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Dear life
im just tryna make it
my mind is so vaccant
my heart's been bruised and beaten
my soul is still breaking
and I can't seem to find my place in this world
It seems now a days im having more dreams
Were im falling straight down
No destination in sight
No light to guide
Sometimes I wish I would just reach the end
Cause it seems more and more these days
So if mind is a concept created by humans, then haven't we earned the right to control it?
I treasure my heart
It's my beating conscience
It tells me the rght path to pick at the crossroads of my life-
Being alone left to think is a scary, scary thing.
The silence in my head is painfully loud.
Each cluttered thought makes its own sound.
All the noise from my brain makes my ears ring.
When I look in the mirror at myself I see deeper than what's my image on the surface, When I look in my reflection I am the rain and the sun nothing that can be easily undone, Most see sunshine and a halo in my reflection because I can do nothing
When I read this and when you do too, you will think... How can I be so stupid to not be able to control this feeling
It's a journey all the life...
Sometimes for wisdom,
Sometimes for bliss,
Whoever any where I meet,
There is something they have to teach,
Positive or negative both give teachings,
Inside my head
A universe lies
Galaxies far and wide
Farther than can be seen by the eyes.
A planet for my nightmares
A place I never go
All things terrifying in this
Dumping ground, this hole.
Tuve un vistazo del cielo
Exhalo un gran exhalación
Un aleteo en mi pecho
El mano en el muelle y empujón
For a second,People laughFor a second,People shoutFor a second,People cryFor a moment,There is peaceFor a moment,There's a songFor a moment,
The world is a swirling ball of chaos
So many people
Rushing about
Not looking up from their job
Remaining blind
Ignoreing the crying child
The lonely man
The woman with bruises
To those who died, for the things you believed
Do you think the world, has gown from your seed
Has the tree expanded, to its furthest height
Becoming overgrown, even disppearing from sight
My Eyes Are The Seers Of Treasure,
Among The Limbs When I Dream Of Leasure,
The Brain Is Wealth,
As A Thieve Is To Stealth,
The Future Is For The Dreamers,
God save the dreamer
Whose home was a fort of betrayal
His eyes were shattered like crystal
At a glimpse of the unmistakable truth
They made him a rigid boulder
A mob of pitchforks and claws
Music uplifts the strings on my guitar,Hockey uplifts the puck on my stick,Education uplifts the knowledge in my head,Preparedness uplifts the opportunities in my life,Work uplifts the money in my pocket,
Why do we wake up?
Humans are evil .
Humans are dumb.
Humans can think yes.
But only of what suits them best.
Humans walk beside the rest of us.
Forgetting they are the rest of us
Lately I've been having so much trouble forming coherent sentences, and I thought maybe it had to do something with you.
Why her? Why me?
Why does she feel like the whole world is out to get her?
Feeling like no one wants to see her succeed or follow her dreams.
But she loves so hard that she wants to see everyone make it in life.
The world is a dark place
All people are bad
Never trust anyone
We hide behind a mask
Darkness is within us
We must better ourselves
Negativity is dangerous
Light can brighten our soul
And then the heavens burst forth,
With the song of a million raindrops,
Drenching the world with hope.
Hope lingers on flower petals,
The earth absorbs it, hungry for more.
Children play in it,
Growing up is tough, rough, but I''m learning a bunch.
About Who I am, Who I want to be, and all the new people I meet.
Sometimes I wish my life would all slow down,
I'm becoming a Junior in High School
Lets live for today
Let past troubles fade away
Let go of the uncontrollable, its not here to stay
So why do we
worry about other things
they dont matter, they dont matter
Nothing is here to stay
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't
A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
fear i once heard of.
it could damage your life
it could bring you down
it could hinder your mind
fear is not from God it from the devil
Fear distract you from your blessing
fear causes to give up
Having a new life is like finding
love at first sight.
being change is like allowing
yourself to in a hand that
would never fail you.
as my life go on daily i gain more strength
forgiveness is like releasing guilt and hatred in and out your life.sometime forgiveness is a really hard to deal with.you have all type of memorie that hinders your mind.
We all want to be loved
But what is love if we're all blind
Not able to see their mistakes
We think our partner is perfect
I guess we're just too kind
We don't umderstand why
A poem from my future serving as a past and present reference:
Life in its many stages represents various shades.
I have a dry ass reality
A reality filled with corridors
And cobwebs
of unrequited dreams
I’m within a dimension
That I can’t fathom
Unsatisfactory
Dissatisfied
Putting on of my hands
I walk a lonely road in the dark
Filled with thorns and thisles
I hear music, see a small light
I am wearing tattered old ripped blue jeans
I am cold
What can you do when you can't take it no more
Like there no place for you to be
Everyone has attack you in so many
Ever since 3rd grade I was changed for life
The though of failing a grade was a nightmare
It brings chills to my skin just thinking about it
I don't want to be alone
but be apart of something where people can except me for me
Be yourself when some ones looking
be yourself even when no ones looking
Don't stop being yourself from rejections you might get in your heart
Our E.T (Ending Truth)
We are not the only ones,
That’s selfish to think so,
Billions of planets,
Theres days when I fall and can't get back up
only to find a solution for me finding my balance again
I hide files of myself into steel vaults
keeping the code to myself
not letting anyone else see
who I am
and what I hide
But only what I pretend to be
In all these years
I still have not come
dad
2 daddy your my superhero
3 daddy mommy said i am not aloud to let peeople touch me there
4 momy where is daddy
It's a whirlwind, you feel like you no longer are in control of your heart because you gave it away unintentionally. It feels like constant emotion of happiness and want.
