our fate is made in our blood and stone.
You may take our bodies,
I am
a whisper
I am
the wind,
gently blowing
on a tall
strand of grass
I am
the silence
in between
words and glances
I am
Thoughts, opinions, ideas
Circulate through the world.
Everyone has them-
Young children,
"I wanna go to the park today!"
Teenagers,
"I wish we had less homework!"
And adults,
When the oasis dries
And desert sands thrive,
Will the lost sheep receive its drink of water?
And when bandages kill
Behind this smile I will hide the things beneath that bubble,
Scourging the very heart of me that tries not to crumble.
You’ll always see the bliss and glee but never any pain,
Rain...
Crashing overhead and drowning me...
The desire to run burns strong...
To get away...
To go someplace safe...
I would if i had wings.
Quake..
Young Souls,
Can't you see the situation that you're in?
Or perhaps you enjoy smothering in sin?
Star crossed by all the cash flowing in,
Perplexed by all these fast women.
Mama crying in her bed at night
I have been told
Poetry is metaphor,
So you should probably use more of them.
So instead of stating blatantly what I feel,
I should use my knowledge of language to cover up
7 billion people walk this Earth
Each with a dozen faces
They say "7 billion people, 14 billion faces"
But it's more like 21 billion, at least
A face for the mama, a face for the friend
You shot me.
You put your hand up,
brought it up, and let it out.
You shot me.
You spat and screamed
and let it out.
Don’t run form what you’ve done.
You’ve injured this woman.
What is this world?
A place where a test dictates all
where if you can read fast
you can live at ease
and all your schooling is paid in full
but am I given that luxury
even though
Once upon a time I knew
It was obivous clear, perfectly understandable
I knew so strongly that it was all I could see
It was the only option
Then I suddenly didn't
What is this? Nothing comes to mind. All there is just unjust and so called “justice”.
I write words
simple sayings and
annunciated actions
I speak for myself
For those too quiet
to even whisper
For those who've been sick
In the mind or sick
In the body
Heart breaking
Shattered life
All alone
Where is....
No love
One lost
No faith
Broken dreams
Why me?
Who cares!
Dark rooms
Locked up
Life's ended
Even though
Where am I?
The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask.
Let me out. I can barely breathe.
I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
When you have one life to liveIt seems pointless to worryPointless to run andAlways be in a hurry.
-
Why do people insist on doing things their own way?
Why are we condemned to be what society sees as fit and just?
Too many people follow along the paved path
Too many condemn themselves to society's restrictions
Only the unloved and unnatural hate...
It is a house not a home
That very same house that made my home the same
Feeling like a loser
My neighbor is a boozer
Been used alot of times
I feel like a user
People spittin out my name like they know it
Crossing the line to the end then it's over
Here you go again.
Another bottle in your hand.
Barely conscious,
I doubt you can hear this.
You're better than this.
You're making yourself sick.
What have you become?
Another girl with a pretty face
Trying to get away so she changes her pace
She begins to run the race of life hoping she can succeed
She only hopes he can fufill her needs
In an alleyway behind her house
This is bad
I feel like I’m slipping.
Back down the dark hole of no return.
I don’t know how many more times I can do this.
And manage to claw my way back up.
I've never been anyone's first Or even anyone's secondEveryday gets worseNo one wants to listenI put a smile on my face before I walk out the doorDon't want them to see how much it burns
there's a window in my room
through it I see my neighbor
and he's got an old dog
and they read together on the porch
and sometimes he cries
which is odd, but okay
in the produce department
Why does he talk so white?
They ask with such confusion, such disdain, such arrogance
As if the color actually gripped him by the throat
Poor kid, he wants to be a businessman during his better years
Does anyone remember the days when they said
"People in college go crazy and party hard"?
Well it seems they forgot to mention
the person that gets lost in the shuffle-
Science?
Physics?
How about engineering?
They make a lot of money!
They need women in those fields!
But I dont care for those fields
Why do something you dont even love?
Oh, the money
Brother versus brother.
Fields stained with blood.
Father versus son.
Soulless corpses of young and old.
They say not to wear your heart on your sleeve,
You can't ever patch up your heart, it always seems to seep back.
No matter how hard you try to bandage the wound,
Its bound to bleed through.
The rain is pure droplets of pain
Of the fallen
the weak
the lame
And those whom have failed.
The rain is beads of sweat from those who strive.
The aches squeals and moans
Come across the window pane
Yet it still stands firm?
The wretched winds and treacherous storms
Come across the window pane
Yet it still stands firm.
Sweat seems to seep
out
With bitterness and
burning
As it slithers down and
air
So sweet burns just the same as
if
tiny jewles and crystals line my throat
dry
Ever been woken up, by screaming and fighting? One yelling from across the room, can't sleep in peace without silence. All my surroundings sound voilent. That's what ticks me off most, when one is disturbing the peace being annoying the most.
I would change the way people look at me because I'm not skinny, or pretty, or a lighter skin tone
I would change the way people look at me because I speak my mind
I don't rhyme, and I certainly don't reason.
I don't like pasta or milk,
I don't want to hold your hand,
Or talk about feelings.
I am not pretty or ugly,
Or jealous or smart,
At times I feel such anger and animosity. I let time pass and it will dissipate into guilt and disappointment.
My mind wanders to the night that still seems blurry,
“No one has to know,” he whispered
“but I don’t want to,” I thought
the words failed to escape my mouth
I was trapped in my own thoughts.
My mind,
is a blank canvas, covered in words.
It ticks like a clock,
giving me the time of imagination,
to live my world, the way I dream it to be.
The words pour from the music,
About 90% of my life was wasted on trying to make everyone happy,
But still i could never satisfy many,
Countless times i changed my person,
Didnt care who i really was,
Everyone around me was a judge,
No, stop, I can’t.
These words spew from my mouth like the hot lava that you left under my skin. When you held me down and poured it in.
Flesh held tight in your grip, gagging on the flame, hot to the touch
baby
you’ve got an erection while i have a urinary tract infection
this is not a deflection this is me saying maybe we don’t work
at the same time
darling
It's hard to forget even harder to forgive.
It's hard to forgive someone for hurting you,
for inflicting pain on you,
for making you shed a tear or two.
It's hard to move on, when you're stuck!
Sitting in a chair, facing forward
I wonder what am I doing here
shouldn't I be out in the world?
We are stuck in closed rooms
We walk down walls plastered in white
I've been here for fourteen years
Society screams a moaning cry
Emotional individuals die
Shootings, murders, texting, driving, death
sooner, later, nothing will be left
innocent children breathe their final breath
She feels them staring at her.
The energy it gives off
Makes her want to jump out of her skin.
my pencil kissed my paper
in quiet determination, as my teacher spoke out-
asking,
"what is poetry?"
A mind like mine mulls over
things like this;
breathing them in only to
spit them out.
Sometimes there is a struggle,
that slight movement
when you're trying to be free.
But no matter how much you want it,
you know that once you're Free
you'll still be lost.
Looking for a sign,
I come from everywhere, and everywhere is where I am from.
But can I eat the whole cookie without leaving a crumb?
I am my mother and my father put into one.
My favorite color is purple and everyday I run.
Smart yet scatterbrained, darting about.
A butterfly, flitting from flower to flower-
It's summer, it's time to sit around and reflect
I have nothing else to take up my time to protect
Myself from the time-wasting, hobby-making Internet
That's about as interesting as my summers get.
I work day and night just to make a dime
I'm followed around like I'm a criminal
I once saw a picture of a man and a fence,
Painted with sunflowers well over his chest,
And over the fence was chaos and madness,
The pain of this world hidden by gladness.
Another man saw on his pile of books,
Why is it so hard for you to decide if you want me in your life or not,
One day we'er ok, then the next we'er not,
Cool as a summer's breeze you leave me
feeling refreshed with such ease.
My dearest is funny,witty, and even a little silly..these
qualities, or traits, or whatever you may call them
I woke up this morning,
Heard two voices in an argument.
When did things go this wrong?
Pretending to see, I cried silently.
When I made a decision of my own,
You said "no" and were soon gone.
I wish my voice was like a beautiful singer's
Id sing to you every day to show you how i feel
But sadly Im left with no choice i havent got a beautful sound
TO match how profound my love for you is.
Gender plays an important roleIn all of our livesReciting the same line of whyLooking past the exterior is tough
What we once were
Shrouded by doubt
Can it be again?
Can we be again?
She won't even look my way
She won't call me by my name
Just hold on until May
What a selfish claim
I love with you with a passion the mind can't consume
We gonna have snakes in the grass
we cant be fooled
They're gonna wear masks
we gotta stay true
They're gonna try to stop us from doing what we do
Hey Ms. Sherry
Can I top my sundae
With your cherry
I like you
Can I suckle the honeydew
Will you give me something good to chew
Can you be my bee
Let me taste the honey
Every night...
Senses show smite;
Cut Clean Clever Closure.
I dare you to drive down dusk demise...
yet nobody knows the prize!
A mite mind might miss minutes...
before realizing its coexistence.
I didn't understand why girls would cry because their bodies never mesmerized a boy's eyes
I didn't understand why the wrists were slit on my friends thin arms
You couldn't achieve your dreams now you wanna live through me. Looking for my lost thoughts with wall in front of me. How can I achieve when you don't believe in me? It isn't my fault your dreams didn't soar like the trees.
For a couple of years now,
I've made the joke
that absolutely nothing about me
is straight
except my hair in the mornings
on the days
where I can push a straightener
What's after?
What's to come?
A perfect picture paints the story. A large brick building. A dorm. Happiness and opportunities.
But happiness comes with a price.
When my limbs don’t move and my blood goes cold,When my time is done and my tale is told,What will they think of me?
Homework, practice, work,
No one knows why,
No one understands,
Why I do stuff.
Music from five sources,
Excess classwork,
Strength training,
No one gets it.
hello,there's a face up here with lips that'll speak
words you've never heard until they've left my soul.
As the body language Chang ,the world Went upside
When will the world be one with me?Show me the world Mr. Lover but first give me your heart
You grow up and they tell you to look a certain way, and when it's not right they tell you to change.
They say it's okay to be different, but not to different or you will have to change.
Insecurity,
Driving through the rain,
Tears falling down,
Cannot hide the pain.
How do people do it?
How do they go on?
How do they still not know
That this must be wrong?
Speak Your Mind Slam
Why should I have to look over my shoulder?
Living my life on edge, in fear
Can’t even walk down the street without stares, men hootin and hollerin
As kids we think money grows on a tree,
We think everything in the world is free.
Once you grow up you realize it is not,
Because the amount on the paycheck is just a small dot.
Then we go onto higher education,
Misunderstanding is a miscommunication
Speaking and saying and hoping they hear
Pouring out your heart not only for a tear
But having the fear they still will not understand
There is still a miscommunication
She drifts from happiness to reality
Longing to stay forever in her dreams
For every morning when she awakes
The unending hell starts all over again
She tiptoes downstairs hoping may escape
Tick tock
Mind
Clicking, constant
Round, round, round
Spinning
Ideas, flowing, coming and going
Circular motion
Ebb and flow
Which way should I go?
Tick tock
Paths
SHE ONCE WAS AS BEAUTIFUL AS SHE COULD BE. HER BODY SMELLED AS SWEET AS A ROSE SPRINKLED WITH MIST FROM THE SEA. SHE WAS FAST BUT WELL PUT TOGETHER, SUNSHINE EVEN IN THE STORMIEST WEATHER.
cling
for dear life
so you feel
comfortable
smile with desire
steal with entice
snake movement
beg for invite
and disease you hide up your sleave
with open door policy
Yes mother
I have a stomach
Yes mother
I know that when I wear tight dresses that stomach shows
But no mother
I will not go change
I will not return the dress
Do you see them?
Those people right behind us?
Their happiness seems to stem,
Like a young girl in a fancy dress.
They pal around,
Without a care in the world.
And as they clown,
As an infant, one clings to and relies on another who is greater than they. Whether it be their biological mother or their biological father. Whether it be a family friend or a grandparent.
They’re supposed to make it better, right?To fix it.Well there’s an excuse to be usedWhen you have nothing better to do.Or when you need an escape to drown out the pain
Food.
How delightful, wonderful, beautiful.
Sensuous and pleasurable.
Such a strange longing we have
For such small objects.
Actually, it's not strange at all.
Sensuous and pleasurable,
What do you see from me, just dreams and aspirations? You laugh and tease me when I say, “one day I will climb mountains.” I get up to brush the hate and insults away. The rain dries from my face and I start to crawl up the ledge.
When I hike, I am in sync.
And when I'm in sync, I clearly think.
My poles hit the rocks sounding out a clink,
The repititious noise setting rhythm to the thoughts I think.
When I clearly think,
What is the connection
When around the melanin
Feels electric
communication
i feel his pain though he does not speak
i feel her envy though she smiles sweet
What have we become today?
When our ancestors handled activism,
or when the pastors preached
they did more than spoke.
They strove to bring peace,
and changed the world through action,
I, ego, none of these is
YOU ARE WHAT I SAY
cogito ergo sum,
NO
Multi ergo sunt
In a pride of lions, the lioness hunts while the male stays back
In many species of birds the male's bright feathers elaborate dances and song are desperate attempts to attract female birds
What made it okay?
What made you think that you had that right?
To strip me of my self-esteem
Yes we were young
But what thought entered your mind
When you decided I was all yours?
For all the girls standing in the line
For the bathroom.
For all the girls,
Like myself.
With a gaping black hole in the back of my throat
Waiting for the next storm to come.
I remember the night I met you
Your pale blue eyes always looking like they were on the verge of tears
We spoke about nothing but somehow you felt so familiar
A cool rain was falling and we said goodbye
Why do some say a mind is a machine?My mind surpasses all machines; it runs five different programs at a time: /Wow-I-like-that-car /Shit-do-I-have-a-test-today /Wait-why-is-he-looking-at-me-like-that
Not many know what it feels like to be scared senseless.
To be terrified of a person so much it leaves you breathless.
To look them in the eye after they leave you black and blue.
The lulling ticking matches the rustling of my chains.
As I wrap them tighter and tighter, I find comfort in its cold embrace.
I sit there with my thoughts And wonder why I listen to you
All I've ever done was try to please you
So I sit there and numb the pain
Heart palpitations, hallucinations, peace
You see when I'm high... I'm numb
So many memories,
Good ones,
Mainly bad,
Lurking around the corner,
Waiting to spot me and fill me with misery.
The memories are like car chases or a innocent by stander chosen for a beating.
I have not one, but two names
One means, "who is like God"
The other, a variation of a flower
It also means unblemished, virginal
You decide, you pick, it makes no difference
Love is undefinable
And completely disastrous
Messy and confusing
Love is pain
Destroying everything
Love is beautiful
Completely peaceful
Understanding and perfect
I look at the clock
It's 11:11
I don't normally do this
But the thought of you changes that
I make a wish
Knowing deep down it won't come true
But a little hope never killed anyone
Since when did sex equate to romance
Equate to love
Equate to marriage and holy matrimony?
Can’t early morning “breakfasts-in-bed”
And cuddles at 4 in the afternoon
Watching the happenings of the world
For someone who always has something to say,
I am drawing blank.
Words, however plentiful in my mind,
become scarse as they leave my mouth.
I try to search for something to say to you,
Deep in thought is the hole I'm stuck,
The longer I ponder the deeper I fall.
All things swarm in my head like a hoard of buzzing bees.
What makes me tick?
I don't understand your question..
Do you mean what makes me sick?
Oh, what makes me sick is this world that we all fail to mention.
This world makes me queezy.
they say that today is history an tomorrow is a mystery but i want you to be my scooby doo to shaggy an find out that mystery an solve it together.
The problem with society
Is everyone wants to famous
Nobody cares how
Nobody knows why
Nobody cares just how they get there
We all want those fancy hollywood houses
Showing them off on MTV
Originality is dead
Our generation has conformed to the regularities of its society
If a sequence of codes and letters represents my intelligence then I am reduced to a copy
A copy of my textbooks Dates and facts spewing from my mouth unable to think
Society may have your back one day.
And the next, kick you in the privates.
Society may have everyone against you.
Or have everyone with you.
Society may be everyone thinks.
But it's not what you think.
To grind and shift, forcing rust to chip, chip away and crumble
Useless, dumb days rot the nest of thought
It feels like forever since it woke up!
What good did it serve to bite the brains tongue,
Everyone deserves love
Everyone needs someone to be there for them
Everyone needs a best friend
Sometimes these best friends end up being your soul mates
Who is anyone to say that what they do isn't "right"
I love you but I'm scared
I love you but I'm scarred
I love you but your are a flickering flame in the dark
It's easy to see you are dangerous but I still wanna be near I wanna feel the heat and be burned
Whatever you ask for in prayers, will be answered by the maker.
Whatever you seek in layers, will be found with slayers.
Battles are for the weak and sick, do not just sit and sleep-you will become weak.
Understandably, it was hard
Not quite the easiest to do
Leaving something you love behind
Not yet sure what would be new
Emotions ran unfinished
Maybe by choice for one or two
What does one say about a person who seems to fall in love with someone to only amount up to the word "seem"? I'll try to put the seams together.
Every day I wake up,
Grab a water, grab a book.
I study for hours on end,
And when I finish, I plug myself into the Internet.
Twitter, Youtube, Facebook, all are checked for a brief period of time
Hard to dry my eyes when the sky is so grey. Why do I cry when you seem to be okay? I thought I was done feeling this way, but it seems to me that things will never be the same.
i walk down the street
with my sunglasses on
my headphones in
thinking about one thing mostly
but my head is racing
i hear the beat
feel the heat
the wind blow on my feet
Behind every smile there's pain, the hurt of not being pretty and used.
The pain of only being wanted for what's low.
Everyday theres a cut in my soul, then the tears start to roll.
I didn’t recall inviting him to put his arm around me
Much less for him to slide his hands along my thighs
station his palms over my hips
tease my chin and my neck with the tips of his fingers and lips
I’m a girl
I’m a teenager
I’m a blackbelt
I’m in band
I don’t go to church
I’m a girl
Yes, I love pink
Yes, I like shopping
And I like talking to my friends
But…
i would like to write you a list, going from insides to outsides.
i don’t know much about body parts, but:
your pink pancreas does not match the pink on your cheeks, so.
