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It Just Doesn't Make Sense

It just doesn't make sense.

You tell me to get a college education.

You prepare me from grade 6.

You help me along the path then when I need you most, you dump me off. 

 

It just doesn't make sense. 

I understand not getting into some colleges. 

I understand we can't always get what we want.

But when it finally feels things are going right, I have found the college for me, the only thing stopping me shouldn't be the money. 

 

It just doesn't make sense.

I shouldn't be stopped in my dreams.

I shouldn't be limited because of money.

I shouldn't feel burdened chasing after my dream. 

 

It just doesn't make sense. 

I was never taught it would feel like this. 

I wasn't prepared to go through this nightmare.

I'm just so tired of money being the center of my woes. 

 

It just doesn't make sense.

My dream won't die off. 

It can't happen, I won't let it. 

Somehow, someway I'll overcome this sickening reality.

 

It just doesn't make sense. 

 

You tell me to get a college education. 

You prepare me from grade 6. 

You help me along the path then when I need you most, you abandon me.

 

It just doesn't make sense.

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A Thing You Cannot See

I feel you on my skin

Your sweet caress against my cheek

You who are as harmless as you are destructive 

Wonderous and immortal you give me strength 

 

Reflective as the water which you ripple through

You show what I feel

Calm

Tumultuous 

Invisible 

Impossible to ignore

 

Without you swinging from the trees

Without you eroding away the mountains 

Without you keeping my attention elsewhere 

Without you I'd surely fade. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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Love

Fri, 10/21/2016 - 08:31 -- Titocab

Roses are red violets are blue 

i love you

you seem so happy

when I see you

cause you're just as beautiful 

when you're you. 

This poem is about: 
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 
5 Famous Poems about Family
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 
Allusion

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Missin your missin

You can say I miss you

I won't hold it against you

Easy are we

Just 1,2,3

But what will last

Bc I'm falling fast

I need to know

Give me a show

I need some answers

I need some reason 

I need some confirmation

That my heart's not wastin

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Purposeful Poetry

Location

I write to convey feelings, of many different kinds.To expose the world and all it's wonder, to all of the curious minds.                                                                                                                                                                                                  I write to voice my opinion, to those who have not heard. To show others new perspectives in life, to make a difference with each word.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             These are many of the hopes I have, for the writing that I do. There are so many ways to interpret things; How you see them is up to you. 

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Gun Violence

Gun violence is nothing new in my neighbor,

people shooting left and right and I'm hoping one of those bullets don't hit mine,

shaking my head everytime I go on social media and see someone dying from gun violence, 

guns don't bring happiness, nor will they ever,

and shooting in war don't make things any better,

if I had a dollar for everyone who has been shot in my city I'll be a millionaire, 

all you see is me being rich and not the amount of bodies gun violence takes,

mothers praying things will get better, but when is it ever really, 

having to see their sons involved over something silly,

gun violnce is something that my neighborhood is used to,

seeing someone get shot, then watch as people set up candles and a t-shirt,

and theres nothing police can do beause they don't want to get hurt,

what happened to fist fighting over differences, 

not saying fighting is okay, but it sure is better than seeing a R.I.P on someone's name,

hopefully one day gun violnce will end.

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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Lost Potential

Rounding corners I hear my name 

And soon enough I see your face 

 

Interests for you pursued at appeal

While I'm apprehensive & new to this ordeal 

 

Confident and odd, a mystery man

I smile: a spark, my attention grabbed 

 

Flirtatious, innocent, dashing eyes 

Naive, I fall for my demise

 

A turning point in my life

My ignorance guides me in shallow light 

 

Charisma, intelligence..& something bizarre

Relentless, you lead me into the dark 

 

Impulsive, quick, without much thought

Mystery allured me, despite the cost

 

Confused, I dissect time after time

Never to understand and wrap my mind

 

Distraught and allured all in the same 

Something about you made me insane 

 

Time goes on, ups and downs

Driven by words only spoken aloud 

 

Abnormal, I knew this couldn't be right 

Naivety follows no matter the bite

 

No matter the angle I tried to take

My eyes saw nothing but a blank slate 

 

Vulnerability once let down 

Hurt and confused, since then not allowed

 

Patches with you and patches without

Always returning, now with doubts 

 

Each time is different, in mostly good ways

Impelled to reach you through a thick haze

 

The chemistry is right, it's felt and known

But faults still arise and struggles are prone

 

Giving up is one thing I struggle to do

Hoping and striving for a better me and you

 

