Time
I’m stuck inside this mind
If only I could stop the time
And what I want and what I am would align
This poem is about:
Me
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The women in black
Heavy quiet approaches the dark room
She sits with envy
Sorrow and emptiness in her soul
Kindness from her hearth for some has long vanished
Her hearth is filled with sadness
Her Weakness reflects in her loneliness
covered with dark black fabric
Hate flows true her as she sees two white doves inlove
Bitter jealusy approaches her hearth
As the birds happily fly along
SUN
I'm like the sun
Beautiful with a bright personality
You can't look at me long
You'll see my past that contains pain
And you won't look at me the same
That's why I burn
So your eyes shy away quick
Because intentions are no good
I hurt in silence as I do best
Fulfill the needs of others before
my own
Now you see why I'm like the sun
And shine alone
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Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
Locked Out
Locked out the house, really bored.
Forgot the purse somewhere at school, on a Friday.
Don't have a key, was in the purse.
Hear the phone ringing inside the house, remains unanswered.
What to do, sitting on the steps bored.
No homework or schoolwork, nothing to pass the time.
Phone has rung three times, still remains unanswered.
Wondering what to do next, still sitting and waiting.
Can't call the folks, don't have a phone.
Can't email them either, no internet access.
Just sitting here, waiting for time to creep up.
Seven minutes has passed since starting this, still bored.
Leaving now, hoping for a miracle.
If none comes, still waiting.
Will wait as long as is needed, like an obedient dog waiting for their master.
Will wait, and wait.
Nothing comes, still will wait.
Will wait as long as needed, will wait.
This poem is about:
Me
Hiding In Plain Site
I went to a new school
Where they were all different.
They were not the heard of sheep I had come to know
To expect. Not the jock cheerleader complex, raided party tales, top 40 hits or bad cologne. Not the smirks or see through smiles, Mean Girl embodiments or--
I came as one, complete in appearance and mind.
They took me, and fixed me.
I sighed in relief, for I was shiny and new
Not the next model, (new! Coming soon!) but the “real” me
The true me.
Stripped down to bone and built up again, better,
They “fixed” me.
As glorious and beautiful, fantastic as they were,
They are what they scorn
Sheep
Clones.
Not snow white like the typical,
But rainbow colored, half dyed
Polka dotted with stars for eyes,
And Birkenstock sandals to cover their cloven feet.
Clunky heels, and virgin brows, as liberal as could be
How could they, so worldly and wise
Not be able to see
With their star dotted eyes
That they were, are, the same thing, as the jocks that are Men and boys that are Dumb, the girls so Fake with minds Barbie-waist Small
The guise
It’s what they hide behind.
They are that animal they deeply despise.
I was a sheep
I still am.
Not shiny and new, or old and known
Not snow white or striped in neon pink
But still
A thing that is not me.
Even if I were to escape my blankets and securities
To be stripped naked and bare would not matter—
I would still be a sheep, hiding in the open
Among them. The heard
We stand as one.
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Me
My community
Our world
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Against The Odds
Location
Standing strong,
Standing fast,
I will last,
Throw anything at me,
And I will take it,
Step all over me,
And I will make it,
I've been through ordeals,
You can never fathom,
Or maybe you can,
But it doesn't really matter,
Because I have rose above it all,
I've kept my wits about me,
And I've kept my strength,
And in my future I can still see,
Confindence is overflowing,
Because I know I have the power,
The will,
The determination,
I will rise above my place,
And begin anew,
I will go against the odds,
Because that's just what I can do,
And so can you.
Rise steadily through the ranks,
You can do anything,
Take my hand,
And we will go against the odds.
Mom
If I had to pick one thing I couldn’t live without it would be my mom
I don’t quiet no why
Maybe it’s the amazing smell of her lip balm
Or maybe because she wheres fabulous Toms!
Actually, I know for a fact that it’s because
I love her with all my heart
And it absolutely kills me whenever we are apart.
This poem is about:
My family
There You Are
The moon is peaking through the clouds
Leaves ruffle as I walk these empty streets
Unusual thoughts come to my mind
Memories that now bring uncertainty
It was awkward enough to say goodbye
An invitation had been laid on top of the doormat
A tiny rose stuck to the back of the envelope
An inscription read …
“Can’t wait to see you again.”
The wind blows through my hair,
My heart still beats like a drum,
I open the door to a tiny room,
So many questions come to my mind
Yet my face glows as I think of you
Family ruins
Needle in the vein
You slowly go insane
How could you abandon us
Over something so scandalous
I have kids of my own now
I work and work, the sweat of my brow
How could being high ever compare
The the kisses the hugs and the smell of their hair?
Darkness surrounded you when you lost one son
But for that you lost us all, cuz you couldn't over come
The addiction took you over
I still try and seek this closure
I try to understand just what made you think this way
Why didn't you guys just stay?
Be the family we longed for,
The mother i would grow up to adore
The father that walked with me at my wedding
The parents who stayed up late to wash my brothers bedding
But it was left to us to grow
Trying to find life on our own
I wish to go back to the days before depression hit
Before the drugs took over and suddenly nothing right in life fit
I know life got hard, dad was drunk, Justin was gone
But you could have been the mother I missed for so long
I try to understand just how hurt and lost you became, after losing something so dear
But this next thing I'm going to say, is something I fear
If one of my children died, i just couldn't imagine
But to abandon the others I wouldn't even fathom
There's no reason, or ryme
That I would sit there and waist my time
I'd be there to see the others into adulthood
I'm sorry mom, I wish I understood
But I don't, and I can't. Resentments maybe, that's just the fact
Of the matter
I know your world was in a shatter
But goddamn it mom how could you
Leave behind kids who loved you
This poem is about:
My family