It is a word that no one seems to like
Calling one that name isn't even right
Pretty Humans Adorned Thoroughly
Yep, that's what phat means to me
You are made in His image and His likeness
I tell you everyday
How much I love you
But sometimes I wonder...
Do you love me too?
I care about you deeply
And wish you the best
But when I say I love you
Dancing on glass rivers
Leaves your feet torn up,
bloody to the point of no recognition
And yet you won't stop.
You can't stop.
The thrill is intoxicating
I talk, But no one listens
I get louder and still no one listens
I cant be any louder
Why wont anyone listen to me?
I cant help but be upset
Am i not important?
Why is it that some people are liked by many , some are hated by envy and some aren't like for any? In this world materialistic objects and looks are all that matter . name brand clothes all the new shoes , cars money & looks .
I need to be heard
No one can hear me why?
Am I not loud enough?
Then I realize Im not even opening my mouth
I can't seem to open my mouth
My throat is closing up,
I cant breathe
As the dark blanket fall over the blue skies.
I lay in my bed thinking about you.
Thinking about your tender kisses.
Generations past and although you have
The blood of your ancestors coursing through your veins,
You find it hard to relate.
You are proud to be an American but,
What is there to be proud of?
Bound up in leather, like the books
And held by paper chains
A heart no longer functioning
Inside, no soul remains
They put a hat upon her head, pulled low
To hide the brand
Society Intervenes
Society says
People listen
People think
Society intervenes with our acumen
Society says we have to think or be a certain way
People listen to what society says
The building blocks you put down stack so high that they touch the sky
The skyscrapers you make are so tall they remind me that I'm so small
And I admire your optimism
Beautiful.
An arbitrry concept created by mind numbing expectations set fourth by overpriced magazines with images of "socially acceptable" women.
Beauty.
I’m in the mood to sing,
But I don’t know what to say.
I want to learn to dance,
Since all I do is sway.
I feel like I am walking
Life is filled with it's ups and downsDays of success and days of sorrowPeople coming in and outNot really understanding what is desired for all of usMaybe it's meant to be that way and maybe it's not
As I child I would speak
No one could hear me
Was I talking to loud?
Or were their thoughts preoccupied?
The day I discovered the power of ink
Was the day I discovered the power within me
"Speak your mind," they say.
We're told to roam freely with the words in our heads.
Put it in writing and tell everyone what you're thinking.
But I realized something about speaking my mind.
I gaze upon the setting sun
wondering about the days to come.
The vibrant oranges, the brilliant reds
the shining yellows, the zesty pinks
the mysteries of what waits ahead
makes a person stop and think.
I've been walking around wondering if our vision was ever truly our own.
Kicking dust up at the stars wandering all alone.
Are we grown enough to understand or aged and just as incompetent
Did you enjoy?
Ripping my heart out.
Was it fun?
To give me false hopes,
To toy with my mind and emotions.
You're a liar,
You said you loved me.
Was that a lie too?
Here I sit
Head in my hands
Heart on the table.
It's withered and worn
with every blow it gets worse
I watch it grow and grow
like a hot air balloon
it fills until finally,
I'm a shell,
And it's empty.
I'm hollow,
Broken.
The pieces are
Lost.
They can't,
and Won't ever be
found.
I'm exposed,
Naked.
The truth shows,
Death is the white out of life.
It covers your mistakes
It's the one thing we don't have to worry about.
It can cleanse you of yours sins.
It doesn't matter,
What shape, size, or color you are.
Death,
Did you know I cry?
I guess not because it’s hidden under my mask.
I wear it every day can’t you see it.
I cry waiting for someone to notice.
I’m crying out can’t you see.
I just want help.
Most of my life,
I thought to myself,
We are what we wish to be.
And while this is most definitely true,
The only way we can truly be what we want,
Is by acting on our thoughts.
Otherwise,
Only moving forward inch by inch,
You think that life is such a cinch,
But on the freeway there's no leeway,
On the other paths cars whiz by as if to taunt me,
My mind's eye is a bulletin board.
It started out neat and orderly--
a photo here,
a sticky note there--
but now,
it's a mess.
Pretty soon,
in the coming years,
You keep the past in your back pocket
Just close enough, where you might catch it
You scrape your knee on the pavement
You look down and you hate it
But I think that the blood might just sober you up
Pre-existing alliance aiming towards the win.
One last breath until the end.
Impulsive triggers silence life,
You never know with this thing called society
You want to be yourself, but all the criticism is tiring
Where did all the creativity go?
We have people teching us how to be them and we didn't even know
Your whole being is incredible.
I hope you know that;
Sometimes you put yourself down, but
I still think the sun shines from your ass and
We've been together for years.
It's unbelievable
You're a new person everytime I see you, so
forgiving and...
It's a shame, really it is.
Speaking your mind is encouraged to an extent,
Everyone else would rather sign a covenent with some sort of evil instead of hearing the truth we speak.
Or seeing the truth we seek.
My precious innocent self,
How could you let him manipulate you in such a way?
He was no good you from the start,
but you told yourself you will not let it go to far for I know my limits.
Epitomy of beauty.
Thin, striking, bright.
The opening act, yet the star of the show.
Your abstract curves,
And evil glare,
Snap attention and draw eyes.
Mouths open, hearts race.
Why is it that you can sit there like i dont exist,
And your love i'll never miss,
Because you were never there,
No protection, no care,
Not even a happy birthday 19 years later,
Behind this smile you see,
tis fake,
a mask concealing all,
behind this awful bliss,
it's emperor will fall.
The Steel doors not enter to thee,
the bottle that's sealed tight,
He IS NOT a man,
She IS a slut.
He ONLY wants to wait until he's married.
She HAD a boyfriend then she HAD fiance...
Try staying with yourself
See how long you'll last
As a human-being
We were ment to interact
Through hard times and laughs
Sharing stories
And recalling the past
Try staying alone
Something to despise
A distraction
Until I saw your eyes
Fully unaware of your attack
But still not a single care
Suffocating through your intoxication
A thin foreign air
Wrong place, wrong time
No regrets, thats fine
Wait til' you get back to reality
Mama said stay home
Be a good girl
Don't let go
But Mama pick up the pieces
Can't you see
Who am I kidding?
You ask us to speak our minds
but really you just want silence.
You ask us to be ourselves
but really you want our cooperation.
You ask us to help others
oh how kind
I can finally speak my mind
but will you listen
or overlook my opinion
what is my voice?
The First Amendment
A constitutional right
or a consistent struggle
Earplugs in
and my mouth cracks open
into a wide, unfiltered smile
Dad hands me the giant earmuffs
and I put on my gold-rimmed sunglasses
I want to look good for this
I have a rough draft all typed out
of what I’d say to you
if I ever got the courage
to tell you how I really feel.
It’s sitting there in my notes,
and I see it everyday.
It’s short and sweet
When things got bad
my dad said to me,
“It goes in cycles.
You have ups
and you have downs,
and in betweens,
and it’s all going to happen whether you like it or not,
because it’s a tough life.
No one is too small to cause great changes
And no one too large to alter all things
Many judge solely based on appearance
A leaf falls
Drifts in the wind
Carried on a breeze smelling of wood smoke
And the sound of splashing
Sinks into my skin
Like the sun
Bounces off the autumn leaves
Sheading summer skin
Hidden
I sat alone in my quiet corner
No one's allowed in my world
I live in a dream
Let me be
I'm not defined by these lines
I'm not confined
To only one rhyme
I am free
What egregious sin shackled us to sophistication?
The soul's eternal incarceration.
It is a gift?
To who do I return this gift to?
Love thyself.
Such a simple, yet complex phrase.
We want others to love us and to accept us.
To trust us.
To want us.
I am not an aethiest
I am a believer
A believer in something greater than myself
"What kind of bullshit do you spit?
Some kind of ego twist
You're afraid to die
And you're afraid to live"
There is something that drives us all. A hidden, unseen force. It has the power to shape destinies, level mountains, and rebuild them if need be. What is this force? The power of passion. Everyone's passion is different, unique, strange.
Fluffy as a pillow, with its glistening fur
A hollow head, with its blistering teeth
A serene voice, which shivers all
A tail of wonder, which delivers conondrum
Ears, that tinker the action
There was a little boy. It was his first day of school. He was very cute and attractive, with a chubby little face and a slim body. He had a walk that was more of a waddle but he was still extremely coordinated and never fell.
The human anatomy is more than just
What the eyes can see
Or technology can clinically measure.
What a symphony Apollo orchestrated
upon quivering heartstrings, a soulful
yearning exaggerated by enchantment.
An arrow notched not once but twice,
I don't like hate.
Judgement makes me irate.
Racism makes me want to scream.
Homophobia makes me angry.
I'm sick of people being mean,
bullying because of their own insecurities,
He was diagnosed with autism
As daunting as the name sounded
His parents were scared, frustrated
But never gave up
Now think about how we as adolescents grow up
Words swirling about us
It's you calling my name.
A name created out of literal " till death do us part " and Hannah's pain. It's a name born from a travailing woman's blessing and a new father's tears.
You there, in your room
I know why you're in a gloom
You think you aren't good enough
You think your all was not enough
Don't worry; I'm here to set things right
I'm here now to clear up this night
It is said that there are two styles of brains
one brain for each gender
brain number one
free flowing thoughts mingling
burts of colors into a vast number of hues
Why is everything crashing down?
This world cannot summit the clouds.
Failure, lies, luck, and chance
Face to face wth Death, shake his hand.
How can you push this pain aside?
Woke up this morning the sky was clear
I was thinking about my whole high school career
Everyone's got one and everyone of them is different. Some are tall, small, skinny, big, black, white, asain, mexican, blue hair, brown hair. Father's. Every guy can be a father but few can be a dad.
Don’t breathe,
talk
or blink,
just stare.
Though my mind tries to grasp the words
to make sense of this,
all that comes to me is a sound,
and I feel as if I may pass out.
awesome is the way you've never failed to pick me up when I fall...
the way you move whenever anyone in the world calls your name.
You reach around the room for broken girls,
You know, the ones with those innocent curls.
They trust in you, with all their might,
Still believing in you when you cut them down to size.
You hit like a girl
You throw like a girl
You punch like a, scream like a, act like a girl.
Why does everyone want love when they know what it can do to you, it can break your heart so can you tell me why does everyone want it?
Every morning the sun will rise
And every night the sun will set
Until the sun sets for the final time
Or rises for the final time
So will we have a final night?
Or a final day?
Behavior is a result of environment and time.
I was not born apologizing every time I spoke up.
I was a little girl who ran into life like there was no time to worry,
The bubbles float up and down
Gently now, don’t make a sound
Now she’s up, they start to rush
Bubbles rise to the top and pound
They tap tap tap on my windows, my door
"Come out, join us"
Just the girls, like the old days
Back-stabbing petulant little beings
long legged, jealous, pain driven monsters
I'm going back to school for degree number two,
but financial aid has run out,oh no, what should I do?
I love my momma, I really do.
But sometime she be getting on my LAST nerves.
She would yell; "BB......come scratch my back."
"BB....get me something to drink"
"BB...what you got for a snack?"
Loneliness is what you feel before you find that someone special.
One person I want to be with for all my life
Vulnerable is how you are. Until
Everything you wanted in a man is a far.
Sitting in the lobby, staring at this mess on the floor, it's sloppy
I see a mop, but no janitor.
I continue to stare, thoughts racing like Danica
I feel weird, something is shaking me to my core
Why are you trying to knock me down?I am expressing myself!The world needs to know that this is me!
We live in a world of ignorance,
full of people who don’t even try
to understand that who you are
doesn’t need a how or why.
Everything is perfectly fine
Why is it kids are forced to grow up so fast?
Never taking a moment to let their childhood last
For them, adulthood comes too soon
Not even yet in their full bloom
They start off innocent and pure
If I have a baby boy- then I guess he'll call me dad, which is a lot, since thats something I never got to call my biological
I'm sitting in the diner across the table from my father
This is our one chance to catch up, the same way it has been for months
I play with my eggs, telling him all that goes on in a world he is cut off from
To find love.
To be in love.
To find out who you are,
in this world...
Who has your back?
Who are you?
Who are they?
Alone...
Feeling alone.
Feeling the need to "go off."
Our mind is driven by the words we hear,
The stares of others,
And the terrible way they make us feel.
Our mind is shaped by the people we see,
Looking better than how we see ourselves,
I live in a world filled with fools,
Believing there is only be one way.
So their hatred never cools,
for all the things that are gay.
"They are from the Devil!"
All the haters proclaim.
Subconciously told that black is not enough.
I've lied to try and find love.
Yellow girl walking on the other side of the street, with cracked eggs at my feet -
aimed at the Yellow girl for Halloween.
A future taken away, the second it's begged to stay.
A man pleads for no reason "other than the currency he's told" we have no hold on you.
I am a girl with spunk and attitude and brains. I am a girl with style that stands out like stains. I am a girl with detemination, motivation and creation. I am a girl with class. a dive with sensation. I am a girl with flavor. Fiesty and Spicy.
I'm against my people, but my people are against me
They look me into my eyes, but skin pigment is all they see
Light skin, dark skin as if we aren't allnblack
We are suppose to be unified, but unity is what we lack
Success ?
How do I obtain you?
You're making it difficult for me.
It seems like everytime I get closer,
You go further.
Are you doing this on purpose?
I'm trying not to give up,
It was easier as children to say how we were feeling;
that was before society taught us the rules of our own emotions.
As children, if we felt sad, we told the people around us.
I loved you
we loved each other
why did it have to end.
Nothinng in us chaged.
You moved away.
I stayed astray.
I followed You
at my dismay
Alas you had changed.
You with the faces.
JUST STOP ALREADY.
Cry if you wanna cry. Yell if you're angry. Punch me in the face if I say something wrong.
Looking at me with those blank eyes and smiling cheeks pisses me off.
Brown Eyes
They say after suffering from trama you loose memory of what lead up to it
But those Brown Eyes
I remember darkness
cold
and bright Brown Eyes
Does anyone see the girl over there?
The one who let's everyone know that she cares,
The one who has stabwounds on her back,
And stories to tell,
The one who fakes a smile,
I work hard
Everyday.
Scrubbing the sticky floors,
Taking out the rotten smelling garbage,
Wiping off the food crusted onto the dirty dishes.
I want more for myself.
Even though there is a lot of distance between us
Our hearts are connected as one
When I talk to you, you are always goofing off
But in reality you are always there when I need it the most,
Mom and Grandma always told me be yourself, never listen to critics except those close to you and your heart.
"Hello Ladies" Ladies Be comfy in your own skin, everyday because honestly; you're blessed one day somebody; will fall in love with the real you; Maybe they will complete your fantasy; I'm just contemplating on the way things should be for ya'll
What is love, Exactly?
Is it more timeless, such as smiling during a kiss,
Or slow dancing with a loved one to a song you've never heard before?
Is it more modern, such as a poke on facebook,
The other day, I was talking about how much I weigh
and how this affects my life,
and the person I was talking with said something to me.
Is it just me or is the world a dark place
filled with people that don't wanna see sucess in our race
Broccoli
Peanut Butter
Won't my mother be quiet
Be right back gotta go help her
She actually said never mind as i walked over.
Typical.
Whenever a person gets mad at another
no two eyes scan the same crowd
what you view as provacative is my confidence
"slut/whore/asking for it"
a s k i n g f o r i t
or maybe she has more courage
than you
The love in a person can make you think.
Is this really the man I severly hate?
With this tingling sensation you start to doubt,
The sensation of doubt finally breaks out
The feeling of awe starts to overwhelm
Always adrift a flow of contorted thoughts
I watch as some develop images, becoming physical planes and unique realities
Still others become intriguing ideas, advancing my being to new levels
Where do I go when I want to fit in?
Should I hang with my friends who understands and accepts me,
Or should I tak to kids with drama on a daily basis?
Should I party with strangers who constantly put me down,
My perfect world, a world in which all races are treated equally
A world in which no one fears of being sterotype
But my world dose not exist
I am tormented by those around me because of what I am
"I hate myself!", "I can't stand looking at myself!" .... "I'm disgusting".. I reapeat this to myself every day, but I know it's not right. I'm at the point where I can't take it, I must do something. Stop eating you fat,disgusting girl.
You hear them
Names in textbooks, thrown around
Anorexia, Bulimia, EDNOS
People don't understand
Why not eat? food is yummy
It is not about food at all
it is a way to deal with life
I will not let you have power over me.
I will not let you push me down.
I will not let you have control just because you are older.
I will not let you control me.
I will stand up for myself.
I feel like the decades have hitten a rough path.
Seeing people my age or even younger, acting like maniacs.
YOLO, has made things worse.
Really? You didn't know you only live once?
I told my mom I was depressed
Empty
Alone
She told me it was just
"Teenager Things"
Like it was a normal occurrence to all who progress through these hell years.
I've made one therapist cry
Time passes,
Memories are made,
Seasons change,
Feelings shift,
Friendships evolve,
Life goes by quick,
Yet ever so slow,
Like a snail,
Feelings fade,
Friendships not as strong,
Hi, My Name is Martin Luther King Jr.
I helped African-Americans gain their civil rights.
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news?
Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent
as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
As my spirit seems to wander past every thought I had in mind,
I find that those around me are running out of time.
I am falling through the crevices and holes in their stories.
One of my big pet peeves,
Is when someone interrupts another I believe.
Many people have one,
Or some people just have none.
People get ticked with nail biting,
Or it gets to them when others are annoying.
Speak your mind
Free your mind
Work your mind
Trap your mind
Speak your mind
Leave your mind
Harm your mind
Corrupt your mind
Say no
Say yes
Say hello
Say goodbye
To be in a wheelchair is very hard to grasp, it's a very tough life like an unfinished task.
Especially if you're like me, a kid or teen, to have to sit back and watch others accomplish your dreams.
Knuckles cracking make me tick.
Just the sound alone makes me sick.
I sit and try to swallow my pain
But the sound is like piping hot metal branding my brain.
I can't handle the popping
Look at the flowering Sakura now!
It opens its petals for people to see.
Look at the scribbling powder of chalk!
It captures the lessons for people to read.
How we all treasure the beauty of bloom.
I write for those who are willing to hear,
For those who are willing to lend an ear,
Because those are the people who offer advice,
They give their mind, without a price,
They lend a hand in a time of need,
Obama Care
Insurance for all
However there are different answers when you call.