As we continue to mature and better ourselves 

Levels of intimacy and growth impel 

 

They always say your first is different than the rest

Different & extraordinary, I do attest

 

At this point I question where we'll end up 

Years from now, if regret will erupt 

 

I think about what it'd be like if we were to be

Bound on another level of intimacy

 

Feeling misunderstood, but not only by you

Comfort is a rarity I have with few 

 

Sometimes I wonder if I'm wasting my time 

Or if this is exactly what I need in my life 

 

It's been around 4 years since we first met

Somehow still tied up & making attempts 

 

An effortless love with complicated roots

Inner struggles built up, a trying refute 

 

Taking it day by day, we'll figure this out 

What's meant to be will be without any doubt 

 

Until then, right now you are all mine 

And nothing makes me happier than any other find

 

If it's possible & we do make it through 

A love few experience could exist for me and you 

 

Deeper than an abyss, high above the Earth

All existing love, above all knowing worth 

 

Give me your all and I will show you my world

A spectrum of feelings to express & to be heard 

 

Few times said, I really do want you 

Growing stronger and stronger the more we pursue 

 

Afraid to be vulnerable, but it's a must 

Afraid of you breaking me & ruining my trust

 

Fear will never allow for the connection we need 

Show me your true self and be vulnerable for me

 

I love you, I want you

Please reciprocate...

Today, tomorrow, and the rest of all days

 

 

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This poem is about: 
Me

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Goodbye Spring

The winter winds came in swift and harsh

Taking the vibrancy of our sun-filled adventure skipping rocks along the creek

A storm of hail battered us down till I had nothing left of you

Except the hollowness that has engulfed your absence  

 

Every inch of my memory of us is covered in a clean blanket of ice

Glimmers of light shine through revealing how we could still be,

But slips through the fingertips that try to grasp at your hand

 

Unexpected warmth radiated from your gleaming smile

Luminous stretched lips whose rays saturated my nose with the scent of sunshine

And eyes that twirled me in a whirlpool of clear celtic oceans

 

I’ll miss you scooping me up only to lay me on the ground for a quick chuckle

Late nights pretending to do homework just so we could talk in private

How you’d toss salsa packets and folded socks at me with no explanation,

the way a ten year old who doesn’t know how to express attraction would

 

Replaying the twenty-six hours on an amtrak, asking intimate questions of who we were

As if searching for the very start of our roots that burrowed in the muck of our pasts

Repeating the phrase ‘surveillance camera’ because it sounded smooth on your ears

And splitting headphones in a way that only love-struck teen fools do

 

Winter has now frozen every stunning teen romance movie moment

There’s no way to hold those memories close for long, without the burn of frostbite

The slush smothers Spring and forces me to let you go

 

Before taking those steps in the freshly fallen snowflakes,

I lick icicles only for the water to freeze back inside me

Accepting fate, I attempt to say goodbye with only a whisper escaping my lips

As I walk away cautiously into a blinding blizzard of ivory snow

This poem is about: 
Me

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Protests

People protest because they want to be heard.

They want to fight for their rights, 

but sometimes those end up turning into fights.

People’s rights are like gold, 

so they have to stand up and be bold.

People protest because of unfair laws,

because they feel like they have a cause.

People protest because they want to be seen.

A protest isn’t always just a big scene.

So don’t worry, don’t give up,

stand tall,

then we won’t have to worry at all.

Our voices will be heard.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 
Imagery

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AM I really this way?

AM I really this way?

Like a man in his own skin different from day to day.

I liked a man yesterday and a woman today.

AM I traitor?

Like Benedict Arnold constantly betraying and retracing battle lines.

I feel so confused and yet fine.

AM I comfortable?

Like that first toe dip into a calm serene lake.

Then must my world still rumble and shake?

AM I Gay, Bi, or Pansexual?

Do you even know what those terms mean?

Better yet, do I know how they feel in the depths of my bones and in my soul?

AM I just another confused kid?

Like a Conservative Anti-LGBT statistic.

Just another "phase" that I'm going through.

AM I just depressed?

Like Eeyore in Winnie the Pooh.

Just grasping for something, anything,dear God, anything new.

AM I to blame for the dissolution of marriage?

Like sex, money, lies, and videotape.

Just swept under the rug like rape.

However society perceives me

whether or not people believe me

I am who I am. I am LGBT.

Guide that inspired this poem: 
7 Tips for Writing Poetry About LGBTQIA+ Issues

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