School: take two
And we're back,
5 weeks in,
again with the depression.
last night another attack
constantly looking for a snack
I'm hungry I'm tired,
and i'm broke wanting to retire.
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Trading lowercase for Capital
lips shut tight
what i might say won't be right
always silent, out of sight
never argue or put up a fight
I wish my voice could ring like a GONG!
I wish I could tell someone they are WRONG!
I wish I felt like I BELONG!
I wish I could be STRONG!
This poem is about:
Me
Because I love you
Because I love you, you won't betray me.
You won't go behind my back with other women.
You won't mentally destroy me.
You won't make fun of me.
You won't put me down.
Because I love you, you will respect me.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
Darkness is my Identity
What
Is
Your
Name
The question resonates in my brain as the ringing in my ears drill on with great intensity
THINK
I am submerged into darkness, limp with fatigue
I find nothing but pain lost in light and darkness
Separated by the veil
Diving desperately into the darkness
Looking for the distant lights
Facing muted stares and just beyond my fingertips
Who
Are
You
I am thought
I am sound
I am light
I am darkness
My identity has become darkness #NoFilter
Location
A world filled with color has been replaced, the image you long to touch has suddenly been erased. A vivid imagination when making colored creations, a world different from ours that couldnt be put on paper. But who am I? Just a picture in black and white, a photo filter created to hide whats deep inside.
Poetry Slam:
Poetry Terms Demonstrated:
Shaking Away the Dust
Location
84015
United States
41° 8' 0.078" N, 112° 3' 34.416" W
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We plan out lives out in
moments, around people, around
events. When things don't go
accordingly, our worlds fall
apart. And, when I write,
I write about the rubble:
the pieces of broken heart and
the fragments of happiness. When
there's no earthquake to make
mountains shake, the debris
isn't there. I can't write to
clear the dust. So I have to
write about others wreckage.
I pretend to know how to
handle their emotions when
I don't even know how to
build my life out of my own.
I just pretend to know.
I was, Now I Am
Bright lights but a shadow heart
Real Words but a hurtful tougue
Persuasive eyes but different color pupils
Loving songs with broken guitar strings
Wearing a coat full people and a hat full of thieves
Soul like ravens but have the intentions like christian crusaders
Rejecting you to be with me
Counting numbers from 4 to 10 and leaving behind 1,2, and 3
Who are you to save a neck of rods when im still collecting metal
Troubled with words but unique with poison
Striked me down with open knowledge then kissed me with working magic
Made with anger and killed by love
Pulled out by a finger and sheltered by its hand
Asked for it but was given Me
Smiled and now Smiling
Poetry Slam:
Guide that inspired this poem:
why not
I always held myself back until someone asked me
why not.
I never wanted to take a risk until somone asked me
why not.
I wanted to play it safe until someone asked me
why not.
So why are you waiting? I'm asking you
why not?
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
"I'm fine."
Life,well,we all know it's hard. But for some strange reason we all keep moving on, even tho one of us passes away or makes a mistake we're fine, because we are all so used to putting up that mask, and saying stuff you don't mean, then if somone suspects something you shut them out with two the simple words, "I'm fine." And they just seem to always walk away.
You see, there's two people in this world, the one who takes the time to smell the roses, and the other who just strides past them. What one are you? Well, that's for your actions to deside. The words "I'm fine" shut people out, the words "I'm fine." Make people Unsure if your ok. Unsure if you need them. So for once, say something other then im fine.
This poem is about:
Me
Mind At Bat
Two strikes against me
He struck me out the last time
Breathe. You can do this.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me