1000 pages of how you may and may not qualify.
44 million Americans without health care.
Obama’s bright idea,
Turned.
Pain.
It's undeniable, so true.
Laying on the bathroom floor-fighting.
Fighting.
It's so hard to go on when darkness
encloses your horizons and all you can see is
Grey.
Who am I,
I am me.
Who are you,
The judge of me!
I am shy, I am strong,
And a bit of a goof off.
But who are you,
You tell me?
Your a heart that doesn't bleed!
let me tell you our story
well, I don’t know your story
but I know mine
and I want to tell you why I ran away
i know it’s been a year
Is this really what my heart has become?
A lock that only your trembling hands hold the key to.
Everything is just way too complex,Especially when you’re always trying to walk away the best.
Everything is silent here.Baby, let me take away your fear, oflove.Love is lost, love is found.Love is short, love is far bound.
All the things I love about you.I love it when you open your eyes in the morning, and sometimes you look a little disgruntled.
Who knew this day would come
We all go our separate ways
After four years high school is done
And the world is coming at us today
I can remember the first day of freshman year
People
You love them
You hate them
People
They make your life hell
but they pull you from the ground to see a brighter day
They don't know when to shut up
It grows
it diminishes
It lives
and it dies
It comes in
all forms
shapes
and size
Do you feel pain?
Because I feel pain
It lives within us
Only exiting when we're ready
Walking in the streets is something I rarely do
There is no way to know whether the next kid shot will be you
Instead I travel in silence from home to school
Quiet mouse in the corner
Imagine what the world would be like if feelings didn’t exist,
If we could just go up and talk to people that we miss.
No one would ever be embarrassed to say
I need you or I don’t like things this way.
Please don't say I'm perfect because you'll soon find out I'm not,
I have some imperfections, to be honest quite a lot,
I don't want to disappoint you, because on your pedestal I can't stay,
“Boys will be boys”, they say
As if somehow their biological makeup is an excuse that allows them to comment on my cosmetic kind
As if what hangs between their legs allows them to get in between mine
What do I think when I hear someone my age say "I wish I was born in another time." ?
I think how sad. In my opinion I would rather be in the 2000's than the 50's, 60's or 70's
Here is why.
He ruins breaks
He has to have everything his way
The world revolves around him
Or so he thinks
You plan a future, though it's not promised to come.
You plant seeds in your yard, but for weeks, the sun hasn't shun.
You know what you like, and know what you do,
They're never the same, it's even obvious to you.
Sometimes being among people feels lonely. Cold,
At times more rotten than winter mold.
Is it through these phones that I must contact thee,
Despite the fact that you sit from me naught but two foot or three.
She stands in the mirror looking at herself, with hollowed out eyes staring back. Tears start to stream down her dry cheeks like a stain glass window pain.
Cogs whistling with friction and heat
Not enough oil to douse these inner defeats
It's like driving a car at top speed without any brakes
A devil-may-care stunt driver I nor anyone I know would claim me to be
I know I can never have you. But the thought that I can at least grab you, makes me smile wide with lines that could go miles. Your past is bad, worth vials. I miss you and you miss me. In the time we spend together somewhat happily. None of
Sterling Klein
I look around
Noticing the little things around me.
That woman over there,
Do you see her?
She's smiling but her eyes look ready to spill.
And that boy,
The bald one,
Is life a thing in which we are to do?
Or instead something which we are to make?
Alone are we to try to make things new?
To try and walk this world so smooth no quake.
Taught in school you will need this and that,
The waves crash upon my feet
Rain pounds in a hypnotic beat
In comes the tide
As my thoughts move aside
The tide grows stronger
It lures me in
The trees and houses tremble under rain,Bombarded, soaked, without a sign of light.As townsfolk wait and try to hide their pain,They wonder how their town could be alright.'Til surely nothing standing could remain,
What are we?
what are we but a mere two specks on a world of seven billion?
what is our world but an average-sized sphere amongst a limit of spheres to which we know no bound?
If I could do,
Anything for you.
I would make the forever be an eternity.
If I could be,
Anything for you.
I will be your happiness and smile,
For those are my treasures.
If I could try,
I sit still.
Thinking.
Breathing.
Is this living?
The power runs through my veins.
Like poison,
Dangerous,
Not for me, but for others.
I don't know what to feel.
So let me be!
No matter how many lights you turn off she still ain't me.You can use the same namesDedicate the same songsretrace the same routineyou’ll still look at her looking for traces of me,
It makes sense that we all be troubled but don't be overwhelmed by your struggle.
You were my first
But I wasn't yours
And it just sucks
Because I'll always remember you
But you'll forget me
In the short lapse between life and death, an individual is taught by society who to love and how to act.
It angers me that so many people follow what they are told.
Past the thresh hold
You would never believe the terrors in the walls of the institution
The terrors of exclusion, and confusion in a potion
My priorities in a gyre I lost all of my devotion
Problems
One word you can't get rid of
It's Contagious
It's incurable
It's in everyone
Side Effect:
Anger, Issue
Failure, depression
The list goes on
World Peace?
for my love is worth an eternety
but the challenge is the hardest to overcome
there is nothing that breaks through my barrier
except for the magic of song
it lifts me up to walk annother mile
Day after day
The test does stay
Fresh in the mind of its taker
Row after row
The bubbles do show
The answers intended by its maker
That blank answer sheet
Proves to be such a feat
As I am a lit lantern,
That ascends and floats over sea;
The fire from within, The breeze that blows me into a cool, salty draft,
Is nothing of a smooth pattern.
It’s a meaningless cliché to tell you to dance like no one’s watching because you know they are, so I’m just going to tell you to dance.
Help
My camera tripod is a robot and it is
trying to kill me I think
Help
pictures of people I don't know are
everywhere
And I am convinced they are past victims so
I am a liar.
I am not honest.
I am not trust worthy.
That is the truth.
I am a liar.
No matter how many times you ask.
No matter how many times you plead.
I'll give the same answer.
My dream is to one day farm,
on a hilltop close to the sun,
atop a hilltop I will farm,
I am from the beach where the breeze relaxes your soul
I am from a season of football dominating the television
I am from a house of two younger sisters talking my ear off about dolls
My dream is to one day farm,
on a hilltop close to the sun,
atop a hilltop I will farm,
What is it that people expect of me?
Being on the honor roll, or being number one in everything?
Maybe even being 'perfect', or do everything flawlessly.
I know about my past.
I think about the time that I clumsily tried to cut my own hair
With a pair of scissors meant to cut construction paper
I think about the day of my first karate class
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Obviously you can see me as you read,
As you watch me speak.
I guess someone like you
Will just have to do,
Because if not you,
Then who?
Am I right?
Kept in confined cages,
waiting out their days.
A peeled radish in the nude,
executed for a posh pelt;
purely for the avarice of humans.
A dorsal fin removed to prepare a luxury soup,
Almost every teenager,
Feels like their struggle is their own.
All of the sadness and anger,
Makes you feel like you're alone.
"Is anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Is anyone aware
What makes me tick, lasts long, isn't quick. To be persistant, to never give up, are just mere descriptions of actions unseen. Student Red can be seen.
They feel fake when they get close to being real
An actor on the stage can try to make you feel
But you go home at curtain’s close
Temporary heartache never grows
Switch them on, switch them off, it’s easy
Bars surround me
like a cage.
No sense of privacy,
for I am upon a stage.
Eyes everywhere...
watching.
Watching my every move...
waiting.
Waiting for me to rise
To be free, to be finished
I long to prove you wrong
I stand tall on my own
to show you I am ready
but the smiles are gone.
He asked for your approval
Given, it was a lie.
He spins on a wheel
and makes your computer screen light up.
They say there's a battery, fluid chemicals,
so that when you press the button,
your car will start.
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.
I’ve got a folder on my email account labeled, “College.”
How’s that for a reality check?
She often likes to pretend she’s some made up character in a movie. Just so she can escape from the reality of herself.
No matter how much you hate, you have to love.
No matter how much you lie, you have to tell the truth.
dealing with reality,
I miss you.
A lot.
And right now everything inside of me
Is much like a night sky in the city:
Polluted with bright fixtures
And neon lights that drown out
You live your life in a haze
Your parents believe it is just a phase
But it is too late: you've already turned to the blade
You find relief in the pain
Say son, what you gonna do?
No one knows but you.
Where you gonna go?
Pick the high road or the low.
When you gonna know?
Boy, you've got to know.
You've got to know.
Speak your mind,
Life is too short to sleep
Nights become extended days
As bills pile up and books become your walls
Classes fill up your autumn, winter and fall
They say Heroine is making a comeback
Well I’d sure hope so because I was born too late to experience the full affect of it with people like me
It’s said to be highly addictive
I want to talk about something that might make you feel a little weird and it’s
vaginas
I think they’re scared
Feel like this civil rights act of 1964 worked a little too well
And people really know that separate yet equal isn’t equal
Someone aked me in one word what i would i describe you as?
Many words came to mind:
Loveing, loyle, wonderfull, blessing, handsome, and quirky
I thought a bit more and mire flooded my mind
I don't believe this is it
The do all end all
Of all things I coud do
Is finding love so wrong?
Because I don't think so
Is giving love so wrong?
Because I don't want to be judged
My sisters and I come from a land of harsh sun where our culture and spirits live.
A place that contains so much more beauty than one could ever witness in a lifetime.
Time flies and so do I
Sixteen years chase at my heels
My legs--new and grown-up sized--propel me forward into the light of the future
I extend a limb, groping for freedom
Home is where the heart is
My heart belongs to you
Home is where its safest
I am safest with you
Home is where love is
My greatest love is for you
Home is where its most beautiful
If I was honest
With myself,
I'd say to the
Mirror
I was a desperate woman,
But only to love
The two people looking back
With everything
That I could ever give
Us
The kids inside the walls become adults
While The kids outside the walls become adults
And The kids inside the walls wash their guilt away with vodka and rum
So they don't have to feel
I feel the cold rush to my bones
the frigid air bites through my skin
I can hear all of the tones
of my music begin
I begin to move my shoulders
my arms
my hands
my fingers
Most times my thoughts are simple
A small idea
They seem doable
But out of no where they grow rampant
Like a cells undergoing mitosis at a dangerous rate
Then doubt starts overtaking.
Beginning at the age of five, I grew up one of the brightest
But to become popular, that didn't help me in the slightest
I had many friends looking back on the years
However, not many who have stayed through the tears
A “tick” is a unit of measurement
Tick
A panhuman understanding of the smallest moment
Tick
A collective monument of time
Tick
A chance is random possibility
Fathom all those worlds
Broken hearts, bleeding hearts,
Tear me open to break me apart. Shattered and shaken and smashed and defeated
We Are All Sinners, So Heed Us And Listen.
Fail to see the light-
Everyone says it but no one knows what for
Everyone wants to play but no one knows the score
You told me I was protected, that no one will find out
That there's no reason to cry, no reason to pout
When I was in high school everyone was skipping class
Not me cuz my mom would kill me if I didn't pass
But it was wreckless
There where kids playing hookie and teachers not taking attendance
Life is on a spiral,
but where will you go?
On the endless loop of the universe,
will you take control?
Or will you let other's chose for you?
what to eat, what to drink, what to think?
How can you look at something with four paws and not see its worth?
How can you mistreat it until it only has three or two not four, as if it is not a living, breathing creature?
Across the way you gaze at her to see that someone special
The instant feel that overcomes in you, you become so sentimental
You’re nervous and you’re twitching as you look upon her beauty
The rust on an old abandoned pianoplays notes with greater grandeur,because now stories and memoriesaren't just stuck in the past's pasture.There are stairs that climb in the old mansion
I know why you do it.
I know that the numbness
and dull moans inside your skull
is near
all consuming.
Some days pain is the only
voice that is shrill enough
to break through
If my love for you could be written into words or defined by actions
Then the moon will fall and the sun will turn cold as that has more of a chance of happening than I do with you.
I want you to know that I can't breathe when you are around
I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love;
It constantly consume me
And just as You tear down my branched breaths of air;
I want you to know that I cant breathe when you are around
I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love;
It constantly consumes me
And just as you tear down my branched breaths of air;
Alone on a couple’s bench I sit
Won’t you come to hear the stories I tell?
For when I disappear, that may be it.
All my life, I stood the misfit,
And to this day I still repel
Alone on a couple’s bench I sit
Won’t you come to hear the stories I tell?
For when I disappear, that may be it.
All my life, I stood the misfit,
And to this day I still repel
From birth we are tested
Spanked on the butt to see if we cry
In Elementary school we learn for standardized tests
"You're learning this because it's on the test"
just seeing him makes me angry
just seeing his greying hair,
his yellow and brown teeth
that cost 10,000 dollars to replace
last time
his thinning body
I can't be mad at you, nothing was your fault.
You were hurt, and pain changes things.
I was there for you through it all
and I expected nothing in return
I wasn't even mad when you left
But I hoped
The life we're living
is so technologically driven
Our eyes are glued
Our minds subdued
From staring at a screen
With our heads down.
Our lives are controlled
they tell us we need it
My days are fading away
every second my life decays
into the San Francisco Bay
I dont have much to say
except every time I lie in my bed at night
I dream of better days coming to my sight
Some say memorizing the thoughts in your head
Emotion to the pencil, and the tears that you bled to the lead
Is easier than just writing a poem
Certain situations set our mindsets out of this world
I lay in bed thinking of life and how's it been for me.
Looking in the mirror I see the girl I lost years ago.
The one who was carefree and joyful.
The one who bloomed and loved.
God has given me chances to live a life.
When I was sick, He cured me.
When I was cold, He warmed me.
When I wanted to give up, He helped me.
Why?
Because God loves me!
As the day shifts to night,
I can't help but think I'm falling apart.
It's the pain of living within a curse.
A mark that has filled me with broken dreams and fears.
I can't help but to cry the pain away.
You shake and tremble
And try not to cry out in fear
As the masses begin to assemble
With your fellow warriors near
So your nerves start to wane
And a smile breaks across your face
There is naught but a whisper
A tendril of hair
A piece of mind
And a tail of dispair
Here be red splatters
Dead matter
Sleepless powers
Overwhelming, it cowers
I see what his addiction does to himI watch as he destroys everything beautiful and goodHe is thirty, and sometimes he drinksI am eighteen, and sometimes I get lonelyWe meet at the park
We teach tolerance.
What a disgusting word. "Tolerate". A word that one spits out, like a bad taste you can't wash away.
Better wash your hands, it makes you dirty.
Dad's on the computer
Filling out another application
He's trying to find
Another occupation.
In the doctors office, they record my weight, height, and vision.
They take meaningless numbers of my blood pressure and glucose.
At home they count how many chores I didn't do, what time it was that I didn't go to sleep.
Although we advancewe live a lie,in an engineered trance,what dies is our mindsand although we have risen, now we must fallthat, is a given, we must learn to crawl
You stare in the mirror.
The white glow of the sun,
peaks through the windows as if they are a spotlight,
trying to spot out your flaws.
You lift up your shirt,
you see the crescents,
hills,
I have never known that sweet rush of risk,of doing the unknown without a care,of wandering into the taboo, of screaming forhours untold, of dancing throughout the storm.
smilingcracks acrossmy faceit hurts.rips apartthe dreamforgotten.bloody sightinsidethe restsmiling.joy unknownlostinside me.
I want to teach the world
I want to help all those who need help
to me has been hurled
News that made me yelp
Teachers dont make much money
I'm not greedy I don't want to be rich
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Another anxious night and I just don’t know where to begin
Should I do what I want to do or
Do what I have to do? #teenangst
There are millions more like me,
Falling down so fast;
No one ever wonders, "Who are we?
They do not see what I feel inside
But they see the smile that I can not hide
Day after day I please their needs
But I am never questioned about what I need
What did I do
People are always asking me questions.
Who? What? When? Why?
These questions make me feel as I am running out of time.
Time is valuable, time is sacred.
The daunting height of human creation
Rises to the sky a callous cultivation
Of unbridled and unyielding fallacies
Diversity. We live in a world of diversity. There are different eyes, different lives, different people. We walk in different shoes and we talk so different. We can accept that we are different, But Why can't we accept people who are DIFFERENT.
I sit here so simply under the cottonwood trees
Resting and wondering, What's out there for me?
A world so vast and so much to see
Yet I remain under the cottonwood trees
Though I waited for you,
All along the trail my shoes made was doubt
In the form of crushed ice-crystals
Maimed by the soles of my boots.
There was a moment where I thought
I could hear you whispering,
You never understood why I loved the rain.
Or why I would kick off my shoes and dance,
Even though my clothes got soaked.
You just went inside and watched from the window.
You moved to my street on a Sunday
People pass by but no one sees you
Your fragile home is built every night
I have to admit
That sometimes I’m "not all there"
I’m a great actor
Playing the part
And choosing what to share
I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork.
It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time.
My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
The soft tapping of fingers across a keyboard is enticing, however it’s merely a false decoy to suppress the writers block that has invaded the vast expanses of your mind; somehow molding the extensive colors and ideas and forcing them in
The world I live in is a world different from others, where children are abandoned and left by their mothers
A world where respect and pride means more, than a degree you worked just four years for
The world I live in is a world different from others, where children are abandoned and left by their mothers
A world where respect and pride means more, than a degree you worked just four years for
To a private uni
I hope to go
But a public institution cost more than I own
School is expensive, this we all know
I could use the money, because I’m paying on my own
I’m Tired of smiling.
Honestly I am.
Because to most I’m just that pretty girl.
That girl with the polite speech,
Jokes to crack,
And a shoulder for everyone to lean on.
There are many things that make me think. Where to go, what to eat, what will to me in the future. Sometimes I feel like I might sink if I don't find the link between my questions and my life.
I cannot just unpack, distract, extract my feelings.
Help mother, help me!
I call, but I do not call all at once.
Signs of my pain were given but not noticed.
She finally opened her eyes when I was on the verge.
Oh god...You can't stop it
Its coming out like vomit
It tatse worse than the bitterest of pills
You feel it bubbling in your stomach
Red hot and malicious
IT HURTS!
You dream of the day wicked worries float awayOnly to repeatedly learn they are here to stay.
I close my eyes and let the darkness engulf me
I grab hold of reality, then fall into a deep abyss
My past is my nightmare and I am the creator
My heart, with wet tissues and closed valves, aches
I am always at war
Is what I'm saying getting through?