Are you the person who seats in the back of the class and when someone calls on you
everyone looks back and ask whose that
The reason for my anger is that I'm frustrated
that no one seems to take the time and listen
to many opinions but no real facts
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw that big wave
The water was not normal
But as dark as a cave
It was full of weird greens and reds and blacks
I’m confused in this world.
My Parents tell me one thing
And my friends tell me another.
I watch all the movies.
I thought what I was feeling was real.
What happened to love, live life.
I wonder to myself how you are still here
When thinking of you made me shed tears
Knowing that you might fade away
Wanting you to stay
But then light appears
Brightening the atmosphere
Reach through the crack above your horizons.
Breathe the mellow flower that sprinkle beauty upon your arrival.
Oh soul speak through me so that I touch thee young children in abundant ways
In the midst of moments,
constantly transitioning from one to the other,
we struggle to grip onto time.
Past, future,
simply living in the present.
Loosing our footing on the ground we call home.
Chewing nails over broken wishbones.
Wrapping your reflexes around the pills you couldnt swallow.
Discovering how little we rely on ourselfs.
As I ruminate over everything my parents had done for me
I declare in my thought, before it slips, it gets caught
I will repay them back for the hardwork they did so I can be here, now
Who am I?
I ask myself this question repeatedly
An Asylum within my mind
Every room holds some secrecy
Who am I?
The temperature was high above normal,eyes staring through the top of a portal,Immortal,His soul burned deep,Sweat from the tip of his nose,
Life is like a puzzle-- five or six puzzles
Thrown on the floor, the pieces mixed in a whirlpool of peanut butter and swiss cheese
It's confusing as shit
Grammar-- It's more confusing than shit.
Could it be
That what needs to change
Is the fear of change?
When change is abundant it dies
For it becomes an indefinite routine
But what is change if we do it consistently?
I once knew light
it smiled from every corner of the world
it shuttered hopes of happiness
I once felt light
it caressesed my empty soul
made love to a painful heart
I once knew light
Yes
I am that girl
who thought she was everybody
through her infinity scarves and trending combat boots
but really in combat with her inner emotions
the conflicting feelings she thinks no one can comprehend
Hiding in the hallwaysSo no one can see me
Hiding in the hallways But I am who I see
Hiding in the hallwaysA person with no confidenceHiding in the halIwaysis what you made me
I want to be a poet
Write words that people never thought of
Grace the world with ideas that don't come to mind
Question the arts of love
and happiness
Push the notion of pain
You closed the door in my face when I needed an umbrella
you left me in the rain to wash away
Looking at the mirror what do I see a MONSTER. A person so evil, hopeless, hateful,thoughtless, and weak. A person with a mask she reveal only though the nightmares that creeps though her mind.
I trudge through the swamp
Bones aching
Muscles screaming
Drowning in murky waters
Lost among millions.
Take this way to freedom, they chant
Turn your foot to the right.
My ankles snap
The struggle is what makes this such a crazy ride but it has its beauty
Being lost souls—that's our common struggle. In the end pain is what unites
We must think about what inside us ignites
Look at me and tell me what you see.
A young black educated male is what I hope you perceive me to be.
I have God beside me, my parents behind me and my family around me and I’m going to strive to be all that I can be.
Dear No One,
There is a tale told that ends happily.
This tale is told with a smile and bright happy eyes.
Dear No One,
There is a tale told of darkness,
this told with many betrayals and lies.
I know your dirty secret
Is locked in a box
Or a closet perhaps,
I hope no one knocks.
It's buried so deep,
But still it reeks.
So awful and horrible,
How dare you look at me?
Look at me, like I can’t be me unless me is in the eyes of how you want me to be.
How dare you laugh at me?
Her mouth is silent
But her eyes scream for help.
She likes to hide,
Hide away the bruises and marks,
Marks over her body
Her heart covered with scars,
Love,A Horizon compelled betweenTwo Suns and a MoonTrend carefullyBecause love is yet an eclipse that canDarken your path towards Enlightenment
They say knowledge is power,
and it's true, we can learn something every hour.
But unfortunately there is a chain...
...one that is broken, rusted, and stained.
People who use their knowledge in the wrong way...
Tonight I’ll sit on thecold sands of a deserted beach,looking out over the sighing waves ofa black ocean,the sky subtly blending into the waterlike a camouflage—they are one in the same.
Life once so innocent and pure. Allured by temptations the flesh was too weak to dismiss.
A kiss, so sweet. So discreet. Enveloped with all affections known to mankind.
All I am is bonesBreakable and bendableBird bonesHollowed out, emptyCreating a superficial beingSupposed to be sturdyBut empty of strengthTrying to flyAll I am is bird bonesEasily broken
I have no anchor
to keep me on this ground
my feet
barely touch the ground
and my soul is struggling to leave
my God!
I need an anchor!
The stars are beautiful,
I see my sad reflectionEyes staring at me blanklyMystified by your attractionI've been thinking about us lately
Listening to a Instrumental can be so soothing ,like the wave of a hand imitating the movement of a snake in slow motion . Just as clever as the rain rolling of the sides of your window pane at night time .
When I sit down with a paper and a pen,my mind starts to assemble a puzzle of words.I paint a picture in my mind, over and over again.Sentences for brushes - my imagination is the color palette,
Static silence converges on my ears
Stealing my sanctuary
Refusing to let me rest in nothingness
Why must there always be something, not nothing?
The feeling of my mind carrying the burden of all of the weight of the cement bricks hanging unwantedly from my eyelashes.