Can you see the words I say?
What are the colors of my actions,
and does what I look like affect
how you think?
When we look at the clouds
I exist on a diet of coffee and pills.Mocha and fluoexetine.One to keep me up, one to keep me down,one to keep me awake, one to put me to sleep,one in the morning, one at night,doctor’s orders.
Staring at the stage, amazed
Leaps lighter than air, feet pointed in straight perfection
The gems dazzle as the light hits them, as they gracefully flaunt across the floor
I wish
Never could afford dance classes
When they flew across the Atlantic with two kids at hand
When they only hoped to lift their kids up higher than themselves
When they had nothing but a dream
You'll understand one day.
A day when reality kicks in
Like in the month of May.
When childhood is thrown in a bin
You have to plan and think
She jerks on the grey t-shirt
Inconspicuous, safe.
Then comes the sweatshirt
the jeans and worn sneakers
The good girl for her parents
the Never Sneaks Out
or smokes or drinks or cheats
You are the sun
You shine bright even with the scars you hold.
I cannot compare to the light you emit
I blend with the shadows and the darkness
Allowing it to control my emotions.
You are the sun.
I like to think I’m always smiling
I wish that that were true
And all the things I labor for
Are always meant for you
Mama told me someday I'd be bigger
And everything in the world will come quicker.
Daddy told me to just enjoy right now
Complaining that I would never would slow down.
Listen
I dont need your touch
I just want your touch
Sometimes I crave it: Just a hit once in a while, Just a few moments of everything I want to hear
Listen
What makes me tick?
Girls are no longer women or ladies
but bitches and hoes
girls no longer read books
I make mistakes,it's normal, right?So long as you don't judge me,we'll get along. But lately,you haven't been supportive.
Whatever happened to the real girl.The one who isn't artificial, superficial, or materialistic.Whatever happened to her? She isn't fake, nor claim to be real, but just is.
And so it begins.
We are born
babes, wide eyed and
curious.
Rightfully so,
as the world is something
worth the curiousity.
As we grow old
stresses litter our lives.
Girl?
1. sorry, mere glass mirror to reflect
Man twice his size
2. Driveway-Shoveling, Robot-Building
Metal-Welding Quasi-Man
3. extra “X” chromosome weak
Unable to carry the bloodline like him
You pretended to be my friend.
You victimized and oppressed.
Don't you feel something in your heart that will enable you to stop?
You may feel like you're on top of the world
I am an artist
I cannot spit rhymes or play drums
When I sing you won’t hear melodies
Me dancing is not an eye opening event
You won’t catch me acting in front of crowds
I am an artist
Art is my art
Living since the day I was born,
Dying until the day I'm dead,
And in the interim, it is and has always been, a still-life of what's in my head.
Some people believe the human race originated from a God creating life,
or other animals such as monkeys,
or when the earth was created humans just happened.
Today I woke up feeling grateful
And for what?
I don't have the fanciest clothes, nor the richest house
Who are they to say I can't? Who are they to say that if I fell i won't get up and run?
Did those who didn't believe in me do it for the fun? I ask myself, will they ever put down that gun?
Life is short, a brief moment, the blink of an eye.
You're here for nary a second, and then you say goodbye.
Are you willing to say with all of your soul, that this life is it, there is no end goal?
We're so young,
In a world so old.
We think we know what we want,
And what we need.
We form dreams,
And run after them.
However,
Sometimes while we're running,
This earth thirsts for something she cannot name
And water cannot replace.
Duty has dampened my dreams
Until they are too heavy to carry
And so I leave them in the mud
Sometimes I wonder;
Life doesn't make sense.
Where am I going?
It's all just nonsense.
Today I was looking
For something to hold.
There was nothing...
Until I found something bold.
Can we really know what makes us tick?
What stabs our heart or gives our heel a prick?
What makes things stick?
In our hearts-
in our minds-
in our souls?
What is that push inside us
It was Back Then, we mud pies were al i made, it was then when playing past dark meant that i was geting older. It was th when rain puddles were inviteing, and going to bed wasn't on my to do list.
2012 was a horrible year.
Now My life is filled with tears.
Called me and my sister in the living room,
That is when they announced the BIG OL' BOOM!
Even through the all the crap we still stayed together
But we were just so young, we didn't know any better
Side by side even through the lies through all the pain
As time sailed on, we learned nothing would stay the same
Of all the world we live in and all the time we have been given,
we have yet to find our sage.
Lack of wisdom, originality, kindness, and individuality
and way to much consumption in this day of age.
You never talk to me unless I start the conversation
You only want me around when you need me
I'm never good enough
Everything happens for a reason. You don't always know the reason. You might want to know every reasons, but you cant. You have to just go with the flow. Flow you say? What does going with the flow have to do with anything?
They say things happen for a reason but I don't believe'em.
Most of the time things just happen to happen,
You look to the future and it becomes your past.
Today's weapons are not guns nor knives.
The 20 first century weapons consist of Photoshop and lies.
Media is the weapon itself,
To be heard is a dream
A want, a wish, a need.
To be heard is a thought
That leads to loss and confusion amongst.
Who would listen to a naive girl
There are moments in time when a sound hits your ear drums before your eyes reach the sight,
and moments in time when your nostrils fill up a familiar fragrance before you catch sight of the body of which it lies upon.
No one knows how he feels. They just laugh and call him names, for what seems like no reason.
It's just the boy with his head down
Sunday-
Good bye
Those were our last words
Good bye
That is where it all ends and begins
Good bye
To my one and only
Good bye
"Anything is possible in college" he said
Good bye
hey darling, darling
you say we’re the sun and the moon
evil and good
fire and ice
but darling, darling
what’s this tied between us
not frozen not burned?
sweetheart, dearheart,
Am I bothering you?
Does the love that I have for my beautiful girlfriend, stiffen your heart?
Does it make you shiver that the genuine love between us is very much real?
We wonder, we ponder how tragedy must feel
Is it like burning or a pure sensation
With every waking moment you feel broken and helpless
As you weep in sorrow you think of all the good times and laughter
If I am to go on.
I'm going to need help.
I cannot do life alone.
It would be an impossible task.
If I am to go on.
I'm going to need help.
I cannot do life alone.
It would be an impossible task.
Antigone, you’d imagine Things Fall Apart.
But in that Heart of Darkness,
You will find your sea and the light,
Hush and the room lies still
not a peep can be heard —
a fridge door open
or a blender cycle.
yet the utter peace lacks ingredient x.
Easily, everyday becomes every other day, always becomes maybe, then our love becomes astray.
My mom is my everything.She knows what’s going on,Without telling her anything.She can pinpoint what’s wrong.
The bane of woman’s existence
Is to be beautiful—flawless
Though the beauty they seek is fraudulent
Do you want to see into my mind?
There is no darkness there
As you may think.
The world around me dimming
Trees shoot up from the ground
All around
Red, and golden leaves, and green
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Retweets!
Shares!
Regrams!
Likes!
Reblogs!
We've gotten so accustomed to social media
that the only way we help
is through
them
We don't help like we used to
When you start to hate the people you love,that's when it's time to walk away. If loving them brings you more pain than happiness except that things have changed and move on.
42.
The answer to life, the universe, and
Everything.
What is 6 times 9?
The question.
A nihilist laughing at the world.
There is no point.
The answer and question cannot
I thought of you when I was lonely.
I smiled at your picture in my mind.
I laughed with you and we shared our vented feelings-
our Joys, our Sorrows, our Angers.
It's amazing how one thought can lead to ten thoughts
Can lead to a hundred thoughts
Can lead to a thousand thoughts
Swirling around all at once,
Some screaming to be heard and others taking the back burner
Dear every person who says that a mental illness is nota valid reason for not being able to attend school normally,
What makes me tick?
What grinds my gears?
The things that I've held in for years.
What makes me tick?
What makes me mad?
All the things I've never had.
I am the antagonist in my protagonist’s life
I am the anger I face during this time
This wall of emotional numbness has been built through strife
Most of life you take sitting down
Too much of love is just running around
I'm usually lost and never found
I get so restless in this town.
There comes a time in every teen's life when they open their eyes. It seems like through grammar and middle school we've all been walking without sight.
I am not a lone runner,
Mama. Didn't you hear?
There are 5 others out there
Who share my fear
I am not a lone runner,
Mama. Can't you see?
There are 5 other girls
Very similar to me.
I fake a smile
And I think it looks real
I doubt that a soul
Really knows what I feel
I force a chuckle
Then let out a sigh
Just a few signs
It's a free country, they said.
There are free rights, they said.
You won't be victimized because of your unchangeable aspects, they said.
They said that everyone will be treated equal in the United States of America.
Connected by waves,
we fail to understand as our thoughts travel globally.
Power to love or radical idea?
Thinkin about tomorrow just got a whole lot better
with infinite possibilities of paths to be taken
with a yearning for a brighter day
where all seems just right
Another flight overhead of the Arctic
Flying into smog-filled Beijing, the sky is a friend who has dyed her hair black
A friend who is a stranger, a friend who smokes.
What makes me tick.
It is difficult to describe.
Why do I do things the way I do?
I don't write for anyone.
I will not be defined by my "stereotypical" gay voice
I will not be defined by my love
I will be defined by the actions I choose
I will be defined by lives I want to change
I am the self-constructed skyscraper oddly placed in a small town
I am the wrecking ball that crashed into the building’s sides and tore it down
I am the steeple that replaced the skyscraper and
I walked toward you.
You, holding an empty handle
Connected to a door that opened to nowhere I wanted to go.
You called it an adventure,
A trip that lasted a full day,
Two if you were lucky.
For days I have wondered what I shall do,
Wandering the streets of my mind aimlessly through and through,
Through dreams I see the beauty of all things arise,
People always question how I live my life
They say I'm missing out from what I do with my time
But I've never seen it that way, although the feeling comes and goes
I will hold onto His promise because I know
So many things unsaid
So many thoughts running through my head
I've tried to let go of them now
and believe it will get better somehow.
The past is all in the past,
We all say we want to be something.
Something eye-catching so that someday,
somewhere,
someone notices.
We've become fixated on making ourselves
bigger that we've forgotten what it was like
Waltz with a tornado and be swept off your feet. A natural disaster for dancing, he cannot lead. So destruction is sure to follow him. Ballrooms are no place for a twisted lover. Or his 21 year-old tantrums.
My eyes closed-Shut tight and I breathe outSlowly, deeply.Then I see it.What I've been waiting for.My inspiration,My dream turned toWords-filling my mindAs thoughts.
A million miles traveled in chapped cracked lip carriers
Vibrant white shoes standing in a doorway
Waiting to pass beyond the welcome mat
Form imprints in the carpeting
Politricks at its best
Hollowing out our minds
Arguing our insignificant things
Right and Left Wings
Illusions they cast
Money sucking leeches
Greed is what it is all about
Life sucking leeches
Draining the middle class of all they have
Game playing leeches
Toying with the little man’s life placing him in poverty
Angels have dropped out of the sky
Leaving black plumes in their wake
The feathers from their wings
Have left tears on the faces of those who loved them
And lost them.
Destiny,
Defined as the destination of life predetermined by fate.
Definitions are great,
But my own destiny I will create.
It was an anarchic temper tantrum of your authority
That rained down terror in your corporal rage
And I tried to pit myself against the habit
But sometimes I like feeling this way!
I couldn’t live when you left me
Tears drip from a dark, weary cloud
Soaking the world in a wet darkness
Dampening the spirits of the grass and the trees
So even the sun has it’s head bowed.
As the water falls below
It depresses the people
I look to my left, then to my right; no one to turn to.
I sit here in solitude.
Confined by a world of billions, I feel alone.
This loneliness won’t leave me alone.
I lay upon a rubbery bed,
My mind fuzzy with lethargy,
And ponder what was in my head,
When I had decided not to sleep,
And that's when they dragged her in,
I keep glue on my fingers so nothing falls apart
So my hands stay stuck to those of my family
Of my friends
So I’m not alone in the void of the world
And maybe sometimes so they’re not alone too.
Counselor: How bout we start by you telling be about yourself
ME: *sigh*
So where do it start?
Rushing through our daily commute,
coming home to watch our TVs on mute.
Manipulated by all the manufactured designs
can no one tell that these are all signs?
They are trying to mold us, one by one
I call it moving upstairs.
There’s a widow’s watch on top of an old yellow house
And I go there to think.
It’s full of squashy cushions
And there’s always a hot cup of tea sitting on the windowsill.
Depression is a widow's veil.
A black, looming object..light and wispy, blowing with every change of the wind.
It's flowery design serves to hide the pain and agony that lies beneath.
Often times my father will say,"whats with this generation today?"And I'll stop and think about what we've donethat is so goddamned bad
Obviously the foriegn warscorruption in the state
You lift me up, with your strong gaze
You hold my heart, with your fatal love
You build me up like a fire
and would let me burn down the world with a rush.
What started out as a red ember,
led to a crush.
If I was skinnier, If I were prettier. If I spoke softer, if I laughed less,If I was half of the woman I am,
My mind is a labyrinth......
Intertwining with every new thought
And with every thought I care to hide away.
Some of my thoughts are filled with
That disease of the mind that I can’t contain,
Do you know what it's like,
To like boys and girls in a small, Southern
Predominantly Christian town?
To hear your peers talk about homosexuality being wrong and weird?
It's not odd to feel out of place
I call that being part of the human race
Sometimes I feel down with the tears of a clown,
Is this what a human is really like?
The tears that run down my face
Under the blankets of my bed
I awake.
Even if my mind feels dead
It's not.
It runs from the boogie creature:
A killer.
But even in my dreams I still seek her
(Seek me).
You sit and do nothing as time flies while you wait for something. Tomorrow comes, whats done? You can't figure out why this key you have isn't working. Its because you've done nothing to unlock the pontial you have, you've wasted time.
My heart beats seventy-eight times per minute,
But when I met you it fell to zero.
For I remember the day you told me that you loved me,
The days you would hold me dearly
You fill my brain with words,Words in beautiful, clever quotes,An array of wisdom I adore,Nearly drowning in Post-It notes.
Who are you?
I'm Kimberlyn -
The one who spent
Every weekend,
And those sticky, sweet, Georgia summers
At your house making memories.
The one that glistened
Every Christmas
My mother drives me insane,
She drives me up the wall,
Yet she finds a way to help me
Get through it all.
My mother may bother me,
And make me want to leave home,
But i know that when i go,
Words dripping from your mouth
Splatter in my mind
The darkening of a storm
Your words cloud my vision
Lie
Can't see straight
Your angle is swirling
The wall builds between us
They tell us
we'll never make it
There's nothing out there for people like us
we're dumb, we're stupid, we're the weak parts
But we
We are the contenders
Trials and tribulations will befall us us
Not everything works
Like it used to when
We were young
Disease fills us
Disorders rot our minds and
We’re never cured
Anxiety creeps up
Fire that you ignore but
Can’t put out
You live in a land full of freedom,
But you can’t even stand up to sing the national anthem?
Free will to do and say whatever you please,
Meanwhile a soldier just got a double amputation above his knees.
At night when your sleep ,someone is up talking loud,
That really makes me mad, I hout to get up early tomorrow,
Your voice is so annoying,I can hardly dream,
Dream a dream of piece with you not their,
If my head was an attic I would claim that is empty
Nothing worth Seeing
Nothing at all
People claim that this is a lie and secrets can be found an adventure to be had
But when I venture up into there
America is my home
In no small way am I alone
but we don't want to be acting like fools,
so American society has to set a rule:
I watched a video of a man
Chemistry makes my brain cells popNot knowing is what makes me rock.Like a stone that will grow no mossI must push to let others know my thoughts
There is no such thing as a snow flakes in a thunder storm
the things you say make un-warm
make me feel as if i dont belong
as a matter of fact i dont
because i have the most wonderful thing
I am alive in my room
Where there are two windows
One right, one left
The right one is painted white, layered with curtains of daffodils
The left window is clean and clear, framed in black porcelain
i'm not the one to be crossed;
over; double.
your fear is to never be forgiven, then why?
you make it seem like a game and i'm player two,
but now i'm sharing the controller.
i'm not the only one am i?
Our brain is filled with neurological wonders.
It is up to us whether we achieve greatness or plunder.
Senseless violence follows you like a shadow, like it’s all you’ve ever known,
Into here
A place we hoped and prayed and idealistically expected would be your safe haven,
I’m sitting in AP Biology and I’m asking why.
Why do people cry?
Why do bees dance to explain directions?
It doesn't matter come rain, snow, sleet, or hail.
My fortress will withstand any weather.
Made of the finest in protective materials,
My fortress cannot be bothered.
Some days that material is ice,
From the beauty of the dark, to the beauty of the sun
With you, anything can be done
You are the spark that lit up my heart
Once to be thought, that I lived in a horrid dark
I don't want us to break, to fall apart
Now this poem might start off as a little bit rude
but i think its time to speak some real hard truth
on the matters at hand that are destroying society
and bringing on an age of violence and mediocrity
People say
Being at the bottom
Means there’s only one way to go-
Up.
But does it ever feel to you
That when you hit bottom,
You see the top,
You see where you want to be,
Lost socks in the dryer
Fumes from a fire
Flat tires and cigarette buyers
Making me tick
Are lost guitar picks
Bullies who flick
Children who never pick
Money won't fix
I'm tired of logging on to the internet
I'm tired of reading all these hateful comments
calling people fags, retards, and noobs
I'm tired of adults telling us to get over it
Tell me do you think I am blind?To the continuous jabs from mankind?Or maybe you would like to just keep me behindIn step with those composed and confinedIn a world where equality is so restricted and unkind.
My Mind is of the Forest, wide and everlasting,
Yet subtle in its dominance; its same frailty—
At Wind’s command the Trees do bow
You like your lemonade freshly squeezed, extra sugar.
It gives you that feeling of content, satisfaction.
You fit in.
Everyone wants that feeling, but you can’t reach it
My Mind is of the Forest, wide and everlasting,
Yet subtle in its dominance; its same frailty—
At Wind’s command the Trees do bow
The day in the park,
The sun beamed on my shoulders,
It warmed our bodies,
Like our own spotlight through the trees.
Being in your arms,
It's like a magic trick.
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind.
Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
You, the ones before us, burnt the world to ash
And we were left to pick through the cinders.
You say to yourselves in muffled voices,
Depression
Have you ever heard of such a thing?
A dark passenger that takes your soul
A marriage without a ring
Anxiety
Have you ever felt such an emotion?
What if we're alone?
The stars we see merely an echo;
Of something long gone
What if God abandoned us;
Or lost us to infinite space?
We wouldn't know until it was too late;
Until the last of us died,
Look into my eyes and I’ll tell you who you are.
Romantic, that’s just what I am.
Can’t seem to work it out though – not that far.
So you want to know what I’m thinking
As I sit in this corner on a sunny day
But these lips are sealed so why bother
It’s for the protection of you and not me
Deep Throat
I wrote a verse, I told men shot down in the town
Cops are up to no good, they give us a bad name.
I walk the street night and day, cops try to stop me,
The Molester
(Villanelle Revised Edition)
After childhood, you grew longer, taller, your face slimmed
Physical transformations and new outlooks on life born
Fathers on Saturday
saturday afternoon, after taking a nice hot shower
and getting into my long, black sundress with the pink flowers
and pinning my braids back before opening the back door
Sinking slowly at first
I kept myself afloat
For a good amount of time
I was offered plenty of hands
Voices screamed
“Here, grab onto me!”
I denied each and every hand
Since i was kid i never really fit in
A loner, an out cast, always had to sit in
I was different, I had talent
i drew, while they play
I sang while they play
I could never understand what normal ment
As time progresses we find ourselves trapped
We fight against aging but remain in its grasp
The clock ticks on and relentlessly taps
So I allow time to evaluate my past
By looking back I am able to decrypt
Inside my mind i find myself preparing for act I. Never really knowing that the play has already begun, I have played the fool and have beheaded the Queen. I have been spy and mercenary and revolutionary and everything in between.
My stomach is empty for their rights
I am cleansing my body of political injustices
The system that teaches me is robbing others
I am the voice of those who work under you
This must stop
Every morning I walk along the promenade
only to find hundreds of scorched soldiers scattered across the sidewalk.
For a while I wondered what had caused them to end up this way,
It’s hard to rise again
After life has repeatedly punched you in the gut
Forcing you on your back in the most vulnerable position,
The wind being knocked out of you.
It’s a struggle to want to go on.
Air has been getting lighter since I was pushed in,
Feels like forever ago.
Water has been getting murkier the deeper I sink,
Roof hidden from the low.
Dark sky with a strip of light
Dark night with a patch of light
Seems equivalent to my life at the moment
That little bit of light could be anything
Just depends on the day or week
The light could be dance
Right now,
The walls are closing in,
It's really getting really hard because I'm losing all my friends,
And I'm suffocating because I'm running out of room here.
Films are on my mind.
They exist within a frame that isn't too hard to find,
but always tangible in my eyes.
The faces of my favorite actors
stepping into roles and sneaking behind the silver screen.
When I was eight, I tried to hand my crush a cookie
he stared at it and said, "do blacks make their cookies different?"
I stared at his bright freckled hand and fire glazed hair
Beauty in individuality,
Everyone seems to think with the same brain,
Singularity is a rarity,
Gather us and tie us with the same chain.
People wish to seek social acceptance,
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:
A politician would say, “The people and what is right!”
A scientist would say, “The collaboration between all of the organ systems in the body.”
Execute the steps to show the solution
Quietly follow order to dissolution
Cause leads to effect and beginning to end
A heart,
Broken by all the lies; all the black thoughts that lie in the mind.
The mind,
That composes images and plays scenarios of unwanted memories.
Memories,
And so they were laid
Words never to be written
Songs never to be sung
Crimes never to be committeed
An old wooden box, nothing much,
A rusty key, rough to the touch,
Alone, they are nothing,
Only antiques,
When it comes to sexting in public,there are a few things to know:
Tick tick tick
Does my mind really tick?
Is it a clock on the wall,
or a watch on my wrist?
What a funny saying,
that minds
Tick
I guess it must be because
our lives are run by time.
In our primary years of schooling, we learned how to work together,
That sharing is caring and be nice to your neighbor,
Also, just don't eat the sand out of the sandbox.
What makes me tick
More like what makes me think
About knowing the unknown
Or why girls are associated with the color pink
Random scenarios make me tick
She waits there waiting for the time she has been waiting for, to be forgotten was not her choice from every point of view she has been with a smile that never disappears.
I once asked my self a question
and that question was why.
Why do I live to die?
Why do I die to live?
Why does practice make prefect?
If noone is prefect.
Why be optimistic when I can be pessimistic?
I need the thousand dollars,
So I can graduate with honors
And become a scholar
To help people fight their monsters
By becoming a doctor
And educating people about health,
I’m tired of the lectures
Full fletched and expanded till all time is gone
Such a perfect image that they have,
Such a flawed fact that I see
The words, they drown me
This person I am
She tries.
I used to believe once that all humans were strong
That they were all titans that could only fall when pushed to the brink of self mutilation
Time passes
Quickly
the clock ticks
Away
roll the days.
A child is born
Eyes open wide and she take in the world
Days turn to weeks
to months
to years.
I’m never “in on the joke”
Never have I understood it
The joke lurks on every screen
Selling everything from salt to shoes
Like sugar it seduces people
I have decided to take the leap and go off to college.
Leaving behind my family, town, and friends of my current knowledge.
While off I will be free to explore,
To discover the world once hidden beind closed doors.
In today's world,
A woman has to walk with her head held high,
But still constantly checking behind her back,
Because of the constant threat of rape,
Or death.
In today's world,
These four walls... Why are we not stepping out to answer our call? Why are we looking around only to see the world around us fall? Look at us with our rituals.
Full CircleThat’s what I’ve done.I use to hate myself, hate my body, hate my hair.I use to wear a mask, pretend I wasn’t there.I use to hurt those who’s done nothing but care.
Thoughts come in, thoughts go out
I jump from this to that and back to this
The world is spinning I am losing control!
And then...I think of you.
You, who has pulled me off the ground,
You say I'm not skilled enough, clever enough, qualified enough
You say I can't be as smart, as strong, as independent as the guy sitting next to me
We all use our mind as a form to escape
from the world around us
from what kids call "the bad thing"
We see things that not ever one catches
and our mind discards it
if it hurts
Strangers are the only ones who make me feel beautiful
Those I have known make me feel improved
What Makes Me Tick
The sound of scratching,
On a chalkboard.
Using a pen and not putting the cap back on;
A bottomless pit;
the black hole we avoid peering too far into
for fear we might fall-
Fall deep into a subconscious
Listen, I'm just trying to get my dreams out. Turn the seeds I planted into a green house. Then let it all blossom and bloom into success right?
Oh my little doggies, I see you all in there.
Barking and whining, hoping someone cares.
Small and quiet, timid, afraid
I need out of this labrynthine maze!
Of things I must do and things I must not.
Why can't I find my way to the top?
That beautiful place, held dear in my mind.
For I have known the eyes already, known them all,
Eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated sprawling on a pin
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
The Center of American Progress projected that by 2015, guns are expected to surpass motor vehicle crashes as a cause of death for young people.
From Sandy Hook to UC Santa Barabara.
Young potential has been halted.
Sometimes we do things
that we don't want to share.
We know that it's wrong,
but we don't really care.
We laugh, we bully,
and we are very mean,
but that doesn't stop us
from thinking we are queen.
Dear Teen Vogue,
You know, I’d be a lot prettier if I were 6’2
Because then, the thickness of my thighs would be non-existent
They’d be shapely. Toned. Long. Lean and Stunning
It feels so fake a place unknown,
But a blur in my imagination,
Bang, Bang! She dropped
Down,down,down, plummeting
She's gone dropped dead on the ground.
Blank Petal falls upon scarlet excess,
A limited reservoir painting the organic canvas.
Drenched in a coat of lover's rose,
Have you ever really thought about life?
Have you ever tried to understand the world you live in?
It’s important to break past the tunnel vision and gain new perspectives.
Provoking gives you pleasure
It only infuriates my mind.
Bashing on my purity
Pushing down my fortes
Life is now defined.
Misery chasing me
While my triumphs invite pride.
You catch sight;
The thing that really makes me tick is the continuousclock's hands beating to the rhythm of time, and I just wanna screambecause time is nothing nothing nothing compared to what we've
It breaks my heart
to think
that the cost of an education
can turn someone away
from the dream they once had.
Future doctors,
engineers,
lawyers,
journalists,
Flavors of faces too numerous to count,
Jagged-toothed smiles, worn out from laughter and delight,
The desire to create, electrifying little hands,
Eyes that glisten with the imagination of worlds to be discovered,
I’m thinking of a place
God, help me get there
I want to reach it
What does it feel like?
I’m running in a race
This not so morbid cemetery, with its alive colorful flowers placed everywhere, is a beautiful and peaceful place to be. The morning dew brings the smell of freshly cut grass to my nostrils.
We are not invincible,
Bones break
Like glass shatters
We are young
Hearts burst open thousands a day
We are human
Quite the antonym
Of perfection
I’m a young girl,
Naively so.
I haven’t seen much in my days,
But I’ve seen the season and the snow.
I’ve watched out my window as the leaves fall to the ground
It slips through your hand, goes left when you're right
it develops, it's planned, it's the gift of life.
We're let down, we're uplifted, we're lied to, but we're strengthened .
Life excites me.
The birds chirping,
Trees swaying,
The sun on my cheeks,
Or
The idea of something new,
Seeing someone I live to love,
It all makes me jump for joy.
There are a couple of centimeters of skin
that you can pull off of my arms,
where muscles have atrophied
for two years from underuse.
The skin is soft, but when
you pinch it you can feel a
Snap. Snap. Snap.
The woman sitting across from me pops her gum in time with the second-hand on my watch.
Bu-duh. Bu-duh. Bu-duh. Bu-duh.
When you tell me
To "speak my mind,"
Don't assume by the silence gracing your ears
That I have nothing to say.
People always
Jump to conclusions,
Falling into the trap
Up the road's your future
Down the lane's your past
A decision must be made
Hurry up and make it fast
Up ahead are storm clouds
Back behinds the sun
You decide to keep on going
Pockets empty now
Head full of wonderful thoughts
Still can't catch a break
Drowning in debt feels right now
It's the American dream
It's amazing to me; the fact that there is so much unexplored, unlearned and unkown is mesmorizing for someone who wants to take in as much as they can before they're gone.
The idealistic daughter you dreamed me to be
is fading from your ever-perfect memory.
With a bar set too high for my pitiful aim
I've let you down time and time again.
The unreachable expectations have led me
There is no thirst for knowledge.
The children don't want to learn.
Ignorance is bliss, they say.
When will their minds turn?
It is not enough to be knowing,
only enough to keep going.
What gets you ticking you ask?
What gets me ticking is the breeder
The sounds of her own regrets
The impressions she places down upon me, stained upon my chest
By the shore, I sit
Each wave its own soundtrack
Allows my troubles to unravel.
Children play left and right
Out the front door
I strode, shoulders back
My grin exposing every tooth
A quick glance to my feet
The light blue sneakers glittering before me
MY curiosity fills me with questions
DAYS go by before I can answer myself
ARE my understandings that limited, or
FILLED with more knowledge than I can use?
WITH my abilities and desire to know,
My misery pours out of my eyes, as I drown in my sorrow. With a face of an angel, it hides the pain that lies behind my smile. Hands of my kind soul hide the past from a blade, taken to the soft skin of my youth.
Friends. That is what
They claim to be.
Yet they reek of insincerity.
They look but to not see
A heart laid bare.
It merely receives an unconcerned stare.
They hear but do not listen
she hides her beautiful self,
avoiding the arguing,
avoiding the bottles thrown at the shelf.
attempting the stop her eyes from crying,
but she can't,
If you don’t like me,
Say it to my face.
Got a problem with me?
Say it to my face.
Don’t want to talk to me?
Say it to my face.
If you hate me, wish I was dead,
Roots grow and grow and grow.
Plunging deep beneath the soil
Despite the above toil
Of birds and bees and human needs
Roots grow and grow and grow.
I grow and grow and grow.
I didn’t say I love you
I said pass me the potatoes
I said I have to work late tonight
What I meant was I miss being alone with you
I didn’t say fuck you, go to hell
I said I’m on the toilet
Rest teabags asleep on my sleepless eyes
And dream of the fragments within my mind
Fill the empty void inside
The fame, the fortune,
Where does it all go?
To waste.
They say they help, they say they care,
“March on,”
He says.
My frail bones sag beneath the load;
Too many burdens hang on these tired shoulders,
Too many regrets of grand proportion.
Darkness falls
And with it comes the shrills of mothers,
Through clouded windows she sees light
Lite breeze rolls through the night
Night falls on the pavement
Paves the way for the soul
Soulful music through the air
His airs stifling with knowledge
*Tunas = spanish word for prickly pears
Standing in line to eat the tunas
was always like waiting for a roller coaster ride.
There’d always be 5 or 6 of us cousins,
I realized
this is getting redundant
I realized it
never trully accepted it
hated that what i am doing
is repetitive
tedious
I hate being one to complain
feeling alone
Uh in this world
We listen to the public
To things society says
Speak something of it
Searching for the person to be
Sit here do nothing
Fighting while chasing our dreams
Failures no option
Driving is something we all enjoy at first but after time it becomes a drag.
For me drivig can stil be fun, just don't be that back seet driver.
I know where i'm going,
Don't tell me where to turn,
“Good night,” they say to one another;
Two love birds postpone a return
To which the dark takes to cover,
waking up leaves a bitersweet taste
sleep is serene, its an escape
for when you awake
you're looking in the face of reality,
a reality where it seems
the bad outweighs the good
As a child,
I couldn't wait to grow up.
I wanted to go to high school,
Just like my big brother.
I wanted to go to dances and play sports.
I always enjoyed my brothers books,
I loved to learn.
Do you feel good
As their voices scream inside
Unable to be heard
By us on the outside
Do you feel good
Dumping chemicals into their eyes
As they twist, and turn in pain
I come from two people that I don’t resemble
A man who’s optimistic in every way and
A woman who worries every second about my well-being
As a high school student, I tight-roped between per-pressure and a need for perfection.
Only to fall into, what feels like, a never ending rabbit hole of anxiety.
I am a chameleon
The colorful pariah
Blending in so perfectly
To painted walls behind us
Oh, how can I know myself?
When I'm never the same
No anchor set no place my home
Of business and whimsy
She was just seven years old.
The story of her life had never been told.
She had plans and dreams.
She was more than she seemed
And her tears did stream
As she silently screamed
Darkness, shattered by a spectacular fireworks show. Dormancy, followed by the sparks of the most intricate electrical circuit. The signals of eighty billion neurons travel on a journey to bring life.
I was once a girl
who wanted the chance
that college could provide her.
With hopes of achievement,
and the pushing of parents,
I kept up effort.
But one day those efforts
Thank I for being there
For being the only one who never forged care
Thank I for the love
And in the times when me would not,
Thank I for the shove
Thank I for all I’ve thought
waiting for it
my time grinds down and i sit still
waiting for it
trying to make sure that i am ready
waiting for it
my mind swims in information and panic
waiting for it
You want me to get up on stage
You want me to make a fool of myself
Well why not any fool can speak utter nonsense
I do not want a millionaire dollar contract
That is just another whip you can use
Life is chess, not checkers
One move ahead to most that’s fine
Think three to five steps ahead
It should be done
A cold and weary winter night
A new life born into this light.
Snow was falling; winter calling.
Her time was passing.
Her time now fading.
You always just assumed that things were red and blue. The wonderful evil and the awful truth. No in-between was necessary to you.
Mother's Day should be celebrated with those who are truly mothers.
A mother who stayed awake with her crying child every night he couldn't sleep.
Do you learn because you hear, see, or read knowledge?
How does it stay in your consciousness?
Or does it?
Are you passionate or just find it interesting?
My mind is where the universe dwells,
The stars, the nebula, the galaxy inhabit my brain cells.
The same energy that occupies everything, everyone, everywhere around my being,
My thoughts?
I try to keep them positive,
My art, My business, My ambition, my goals,
All massive.
But how do I keep my eye on the prize without being distracted?
Struggle to get by-- Everyone knows the pain Teachers load on the work-- Gotta stay up late Go to school the next day-- Big test, oh joy I try my best but all I manage is to stay awake Everyone excpets the best-- Everyone wants perfect
I wake up and wonder why I'm still trying?
I'm tired of being poor, of working and getting nowhere.
Over the fact that my moms got to work twice as hard as my dad to earn half as much as him.
It screamed.
It screamed in such agony.
Waiting for someone to hear it.
...
Why was no one answering its chilling call?
Sitting and breathing was all she every did in class.
Eating and sleeping was all she did at home.
She had no friends nor siblings to talk to or share her deepest dreams.
During that night.
All the souls went to sleep,
All except her.
She heard the horrifying sounds the sky made, and the noise the trees were making.
When I was little,
I did not know what would become of me,
For I knew nothing but what was around me,
As I gradually got older,
I came to realize what my expectations were,
The early morning sun would rise overthe dirty glass horizon, and hitthe rear-view mirror of that old red van.Slip-sliding with ease through small empty hands,dust and pollen danced like constellations
Growing up I never saw color or hair types or differences.
I never knew that Suzy was different and not like me.
But as kids we always ran together and played together.
We would even take naps under the same tree,
Gluttenous attitudes,
Scarce gratitude.
Take what we might,
Whatever is in sight.
Self Entitled,
But not in the name of survival.
Yet we take from it with no remorse.
We have no right,
I see the world as it is,
rotating around and around.
A car zooms by,
startling the birds on the side of the street,
a perfect picture of two worlds,
The fog is thick
My mind is unclear
The future looks bleak
My mind remains unclear
Relationships collapse around me
My mind is unclear
Families split and give up
An instinct
fast, slow, old, new
A friend
vivid, pieced, blurred, complete
A stranger
the id, the ego, the superego
A fire with no oxygen and at times someone opens the door, and there's backdraft
My head is spinning round and round.
I feel dizzy, but can't sit down.
My heart feels like it's going to bust.
I grab my chest in hopes of calming it.
My grades are slipping.
My heart is torn in two.
Its 3am and my mind decides to wake me from a sweet slumber.
I toss and turn desperatley searching; counting sheeps, breathing deep, turning sides.
All to no avail.
I must be aberrant
i see you and you and you
humans
and viscerally I love you
down deep without knowing you
automatically from instinct
from the earliest racial Memory
In college people get drunk off cheap beer
Partying the night life away without a fear
Am I pretty? When you look at me what do you see? Of course, you see the way my thighs rub together when I walk.
I jump for joy at the sound of music. Wondering....how, when, and why the song was made. Sometimes I relate and other times I contemplate.
"Just go to bed.
Don't say a word, don't look in the mirror,
just go to bed."
You'd be amazed how much less I'd regret
If only I ever listened.
Mama said to eat a bite,
keep quiet,
You’d never know the mess she made; she always locked the door behind her
The cold made her ever more careful, she could never be too sure
What she did in the dark she kept to herself, she wanted to fool them all
My bones ached from the way you said my name.
But this silence is violent now as I hear the walls creek.
I can feel you radiating life into me.
The warmth that your skin brought still fresh on my cheek.
Roses are red
Voilets are blue
Let me tell you how
This is a special time for me and you
Not because of the gifts
Or the money you spend
But because of where our relationship is going
One drop, two drop, three drop, four;
His head in his hands, his tears fall to the floor.
Every name thown at him, every prank and every beating;
Leaves his body bruised and his heart bleeding.
Tick Tick, What makes me angry
Is it the Minimum wage Job
Or when I feel really hungry
A lot of food makes me feel like a slob
And my coworkers are funny
Money Money makes me angry
Game's over.
Quick
Get me some water!
Ah! You've got ice too?
Thanks!
My sweaty palms touch the glass,
Feeling the freezing water with my hands
Sincerely Fearing The Tyranny
Of Evil Men
I Hide in the Valley of Darkness
Becoming Selfish
A smile naturally pierced,
It fills my face with boiling blood
This one speaks with deceit
Devil's advocate, Devil's lust
His eyes possess my conscience,
They speak not so in tongues
A blank stare into that reflective deception
Where all you can see is cracks and faded lines
Where nothing but flaws show
Where nothing but hatred is being presented and thought into that reflective deception.
I was born 1988
Was this my starting fate?
Right after the Astros harmonic convergence
Does the life journey have some sense?
I am an individual
We are all life fuel
Locked in a cage, never know when I'll be freetrapped in a life full of cruelty
My baby was torn from me, right out of my gripHow could I ever have let him slip?
Quietness rests in the classroom on every brick
The teacher lounges in her swivel chair
When suddenly a sounds comes that is oh so dreadful: click,click,click
Slam, Whizz!
Society- fast and explosive.
Flow, twist;
Be one with the emotion,
Let it go,
No sense in all the holding;
As we get a better grasp of what we're molding . . .
People love me Like a Red, Red Rose,
Whether haiku free-verse or prose,
To a Mouse, it may seem like plans go oft’ awry,
But to me, I can’t fail, no matter how hard I try.
They all walked in the rain that day
waiting for their time
the time when they would find a way
desegregate- be free.
She marched for the right to chose
their leader for the time
Music:
Emotional revelation.
Movement.
Profound poetry dancing, floating, struggling atop waves of sound or,
Wordless sound with colors of its own.
Moving me to feel
The long road homeward crosses rivers and streams, both of which call me by name.
And I choose to leap in, because what is held in abridged life but shame?
My mind has been lifted; my time has been lifted,
Not knowing what, cuz the feels been shifted.
The time is now, the time has come,
When beginnings end, when the end comes.
The fighting starts, we argue now,
I'm sitting watching the ceiling fan spin,
You said you'd be here...when?
Please let this be real,
Please don't lie!
I've sat here for an hour now,
I'm slowly beginning to cry!
Words
Floating everywere
Words
What do they mean?
Forming sentences, thoughts, ideas
But what do they mean?
Is it my happiness?
My joy?
I write and write and form words
I often wondered why some fathers never taught their sons how to be men
Why they never taught them to walk with their heads held high enough to see the beauty in a women’s face
In the morning I awake,
a machine.
The first stimuli of the day
flow into my head
Like light into a dark, void chamber.
The world should be a beautiful place
The world should be living in peace
But it is not.
Not at the government's understanding but society.
Citizens of America has children
Can other countries not ?
You can call me quiet,
but inside you don't really know.
All the thoughts are swarming,
they are out of my control.
You have done your best to bring me down,
but look where I am standing now.
Cute smiles and
Lace dresses,
Are what they want.
A girl who walks the thin line,
Between opportunism and self-destruction.
Effortless.
Shower them
With a confectionery dust,
Look at me.
I'm standing here...waiting. I've been standing here.For a while now actually.
Oh now you noticed me. Stop it!
Stop looking at me!
Have you ever seen that one individual approach your direction?
The one that has you double checking your charisma, physique,complexion
Did you ever wonder what that individual was thinking?
Are you out thier god because i need to know So i can stop feeling so aloneIm drowning in my tears i cry up to my kneesIf your out there god send help pleaseYou tantlize me by not answering when i call
My heart longs for something more than this.
More than a mother, a father, a sibling,
A friend, a lover, a companion.
I want Relationship.
Not fleeting, temporary, one sided relations,
But eternal relation.
The river flows on and on
Some things are left on the banks
Some things float downstream
We carry on in our boat
Some say the river is endless
That whatever goes in it
Eventually comes ashore
Wounded hearts and college textbooks. See, these are the extremities of your late teens and early twenties. I say I can relate when in all actuality…I can. Life gave me a broken heart along with college loans.
Rapidly decreasing stitches when the directions call for them
two stitches gone at each edge
every other row
14 times
In 28 rows, 28 stitches will disappear
this math becomes the waist shaping of a sweater,
A freshman in high schoolI was overcomeBy the lack of ambitionI had becomeStaring at the list of lettersWishing that I had done betterStrange emotions came over meLooking at the letter D
I started college with a new mind set,
New Beginning, basically a NEW ME!
I wanted to explore and seek out what was best for me.
I left my friends and family behind
To meet new people and experience college head on.
There is a girl,
One without a sword.
WIth broken dreams right beneath her toes.
Everyday she fights the urge to cry.
Some people may ask why?
For she simply manages to pass by day after day living.
Oh weary traveler on this moonlight night
Are you lost or do you see the way forward
In this pitch black night on this treeless road
Do you journey to sing a story into life?
Who was there that day?
What happened here ?
They would ask
But no one knew
How did they feel that day?
Was someone being whipped or was someone sold?
Only the trees know
Words
Said, spoken, thought.
Defined as the ones that define.
Words.
Being that of
Saying, thinking, giving, exchanging, understanding.
Demonstrated through
Whisper the Words that come from you Heart
For they are Sacred and should be Kept Away
Away from those who break the heart of the Wounded and Weak
Once more I plea to you to keep away those words of Love
Take me to a place where I can be alone
Alone in peace and serenity;
Away from hurt,
Away from pain,
Away from ignorance and bigotry.
Every step taken is like I am on glassEach new day is a new level I must surpassGood isn't great and great is never good enoughHaving to better your best is more than just tough
I want to say..
Big house, nice whip sitting in the driveway.
Nice wife, great kids. I'm living life my way.
Til then, hustling from Saturday to Friday.
They're looking at me sideways. People, they be hating.
What is an education?
It is factual, theoretical, practical, or negligable,
does it enlighten, brighten, heighten, or deepen
the degree and impact that is actually accredited.
Latina-Americana
Thats what they say
Never seen as one of those teenagers doing the same
I've been labeled
I've been judged
To the people around the world
I'm just one of their little rugs
“If only I could have water.”
Thin sheets pulled over her eyes --
Raging sunlight burning their soft membranes.
No more tears to wash her face.
She tried moving her hand, futile.
Like the beach, emotions wash over meWhen I think of the erosion that wastes me.Like how you cross my mindThe water washes over me again and againI think of the what "ifs" and I can't bear the water anymore
This hard journey has just begun
Just when I thought it was over and I had won
There are no more drugs to do
No more bad choices to make
Yet my hands still tremble, quiver, and shake
I want to scream for the world.
I want to scream for a country
whose voice has been diluted
and whose people have been illusioned.
I want to puke out
the lies that have been
instilled
in me
Menotony
I've forgotten me
This homework load has got me stressing
God please this isn't a blessing
They say it's for the best
But I, for one, digress
I need a boost
As strong as breathit breathes life into me.Each Syllable makesmy mind tick and heart sing.Eyes glisten with its melodicmajestic grace as hearts swoon by its calling,
Fallen like little soldiers marching to certain death.
Feels like an angels kiss on your last breath.
Look at her in the night such beauty. Such pain.
She lets her true colors show when no one can see
The nose, the eyes, the mouth, the hair,
Things I've seen before but in different ways.
Somethings quite off,
Yes, somethings not right.
Her feet walk on hell,
It might look simple.
It may not make sense.
It might look look squishy.
Guess that's why they call it your brain.
Underneath the hood is where the good stuff is.
If you look at me
I'm not much to see
I seem so ordinary
But if you look closer you just might see
I’m sorry.
Sorry that you don’t get to see water’s fall roar from my eyes.
Sorry that this isn’t the love poem you dreamed of since you were a boy
IT'S NOT 6:20, I THOUGHT YESTERDAY WAS
The Last Day
Guess I was wrong
Eat, brush, clothes, what was the order again?
Music: it's something that cannot be explained.
Something to decrease the strife and end all the pain.
It speaks to peole, like words can never do.
It even brings strangers together: like me and you.
It gets a little old
when you constantly get told
every single thing
the world thinks you've done "wrong".
How every single day
it finds some funny way
to throw you off your game
Once I step inside those lines,
my mind is completely set free.
A place where nothing else matters,
just the batter, the ball, and me.
I look in to get the sign,
I'm focused on the glove.
Life has so many twists and turns,Storms of hail that beat us all down,Scorching days that often leave burns,Many things to make you drown.Yet for some strange and odd reason,We wait to enjoy the rainbow,
When you least expect it
I’ll be right there
Lurking in your mind
Standing as a reminder
I’ll never let you forget
What you have done to me
All of the tears I cried
I don't know what to do in this place
Losing to success like its a case
my hopes and dreams shattered in an instance
I've came so far yet it seems like no distance
i pushed myself only to fall harder
All I see is
My generation
All the lust
The greed, the envy, and pride
The meek is thrown
And the good all died.
We see my generation as broken,
Hopeless, unfit to work,
"Mother, why won't you believe me?
I've told you no lies today.
Mother, why won't you see
I'm trying to make my own way?"
"Child, you ask to be free
Yet you've always told nothing but lies.
We are all but ordinary
But from within we share a common vision
One where we will not be the roots of ridicule
Where we will be accepted
People with their bright lights these days
When it comes to the true meaning of life, people of normality become completely baffled.
Why?
Why on earth?
Why would you never come to class?
You tell me this will be different,
You tell me this will be a good class,
You lied.
Your never here.
Not many people ever get to see
The things that make me smile
The secret side of me
Field of Vision
Education rules my mind.
Images of words and numbers congregate
in a myriad of thoughts and processes, weaving
together a interconnected tapestry of hope, success
For a girl who has so much to say
the words just won't come out.
Somedays I want to laugh and play
and others I want to shout.
I wish my touch could convey
Watching in the distance,
How our lives used to be.
Watching in the distance,
A distant memory
Of what used to be.
We were so happy,
The envy of every couple.
We were so happy,
Tick,
Who am I?
Tick,
A spec,
Tick,
A smudge,
Tick,
A Breath,
Tick,
A Life,
Tick,
Beauty,
Tick,
Love.
Re: Re: Kinder
A child said What is kindness? cradling a small cat in a box1;
How can I answer the child when the perspectives are endless?
It could be the laughter
Re: Re: Kinder
A child said What is kindness? cradling a small cat in a box1;
How can I answer the child when the perspectives are endless?
It could be the laughter
There are a few things that make me tick
invisibility, inability, vulnerability
being invisible is dreadful because you're voiceless
being unable is hateful because you're useless
Living in a culture that’s all make believe
One big lie and contradiction to be free
Really everyone’s trying to stick a square peg into a round hole
Glamorizing girls sticking fingers down their throats
I am but a young soul
born into the darkest place on earth
i am but a young soul
so fragile that everything that touches me hurts
22 days left
Will I make it or will I fall deep down into the ocean with the rest who decided to not even try.. time is running
Where to look, how to breathe, where to stand? Who knows but I have faith.
Bitter sweet, the only feeling that can describe the day.
When my name is called and I walk across that stage.
I will shake a hand and be on my way.
Never to reread this book, or even flip the page.
Belive me!
When I speak to you...
I say I love you
You never dare!
Say it back!
is there method to this?
Maddness I feel!
Darkness is all around
Me myself and I know.
We all have a beast inside
One that claws and howls to be set free
It's a game of Jekyll and Hyde
"Set me loose on a killing spree"
It gets stronger when I get mad
When its loose, its hard to reel back in
Sometimes people go through life
Wondering what they're here for
or what they need to acomplish
It may seem like an empty box
Where thoughts float away just as easy as they come
To me
It's a place filled with interesting characters, places and dream
Their words cut deep
Their stares burn
She walks the halls
All the hushed whispers
Float to her ears
She never fit in
She never will
Her long sleeves
Hide all the scars
This place seems all to familiar…
The same old TRAP…I just need a second
CAN I GET A SECOND!? Lord please
The clock has stopped, and I think…
I'm writing poetry.
I love poetry.
I'm Writing about God.
I love God
pause.
A question ponders through my mind.
and so I ask myself.
Which do I love more?
Poetry.
or God?
Walking around the halls of high school
You see many people
They are all dressed nice and look great
But you notice something
Some of the girls have shorts on that are way too short
You're a distinctive memory
fading
faster now
and this is me
crying
out, willing to surrender if you'd just hold me
once again.
I walked away frustrated, but with my heart on my
You compare me to my friends
So which one should I be like?
You want me to be her,
The one whose not a virgin and had an abortion?
The testimony of my breath
eliminates all fear of my death.
It is near impossible to see,
yet alone to be me living in my reality.
And it is while I am asleep,
that my imagination roams freely.
Unknown battles, dancing little silouttes, shadows blanketing my mind, bringing my past to the light,
Of which my future is shattered in broken mirrors as I held my breath to fight.
When you leave them dirty, where is your compassion?
When you yell and scream, where is your respect?
When you get physical, where are your morals?
The elderly need your help, not your abuse.
First of all
Why is everyone so tall
Why am I considered short
Can't play in the basketball court
What is with this concept of love
Why is a symbol of it a dove
What proves his love is true
Dissociative decisions, dichotomy between this or that
Everything I do is a want, a need, or requires the pitter pat
Of neurons scattering in all directions
Receptors in agony dumping their neurotransmitter collections
Tonight, I have thought more about the future than I would have liked too.. What am I to do?
I first was taught what love was
The Stting of the moon
Theloss f language
continualy haunted by the world
I have no doubt
To fall at my feet.
A memory
that wil be boud together
I make sure I look over my shoulder...
Because someone else might act upon their thoughts
It seems that every though is a terrorist plot
I constantly imagine killing people I see
I sometimes ponder whether our souls simply conjure
the vices that mold our souls into monsters,
or if heavy hearts simply sink like lead
when life's violent seas bring disease and death.
You would be beautiful
without the help from cosmetic products
Why don't you look like the woman
from that one billboard?
Guys don't even have to put in effort
Growing up aint as easy I thought at all it'd be
see I was shy, walking the halls hoping they pardon me
and all da while I was slowly finding a part of me
Hypocrisy-
Because just saying you're open-minded doesn't mean you have an open mind;
It means you can use your words.
And being open-minded can be easy;
My life has always been quided by my mother
With loving hands she directed me to saftey
In silent treachery, sweet madness has formed
Coiled rings attach in collision
Chemistry blasting against the midnight sky
Distance brings perfect polarity
Lightning it must be for what the eyes cannot see
Sweet nice girl use to be innocent
But she is not an infant
Use to be all day with her to be her guardian
But fell into the blue lake filled with scorpion
Use to be the cure so all her hatred now
This is my brain on drugs.
I'm a lonely man apart from my animals:
Insects
So first it's my brain on bugs.
I loved them even when there existed arthropods longer than I was tall.
The waters a stagnant mud
A soup of primeval beings--I am engulfed in them
They swivel past my body, they curve around my limbs, soul searching for the entrance
don't blame this on me
your depression
your inability to stop yourself from falling in love with every girl who talks to you
your continual pessimism
Swords and Soldiers
Magic and Mages
Great Drakes of the Skies
Heroes made famous through the Ages
My world was born many years ago
When it had been ten years when I was born
Air whooshes from my lungs as thoughts go rumbling through my mind and I
find that I can't catch
my
breath
in this place. White lights sting plain walls and leave my head aching,
my limbs shaking,
Pallets of information. Stacks of senses. Brimming full of opportunities and experiences.
Axons wrapped up in plastic. Dendrites boxed with foam. Distributed through our live.
My head was clear when I was young
But then I grew and there went all the fun
I try every day to keep going strong
Even when the dark days are long
Mixed emotions about many things
It’s all in the stars;
I can tell you that right now
Whether it’s late at night
In your old Chevy with the top pulled down
Or those moments when you’re closest to God
My skin is whiter than the snow that kisses the peaks of the mountains
My roots are more knarled than the roots of an aged willow
My hair, my eyes, my mouth
None of them are ordinary.
Expectations to fill
The desire for peace
A need for motivation
To keep me from this depression
It may sound weird to you, but not to me.
This girl once said that I was way too thin.
How could a person tell you what to be?
They don't know you, or where you've ever been.
Walking down the street they hold hands
People look and stare taking second glances
Saying that shit should be band
But why,
If you’re allowed to drink on Sunday
And smoke your lungs away
What exactly have I come across?
Never knew the simple life I led could cause complex loss.
Stuck inside the frame, knowing all I see is rain,
If I keep my eyes to God then maybe life will make a change.
It's so hard to stay in reality
When the mind is a better place to be.
Why suffer in the world of practical
When you possess a world that's magical?
You are a perfect being over Here
Who am I?
Ha!
Someone you will soon learn to despise
Or even like.
Doesn’t really matter,
I will never really know what you think of me.
For the reality is
What did he say? They ask.
A question I always get asked when he proudly speaks of his toys
Transformers, power rangers, animated movies
He can’t stop himself.
Is he paying attention? They ask.
You say you want
Some insight
Just a little peek inside
But be careful
What you wish for
There's a reason
That I hide
My emotions are
Ever flowing
There's no controlling
The red ruffle of your nose
is too sad
to watch when you cry
When you smile
the chalky pieces of your teeth
seem to disintegrate
Holding your hand
when we walk together
I can feel
You needed a second chance
I handed it over
You needed a place to stay
I offered you shelter
You needed to cry
In a world of constant transformation
Experiencing endless stagnation,
One may lose the motivation
To continue on their path with proper determination.
With a desire to absorb extensive knowledge,
I look over my shoulder, a double-take, twice.
Oh, and life had once been so nice!
I ask Heaven my questions, I plea and I beg.
My unsatiable ego has been knocked down a peg.
The Wheel of time forever turns
Like the battle between good and evil forever burns
The light may guide and bless you
While the dark ones try to possess you
Today’s life will be lived again my friend
I'm on an adventure
Into my mind
Where I will find the treasure
But first I must find
The map, my inspiration
Perhaps I could look to my friends
For they are what brings me elation
Formed by the potter of GOD
And made by a rib
Started out a seed then bloomed into beauty
Has the ability to push out a 9 month blessing
And has the proclivity to nurture it
Eyeslashes of love
A place called collegeIs a place to acquire knowledgeA place to goAnd a place to showWho you really are,
The girls that think their cool because they make boys drool
Getting pregnant at 15 and not caring about anything
1,2,3 pregnant belly's I see
You haven't even began your life so you do what's on TV
My thoughts are a blaze in the dark,
Fueled with sights and sound.
They swirl within, thundering, creating, converging.
From my mouth and hands spring,
Ideas, forged from fire in the dark,
Going, going, going, gone
Forever stuck between right and wrong
There are no rules, when it is up to you
When thinking of yourself is what to do
The earth, the world, I don’t consider It ours
this the generation of knowledge and I have fears that it will cease to be
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Foot taps; heartbeats sync
My back hurts and my blisters sting.
I glide across the field; not a step but a march.
In line with my family.
People struggling, knees buckling
Faces cast down all around
News blipping, Hope slipping
Knock knock, failure’s at the door
One breath away, one day, one choice
That’s all it takes to make it all naught
An open road before me
My path marked on a map
Lines smearing with uncertainty
With possibility and anticipation
Many pitfalls lie before me
Hazards yet unseen
Still I must push on
A good book is likr a trap!
It keeps you in its grasp,
Forcing you to finish;
Leaving you wanting more.
Its word, as sharp as a hook!
Pulling you deeper,
Immersing you in its story.
Nobody is who they say, but everyone says who they are
And to find someone who is real is a tad beyond bizarre.
What irks me about this whole conclusion
I have a buck or two,
Not to spare.
My parents work,
but I can't reply on their jobs.
I can't rely on them to pay my debt.
I didn't grow up in old money,
Nor will I have new money.
The words unspoken are always the hardest to think.
What doesn't kill you always makes you stronger, so they say.
Sticks and stones
If only they were just sticks and stones
That, she could handle
But this - the abuse
Her hands so fragile, skin and bone with nothing in between.
His face burnt from the rays beamin down on his brow every morn' .
His beard long and over grown.
Her cheeks sunken and shallow.
The world stands against me.
Not like a simple wall—
Stationary and keeping me from passing;
Not like a mere hurdle—
Present but still able of being overcome with a quick jump;
It is not like those things.
Reality is individualistic.
Whatever we see, we believe.
Whatever we believe becomes our reality.
When people judge someone they don't even know
And don't know what inside of them
That doesn't seem to show
It's not very often that we break.
We don't always yell,
or speak our minds.
We are taught to breathe in.
Let our problems rest,
settle in our lungs.
But enough is enough.
What makes my mind tick?
Who knows.
Some wacky combination of
my parents x's and y's or o's or who knows.
Perhaps there's a clock inside my mind
whose arms spin round and round keeping the wheels spinning.
Middle class, two parents, average grades, no life changing experiences.
How do i become successful in a community where grades, family, ethnicity and money matter most? They've taught us to be different, but different how?
Have you ever let your mind run?
Not shape its course nor acknowledge your own thoughts
Almost as if your mind was breathing
Not air but ideas of the impossible, words that can't be defined but hold every meaning
My life consist of untold stories,
But this one story is sad, not to egregious, but makes me mad.
This story stuck with me to create my past.
Should I go along or start a new path?
I look around at other people and think they have it made,
They have nice skin, expensive clothes, and their hair is never frayed.
Sometimes I want to have what they have and act the way they do,
Cancer took my friend
cancer took my homie
cancer took Gods Child
football fanatic
marquis could be so sarcastic
base god lover
football Panther
Number 4
will always live on
Discrimination we all live inblacks or whitegay or straightwhy do we discriminate ?love each other but judge on their behalfi dont understand
The endless possibilities are so exciting.
Becoming a PA and helping others is my dream.
Achieving my goal keeps me going.
Always staying happy and enjoyng life.
My scrolls are really office supplies,
my quill pen made of tape
and robin feathers.
My garden is contained
and my imagination
is on a a schedule.
But my scolls unfurl just the same,
I am sitting outside as the day goes by,
I look up and see a bird in the sky!
She’s flying and singing and chirping along,
I am from love, life, and happiness.
I am from running towards the sun in summer, and drinking hot chocolate in the winter.
I am from friends that used to be just neighbors.
I am from the Catholic family.
Hope is the blood that routes my veins, provoking my passion and vitality during my youth.
Hope is the blood that routes my veins, provoking my passion and vitality during my youth.
Hope is the blood that routes my veins, provoking my passion and vitality during my youth.
As night falls,
A fire shines across the fields
Sown with tears and watered
By blood.
What's the price of a mile?
Crush the foul disease, echoes
The public's call
But who is the voice?
Find a word that's totally new.
Open a world all my own.
Who cares if my thoughts are true?
It's the place that I have grown.
There is a place where all my thoughts have gone.
It appreciates simplicity,
and yet it values creativity.
Thoughts never stop just like electricity.
Even when things get tough,
and life seems rough
The rain never stops
the brain.
One thing that makes me tick
Is the way people pick
Who they think is cool enough, smart enough, or who is fit
I am sick of hearing the mockery
Against everyone's poverty
Emotionally, physically, mentally
To be of a sober mind
And quick to observe
Fosters a humble character
And instills wisdom upon the willing
As the morning dews
A mind is a beautiful thing to waste.
Deep in my mind,
behind the darkness that floats behind my eyelids
There is a yearning for learning.
Corny way to put it? Absolutely
But, it's the best I've got.
They look at me like I'm different, But the truth is, I am. I'm different in the way that I don't like boys the way most girls my age do. I hate boys. I like girls. I'm different,
What makes me tick?
I'll tell you quick
opening new pages
sharpening my mind
sit up in my desk of knowledge and time
my homework is to enrich myself
be it mind or body-
the goal is health.
It all started innocently, my dad was just drinking one or two beers, but those beers turned to ten or twenty.
Lower your voice please
I can hear you fine
what you said
is ringing in my mind.
There's no need to yell
accusing me is wrong
I didn't do anything
and I'm not that strong.
Do you feel your heart beating?
Listen, hear the song:
It beats, again and again
Like a drum inside you
So loud but yet silent, beating for strength itself.
Just the pound within your chest.
Sometimes I wonder why
Why we have to try
Try not to let the world bring us down
Even when our dreams come crashing to the ground
Let me cry a little while
I’m tired of wearing this fake smile
I feel my thoughts are vast and free
Floating as in space
They’re lovely, gorgeous as can be
Mind’s eye sees naught but grace
But when I speak, try to announce
All that I think inside
Star Spangled
(Version 3/Draft 1)
We are in your star spangled eyes,
A part of the scars,
Made up of mater
Made up of molecules
Thats what i am
6 elements make me and make you
DNA is encoded in me
working together, my body lets me breath
How do you think it feels to be Mexican?
Does its matter where your orgins been?
Everyday you're called a beaner,
Cause their self-esteem wants to be meaner.
When you think I jumped the border,
In my junior year of high school,
I took some wacky classes.
They were Forensics I and II
And I always wore my glasses.
The teacher then inspired me
To be all I can be.
I lay in the bed, thoughts runnin through my head
I ask God for a break, from the tears that I’ve shed.
I cry out loud, “Lord please let me sleep!”
Maybe in my dreams life will all make sense to me.
Hijab: it is so much more than just a piece of cloth; it’s a part of me. It represents my identity, my religion, my choice. The symbol that I am free to express who I really am. My faith, love, and devotion to God.
what makes me tick is what is makes my mom sweat
Everytime I see her come home at 1 a.m.,
I know that I need to do something so she doesn't have to work into her golden years
the cat's ashestucked in his frozen elbowpink tin with painted flowersthe white cat now greythe golden sand dollarthree doves waiting inside
run little baby girl, let the wind and the sirens comfort you as you go, run as fast as you can, get as far away as you can
it's okay, it's not like the others will ever understand
I gave my love to a world that never gave it back to me
It's crelties are unmeasured
As Boundless as the sea
School seems such a throughtful time,
When we're expected to be the best, learn the fastest.
Sure, sometimes the arts are taught, we learn what it is to rhyme,
What is human existence?
Is it to pronounce our unfathomable desires in a rush of uncertainty?
Is it to comply with mainstream understandings and the sickening wave of honest lies?
I'm 18. I'm legally responsible for myself and my life.
But I can't be trusted to go to the bathroom because I'm still in high school.
I'm stuck in a place where I am expected to act like an adult,
People on my left
And people on my right
Yet none of them see each other
They can't even tell if it's light or night
They're thinking about their hair
They're thinking about their clothes
To see gang leaders recruiting children
To see many of my neighborhood friends shot to death
To see richness in one area and to see a concrete desert in another
To see my fellow African-Americans killing one another
What's real is not what's in your head
What's real is not what's in that thing
It's about what is in your heart
Feeling that ache for that one guy or girl
Feeling that love for that favorite toy
I associate two with eight.
Maybe
Because two fours make up one eight
And one
Four can be made up of two two’s.
Perfection
Magazines, Billboards, Posters,
Show us perfection never seized
How can we live up to society’s orders?
My mind is a peculiar thing
So many ways to interest me
But I do not like people yelling
Asperger's can do that to a guy like me
But stuff like hockey and football,
NASCAR, fishing, and Scouting
Can't you see the darkness surrounds me,
Can't you see it moving in.
All the things you couldn't tell me,
all the things I should have said.
Times are changing,
lives are fading.
I am leaving,
Shes dying from lack there of a better term
for the love but only finding lust or giving
more than she recieves
-shes dying
of the ungiving emotional
disattatchment from a mother the
Demanding money doesn't help
it just makes the people yelp.
The world needs a punishment that's new
something more powerful to me and you.
Wreckless driving is a serious matter
My mind is beautiful.
It is something that is mine.
While everyone has one
Some people decide not to use it.
My mind is powerful
Its a tool
I use it to solve problems.
Its a weapon
The one thing that really makes me tick,
is how parents like to abuse their kids.
What is it that makes a parent click,
to lay hand and bruise those eyelids.
To punch, slap, kick or even yell,
I wonder what you think when you’re out there smoking your cigarette.
I wonder what you would think if you knew I hold your baby while she cries.
I wonder what you think when you’re out there smoking your cigarette.
What do you call one who has lost themselves?
No longer themselves, lost behind the mask
They place upon themselves to make it through society.
What becomes of their reality?
As i wake broke with a dream
Wishing i can re-live the moments i need
Only way to clear my mind school and my team
Basketball number 3 lost my little cousin lee
What makes me tick?
The fact that I have to put in WORK.
My parents are doing their hardest.
A beautiful soul like you deserves every dream to come true,
I know we'll make it, me and you.
You have to be here to watch things change, to watch your deamons fade away.
Cold winds of winter
Blow on my face
And through those hardships I saunter
Leaving not a trace
Was I going to my end?
Or was I going to my life?
Maybe death I should befriend
To move forward into a chapter that has no introduction,
To dive into a journey that creates itself.
Hoping to find the hidden intricacies of oneself
The wind behind me pushingThe wind in front of me a wallI run, I dribble, I kick the ballThe wind carries the ball into the netThe wall of defenders, I cannot see
"What makes you tick?"
The question you are asking
Is a question I am unable to answer.
What makes me tick?
I have not yet discovered.
don't tell me what i'm thinking,
why i'm saying what i'm saying,
why i'm doing what i'm doing.
don't tell me what my motives are
as if you know exactly what's going on
in my head
Babylon
Yesterday I quickly carried inflated hope over average tires on a shifting freeway
Past dented orange cone sentinels and sagging houses.
I watch you walk through the door
coming to me.
You say that you love me
but I know they're just words.
Say it like you mean it
or don't say it at all.
I watch you sit down
What's a prey to a lion? What's a pawn to a king?
What makes us superior without luxurious things?
It's a hungry mentality, that's open for interpretation.
Does the world care if it’s light or dark when the rain falls?
Does the world care if it’s light or dark when the grounds quake?
Does the world care if it’s light or dark when the plants die?
No.
In a word filled with hate
So many people take the bait.
We fall to some calamity
And quickly take up eminity.
Rather than forgiving
And continuing with our living
We let our eyes be blinded by pain
They portray what they think we are on TV.
Though growing up we didn't understand, know or see.
We all think we are like everyone else,
until our teachers deny us and take off their belts.
It started with a pink blanket,
Bottles, diapers, and musical toys.
It became Barbies, playing outside, going to playdates,
Riding a bike, rollerblading, swimming.
It was going to school, learning to read,
Long Way
Written By: Greg Austin Jr.
Inspired By: We Live As Kings – Long Way Down
I wonder, how it feels?
Helpless, alone,
forced into solitary.
Confined
from the best of humanity.
Fists, words
flying, cutting, bruising
my flesh, my mind,
disfiguring my view
of my own reflection.
My dream is to help.
What I aim for is to hear laughs and see happy faces.
My dream is to be able to say I have helped change someones life
What do you see when you look upon the withering flower?
Does it talk?
If it did, would you listen?
Its petals tell a story--
A not so distant past obscured by frondescence.
The directions are infinite:
A compass without bounds.
My mind speaks to me
Telling me to follow logic
To follow the set conventions
For straying is sure death.
Yet my heart sings
the gears shift, starting and stopping without notice
start
vivid scarlet and deep indigo ink moves through the canal of gears.
It’s a never ending dance,
Between me and you.
That started the very first day,
That I laid eyes upon you.
for a long time
i felt like i was stuck in an ocean
one that i created, always in motion
it's endless
cold
dark
i keep waiting for the moment i drown
Anger-a fickle emotion, really
Effective and quite powerful when used correctly.
The line around you.Cloud of sunshine,buzzing bush. Brighter it grows as you glow and become whole.It's you! It's you! Don't you dare tell me truths,or lies, or goodbye,just don't SPEAK.
Somewhere in the big ''A''
A double "A", African "A" wearing his braids with his Jordans unlaced
There once was a time where I was always right
Twelve times fourteen is a hundred and sixty eight
Two syllables in the word “contrite”Seven point five is California’s tax rate
Hand in hand for so long, the touch of their presence almost numb.
The warmth channelled through their fingertips and palms calms the thoughts of done.
Done trying so hard to hold them there.
Maybe we are bent
But maybe we are broken
From the dramatic event
All hell is unspoken
Maybe we can break loose
Tide rolls in you're sinking in
These words you say you're not swimming in
You're breathing out, you're breathing in, today
All these words are complicated
You're saying goodbye before your hated
I used to write letters
To anyone who meant anything to me.
I’ve gone through countless sheets of paper,
Saying things like
You mean a lot to me but we’re drifting apart
To know myself,
and grow and give,
to live the life,
that's mine to live.
To speak the truth,
and seize the day
and be sure to let others
have their say.
skin rises in hills and valleys sweeping plains of cells, particles, atoms
our dust speck floating, frolicking through the empty void
and our skin is ALIVE
Knowledge is power as you sit in college for hours,The professors? They can be sweet or sour,It doesn't matter, they teach without seperation,They are just as driven as us to gain an education,
I've been thinking a lot about
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- A forbiddn word in my home.-
The broken, mess it creates.
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He lays six stories above his friends, six stories and six feet for a few of them.
His arms marked with blotches from needles of all kinds, some hidden under patterns of ink
But the needle he’s now using belongs to the hospital
Why do people try to fix the problem
without even knowing what's wrong?
Why are we so hung up on progress
that we can't accept that right now we're wrong.
We want to get better, we do, I swear
Dreamers move their feet to their own beat
But society discourages dreamers to dream
Singers to sing
Beautiful minds to do what they love
It is as plain to see as the sky above
If only I can.
If only I will.
Take their stresses away and make the pain still.
Make their worries disappear for darkness kills
My heart aches for their tears and their growing white hairs.
Thoughts always get jumbled up in the head.
Some big or small, some filled with dread.
They make us impulsive whether the result is good or bad.
They make us regret decisions we've made, or miss the things we had.
EXOTIC and a space cadet. Can the mind control the way you act? Are your actions simply reactions controlled by reflexes developed in your mind? Regardless of the answers I am in control of my own destiny, right?
Lyrics traveling through ears into and open mind
Words easily defined
Sitting beneath the stars
The only sounds to be heard
A boat creaking and crickets chirping in harmony
The more important things...
The Future. With a capital F because it's something important to me.
A job. Because I need to be able to provide for my future family.
To the ones who laughed,
to the ones who mocked,
to the ones who tore at the seams of my dreams -
I pity you.
To those who cut me down, bit by bit -
I pity you.
A spark ignites
creating a fire
burning for years
without dying out
engulfing any room it enters
in just seconds
Fire is smart
it is fast and hot
It’s been a long day, and I need to relax.
My head is pounding, and all I want to do is scream.
I’m too stressed out, and let’s face the facts,
I just need to move, to dance, to let off some steam.
Was that stupid?
Was that bitchy?
Am I crazy?
Should I have not said that?
I wonder who’s still thinking about it.
I am.
I don’t think I should’ve said that.
That was kind of rude.
The brave youth of the world,
their courage is looked down upon.
Are we not supposed to have a voice?
"They're young" they say.
"They're ignorant."
"They're fools at the least."
Come and Gone Written By: Faith Rushing
Oh, these ideas
That come and go
I need to keep up
or my brain might let them go!
The unarmed prototype was flight tested in autumn 1942, and exhibited good handling characteristics.
What happens when there is nothing left but darkness?
What happens when your home is the only light you know?
What happens when the doors are locked?
Do you sit waiting in the dark,
In the wild, animals look after their own to survive.
In society, we animals look after ourselves to thrive.
Snatching what is put before us.
Gluttonous, prideful creatures are we.
I think in words and I think in colors;In movements, and motions, and revolutions.I think in action-- not a moment before or after-- but in the moment and in the crash.
Who I was and who I am, have yet to meet who I will be.
Don't force your books, don't force your ways,
I will find myself, just not today.
My youth is gone, can't have it back,
You took it when you said "grow up".
School can make you frustrated
I should know
It is hard to even concentrate
because people can’t respect others
who are actually working
If life was only simple,
and i never got a pimple.
I would open my own crossfit gym,
and allow the world to to help him,
be fitter the ever
ad never say never.
I stare in envy at the school children around me
This silence a curse I bear to keep
I want to whisper
I want to scream
I want to shout
I want to be
But my words refuse to leave
I am not a number
I am more.
I am a rhythm
A clock
Circadian
A heart beat
The music inside me
I am a rhythm.
I am not a score
I am more.
Sometimes people just don't understand
The details of who you are and where you stand
Because more often than not, their criticisms
Are wrong, but they still tend to make you feel weak.
The thing that makes me breath,
The thing that means the most to me,
Is family.
I trust them for everything,
With no doubt, I believe,
My family means everything to me.
They make me laugh,
Tick!
The sound of my mind as the gears start to turn,
But no one can hear it but myself.
Tick!
Each gear turning at its own pace,
A different function each one has.
Tick!
Dancing in the night, shimmering in the dark
the candle glows and shines with
swirls of scarlet and wisps of amber.
Watch it flicker and twinkle like a graceful ballerina,
If I could tell you who I am in their eyes
I would only need but two syllabols
The Girl
nothing more nothing less, I am the girl
I am the over looked, the unappreciated, the undervalued girl
Many thoughts going through my head.
You can never hear what has been said.
Making emotions out of thoughts.
Involved with my life, no matter what.
Did you know, that before Christopher Columbus discovered America it was covered with Indians? They ran around wearing groin cloths, and head dresses. They smoked out of tabacco pipes, and hunted buffalo. They made wigwams, tepees, even canoes.
Land of the free? Oh, what a joke
Free is being able to go out in the day, and not worry about getting harassed.
We are all human
Are we not?
Stripped of color, pigmentation,
gender-identifying extrema,
and body,
if we have one thing in common,
it is
our Soul.
The Human Spirit dances within us all;
Mary was a talented, beautiful girl,
With a future brighter than that of most individuals.
Young Mary would have been a happy child,
Had she only attempted to meet her expectations.
My mom always told me that college isn't cheap.
However if you want to be successful, it's a must.
For those who don't go, will be a bust in rust.
Beauty. Found in the fragile curve of a cheekbone, a jaw, eyes that enchant.
Light falling aslant
across ethereally delicate skin.
The brush crosses the canvas, paint etching
shadows and depth.
We send our troops across the big blue sea
For a cause that no one in the country believes
We hope the enemy will have a change of heart,
even though every day they pledge to tear us apart.
You have one earth
And one chance to screw it over
This is not something to be treated with mirth
But something serious, moreover
We kill this place
We ditch this hell
All traces of life, we erase
It's all planned out
Everything to the tee
You know who you are
And who you want to be
But sometimes life refuses
Puts a hurdle in your path
Obstacles here and there
Will You Wait For Me?
I am surrounded by worlds.
My cruel imagination—
A savage predator,
Who graces me
With beautiful words—
Shreds my body
The bird, or the cage?
Go on. Choose.
It's just a simple thing, really...
One, or the other.
This or that.
The choice will only affect your life.
For a moment, shed your reputation,
Shed your social consciousness
And your paranoia
And see me for who I really am:
I am not a socialite.
I am not a nerd.
Nor am I a dedicated athlete
We're always conducted by two hands on our wriststhat always know exactly where everyone should go
Everyone says that animals can’t talk,
They are very wrong in many senses.
Animals do speak,
Though it is not in words nor spoken aloud.
The silence fears me, Softly, slowly growing louder,Nearly Reaching a low murmur, a hum, a buzz,Clouding the quiet as I make a sound,Out it comes.
Thumping, kicking,
Blank
Lines on a page
Empty
Words that don't explain
Easy
Roads always taken
Frail
Connections left to break
Where you can see
On the outside of me
Could you believe
There's more to find
A beast
Negative speaks
Wasting time
Crossing my mind
Where beauty lies
Happiness hides
Time flies by,
Due dates and deadlines
so little time
Get everything done,
Get it done right.
Your Future Depends on Now!
Miss one step, Your fault
Adulthood is tough,
Teachers are entrusted with the future of the nationClass should be a celebration not a dictatorshipTeachers should and not hand out packets destroying
Tock
Tock
Wash your hands.
Remember: paper, lines, game.
Paper: history, English
O.
Did I lock my car?
Memorize your lines
Rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal.
Chewing gum is not lady like, spitting is not lady like, burping is not lady like, cussing is not lady like; but all these behaviors are indeed human.
MTV never gave her 15 minutes of fame.
No million dollars for her.
No house.
No Car.
Paparazzi didn't follow her around with cameras.
Are we always aware of our capabilities,
Everything we have the potential to accomplish?
Probably not
Even the most confident person has to have some sort of fear
Fear that makes them doubt themselves
What's it gonna take?
To show this world what's right from wrong
My hearts about to break
Because this has been going on for too long
We need a cure, not for the sick
But for the evil
What seems to make me want to get an scholarship, what makes me want it
I believe because I want to become something
Is it possible with the high cost of college, is it
Every time I see the scars on your arm,
The self-inflicted burn wounds
That resulted from a drunken night
Full of angst and hurt after your girlfriend
Broke up with you,
The shaking of a hand
The shortness of breath
The good days and the bad
Not knowing what is coming next
Will I have an attack today?
crack, snackle, pop...
I hear the sounds all around,
This is not cereal,
I am not hungry,
Your body,
should not,
crack, snackle, pop,
I cringe, and I look,
the normailty isn' there,
When you check a box for a census
you must choose the correct ethnicity that you correspond with.
There are 5 options:
Pacific Islander/Asian
African American
Caucasian
Hispanic
It’s like we spend our whole lives learning about what’s right
Or what’s not right.
And then when we grow up,
They expect us to have our own opinions.
They take us to church, or meetings.
You smashed me to pieces
Like glass onth floor
When I pick up the mess
I wish it wouldn't hurt anymore.
But I cut up my hands
And you cut up my heart
It feels like tight rubberbands
Some time in the past,
Always misunderstanding,
I let my hope go.
I try not to judge
The assailants who robbed me
Of normalacy.
I found a new life
Caught off guard;
Shock held silent grip;
A few sniffles emerged;
Red cups in a fence with a bouquet
Spelling the words
RIP Spez.
For the first time
Teachers sobed openly in front
Passion: a word that describes your desire to fulfill
Passion comes in different forms in different people
Some lust with a sexual passion, while others have a passion for food
But your passion is your own.
I've loved you since I first saw you,
your smooth body entices my fingers for more,
I simply adore thee for healing my once heart of blue,
Come to me my bride,
Happiness dies with innocence, where that dies its hard to tell may think they are still young playing the warm sun until it is time for supper but when does that fade?
Top three things that makes me tickI promise that this will be quickI’m not that irritable but these made my list:
I am stuck;perpetually sewn in placeto this melacholy little town.
I am prayingthat someday God will smiledown upon meand bless me with wings to fly.
The single most used phrase I have heard in my life is
"Its just a phase"
From every single direction, I have been surrounded and I have been crucified by the phrase
"Its just a phase"
I don’t get how you don’t see your beauty
You’re flawed but that’s not what I see
I see all the good and you see all the bad
Doing this does nothing but make you sad
I try to pick you up as much as I can
For as long as I could remember, I wasn't perfect.
for as logn as I could remember, I was perfect.
I wasn't smart like the other kids,
I was smarter than the other kids.
I never had big dreams or big goals,
Maybe it came with the sharks.
No.
Perhaps it came with the birds.
Or
Maybe it was already here,
Already waiting for us to scrap alongside
It.
What it is, I don't know.
Music, it puts people's thoughts into the air,
With a little zing, adding their own flair.
Takes me to another place,
Where there are no problems to lace.
It's a magical thing,
My dreams will come true,
for I know just what to do.
My bar is set high,
with this oppurtunity I will fly.
I have plans to achieve -
what i've prayed for for so long.
You wanna talk about pain?
You wanna talk about suffering?
Then let’s talk.I’m not one to dwell on the past, but you,
You left an undeniable stain on my memories.
Billion doller people buy beantlys and diamond rings
Thinking about themselves is all that seems to matter
But once they see the litte children in africa that need food and water
What this money means to me
Is that one day I'll succeed
I'll succeed to achieve my dreams
When I was a kid, I wanted to be
a Disney princess—
beautiful, with big blue eyes
and flowing blonde hair.
I knew that sunshine lightened my
mousy brown locks
and wearing white made my eyes look blue
Go ahead,
Say it isn't a sport.
Say everything I've heard before,
All these insults I can assort
Into all the different stereotypes;
Cheerleaders are dumb,
They aren't even athletic,
Naomi, what did you do to your hair?!
How do you wash it?
How does it do THAT?!
Is it naturally like that?
Can I touch it?!
I regret that I never told my teachers
That they never believed in me
Even when they said they did
Never really helped me out just caused me more trouble
7.046 billion,
the number of people that inhabit earth.
You are one civilian,
who may not realize your worth.
Ten thousands thoughts collide behind these eyes
Cacophonous silence that drives me wild
At all times led in every-which way
But bound by science to live in only one place
Choice is a hefty weight upon by back
I never understood how people were homesick or what that term really meant.
I am a very logical person or at least I try to be.
How could you feel homesick if wherever you are is what home is?
Poems aren't about the rhyme
Or your perfect form
They're about something else
Something more
Rhyming gives reason
Something to guide you
Help you get out the words
That are ever so true
Bearing no small hope nor grander desire
Man will cease to be but destination;
To emptiness, to an unknown fire;
Thou art a ghost of a machination
Without the electricity of the dreams
You
talk about infinite and the finite like it's something real,
but I know you can't tell your stars from your stomach, or
the joke was she was fifteen and drunk and you saw an opportunity
you held her hand and poured more alcohol down her throat and you told
her that you liked her blouse but it would look better on the ground.
To USE your mind,
Is to Utalize time,
Frame
To follow a Path,
Is to find SUPPORT,
Build
To speak one's mind,
Is to complete the ALLEGORY,
No shame.
It is crazy to me- the things I see,
Others don’t seem to acknowledge.
For in this jumbled mind- I keep trying to find
An answer but that's just it.
I really don't know-where I'm supposed to go
These days feel like half-empty sheets of paper
and I don't have enough ink in my pen
My coffee has gone cold
but I continue drinking,
because drinking
is a nervous habit of mine
I am a lost soul begging for forgiveness
I am the darkness that resides within
I am a sinner Hell-bent on destruction
I am a heart blackened by the toils of life
I'm screaming out on the inside
I have so much to say
But the moment I part my lips...
NOTHING--
I fight for the words to slip from my tongue
Wanakee is my favorite place
Because it is a beautiful area
And you build lasting friendships
Talking to friends from camp
Every day you see a life that's lost.
And every day you see a person cry.
Do humans realize the things they do
With my dear friend Dodgson
I will have tea
After which, to Poe
I will go see
For only after I see these two
Will my mind start working
Poetry is hard.
While some can artfully craft the written word into a song of joy, triumph, lamentation or despair
The blade pierces the skin,
Blood trickling down.
True feelings come out,
There's no hiding now.
Emotions coming at you at once,
Tears soaking your face.
Hurt within gone,
I will break away.
I will break away from the walls that hold me.
I will break away.
I will break away from the lies they've told me.
What makes me tick? What makes me tick?
Lack of love for theatre makes me tick
Why don't people like theatre?
Yet they want entertainment
Amusement
And something worthwhile?
who am i but a speck of dust.
who am i but a seeker of such.
I wonder cities, i wonder fields
seaching for answers for others reveals.
Who am i but a gossammor touch.
The call came early in the morn’
And now pain may never cease
Good memories will never fade
But pain will not release
She feels invisible, unloved.
Confused why no one talks to her.
She may be a little shy,
But why do we treat her like she's debateable?
Let's slow down, Catch another breath,
You need to stop they say
Tomorrow is a new day
Your goals will always be there
But I'm not always going to be here
Time flies by and with it my dreams
I struggle with weakness in every stride
The thought of your shattered lives I cannot defy
To have raised what you thought to be ideal
It's 12:16 a.m. on a Wednesday
I should try to get some sleep
but I know I won't catch very many Z's
Every action ever done and word ever said
Constantly runs through my head
Being a female isn’t a breeze
but I love who I am and I try
to do as I damn well please.
Life dictated by Maxis
and tampons—I’d rather die
Being a female isn’t a breeze.
Getting on that airplane must have been hard.The entire family is on one continent, and they left it.
Thinking is my only freedom
As painful as it sounds
I cannot ditch school, drink, or speed
I do not have a weapons licenses
Or even a fishing one
Punching someone in the face is allowed
YOU SUCK,
YOU SUCK,
YOU SUCK.
I want to cover my ears from these words but
they arent actually being said.
It's all in my head.
Provocated I am,
by this poetry slam,
to express,
to feel,
to be vulnerable.
Now it may not ryhme,
or be in correct time,
but I,
now know,
who I am.
As I sit and think,
As my mind wanders it leaves.
As it goes, it goes to places unbeknownst to even me
I crave nothing more than to escape once I fear what reality has bestowed upon me.
Strangers call it a cowardly reaction.
Friends believe I need to deal with it in a calm matter.
You see that banner flying tall and proud?
That's just a mask for the country falling to the ground.
If everyone is dressed in bright colors
And spontaneous personalities
But I'm just normal old me
Don't I stand out?
I mean,
This is what I have learned
World Peace is an unthinkable notion,
Who would believe
The countries of this world can come together in an understanding
To promote peace and safer living conditions for all people
I found a journal filled with letters today.
They all started with “Dear God,”
And ended with “Love, Dallas.”
I referred to him as Lord, Savior, and Jesus Christ,
Holy One, Father, and God of Mine.
I often find myself embarrassed to live in this country.
In this country where people spend more time waiting in line for overpriced coffee than waiting in line to talk to their children’s teachers.
I'm going to take you somewhere Somewhere you don't want to go A place that is hidden Covered up A sad truth I'm putting you in a very real place A place no one wants to be
What is this society we live in?
We are all gears given similar purposes.
Live freely. Confined in the school system ever since I was six.
And I'll keep doing so until I find another purpose.
Everything is scaryIn the middle school.No one ever said sorry,Everyone was cruel.Fourth grade it was,I could never forget.These monsters who taught meThe phrase, "revenge and regret".
You look at me across the car,
In the passenger seat,
Filling out deposits and withdraws,
In’s and out’s of the system,
Counting out loud the hard-earned cash to be wasted on impractical things.
Technology is the same
As any other game
Technology sets the way
For anyone who wants to play
Just remember where ever you’re going to post
You should always have a secure host
I will push harder,
For I am enlisted
in this battle for which
I have stubbornly persisted.
My life revovles around a piece of paper.
A piece of paper that has complete control of me
And my family.
Will we lose our house one day?
Will we have a car?
Do I need to get another job?
Sometimes you’ll carry the world on your shoulders, even when thinking that you’ll fall
Wake up in the morning get dressed and make up my mind to go to school or wait
What will make me go to school today?
Wake up in the morning get dressed and make up my mind to go to work or wait
My horses feet are as swift as rolling thunder,
He carries me away from all my fears,
And when the world threatens to fall asunder,
His mane is there to wipe away my tears.
Gliding through the hallwaysSurrounded by people I don’t knowShoulders touching, voices collidingAnd I thinkHow is this any differentThan a place where the condemned goA residence for the convicts
This is what the front line is like
A line where all have stood at points in life
A trial of tears, stress and pain
Deception is an ugly site
There is some sort of delight
What makes me tick?
Where to even begin?
How can I reply when I can’t rely
On my own mind.
Exactly what kind
Of question requires a response to complex
It perplexes me, thoughts so convex
Most of my thought is consumed by fear and uncertainty.
My future holds the key.
My future consumes me whole.
Fear and uncertainty are my futures spawn,
Its wild children.
Her voice followed me everywhere I stepped, haunting my love for her when I knew she was at rest. calling my name, my heart has chills, mempries I still try to forget.
What becomes of your life and what becomes of yourself;
to run away from it all that you could not have felt. How you could live free and turn back the darkness you depict;
It only becomes a constant remembrance that your life becomes an imprisonment;
Living yet dying each second but wasn't put in our eyes to envision it.
How do I be myself?
You tell me how…
You tell me what to do every day…
School.
Then work.
How can I be me?
When I’m always going what I’m told to do.
And only that.
Excuse me because I have my life together
Excuse me because my GPA is higher than yours would ever
Excuse me because I always have my umbrella for rainy weather
Excuse me because I know inside you think you are better
As I sit and think of why certain things must be.
The anger, the confusion, which oh how frustrates me.
We are blind by the emotional disconnection, when I witness such cruelty.
No homework on Friday nights
Over the summer bugs masquerade as light
Soda pop on the porch
Terrible heat, outside we scorch
All to soon I grew up
Lost from me my sippy cup
I walk into class every morning
at 7:15 AM.
Kids push and shove into me
and my scowl is covered by a red face.
Why do you let kids
hurt each other?
Whether it be words or swords,
My generation scares me
And I’m afraid to claim them
They have blood on their hands
They’re murderers
Headstones have big brothers names on them
Kids are playing game and the stakes are high
That story is to hard to tell
A tale to painful
But alas the pages are opened
To a heart so broken and dull
Is it the water from the shower head?
Or millions of tears from my eyes?
We..all...die.
The goal is not to live forever, it's to create something that will..
So ima create somethin that makes the time stand still..
See ima make that kid on the block turn around
