Anthropomorphism
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This is war,
A cryptic whirlpool of souls and hurt
In which we have no friend but earth.
Earth! Earth! Earth!
The heart is dark and seem to condense into mournful darkness,
with in the brooding gloom,
but in the august light of abiding memories, with reference and affection, From person to person, both titled and untitled
It took me awhile to go through change. It took me a minute to get through the pain. I use to think it was impossible, until I looked down at broken chains. I made do for myself, I knew I could do it.
Love is feeling homesick
for a place you have never been
Or the urn you keep on the mantle
filled with your father's remains
Love is that drive to the vet with your best friend
Life.
It’s a weird word really.
Not the sound that it makes but the experiences of it are just…
I hate it.
It’s weird how just when it gives you something great,
Lust and desires
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My love i lust after you. I have so many desires for you. I need you near me. Filling your skin touching mine.
Your the best part of me.
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Baby can you
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Baby if i told you that I'm sorry. Would you believe me? If i told you that I deeply and truly love you. Would you even care?
I have never loved the way that i love you!
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Fallen Love
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There once was a love that i thought was so true. Then everyone else showed me the truth even you.
You're the most precious peace
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You Gave me Meaning
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You never cease to amaze me
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This love i have for you is eternal never ending
by Sandrajohnsonj on June 16, 2021. © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
Hey don't forget the word for today is do whatever the fuck makes you happy even if society isn't as quite as happy for who you are but be happy for who you are do whatever the fuck you wanna do and if they don't like it tell each one of them to s
1.Love is blind,
some how kind,
easy to find,
when you realy need.
2.It will never get in your heart,
neither in your mind,
and make thing grind,
unless you grant
Wake up
I know you might be living the life you wish to be
I know you might be living the life you wished to be, But to BE we breathe and must get busy as a bee
Fot our life to be we must work;its not free
Tick! Tock! Tick Tock!
a Tick and a Tock!
The clock ticks to a new brighter day,
where man has to strive in paving his way;
Struggling and Roaming to clear his Path,
He Stands and Glims at the World of Myth;
So, my mom bore me in the
wild of the west Indies
This little black boy,
but! What if my soul is white;
there`s a mircle
called friendship
that is deep within the heart
and you don`t know
how it happens
there`s a mircle
called friendship
that is deep within the heart
and you don`t know
how it happens
On earth rules a king
Though higher than sleep,
Takes the same wing;
Sending humans deep
With its dizzying ring.
Drop your eyes lower
And lean your head on my shoulder
It getting colder
As the night grows older
Stay with me here
Till sunset
From the onset
I saw it to be concert
When i share my secret with the moon
It gives me a fancy smile
From a distance of 239000 mile
I am seen a lunatic
But only a feeling too gingantic
Indeed,
you would love her too
if you would only see her
sitting in a sun-saturated kitchen
with a flower in her hair
and a lyrical smile.
There she stood with the world on her shoulders
With tears of Jupiter
She feels unwanted,Misused, and misunderstood
She stands strong with her wounds
She is a soul they never knew
You came into my life and stoled my heart
Little did I know, this would be my new start
I was so frightened and so scared
But you showed me how much you really cared
I never knew it could be like this
Where will I go from here?
After crossing the dams of knowledge
From sunrise to noon
Perhaps! I thought I was in moon.
You created me to be
The one and only me
For all my faults and sins
You've taught me love always wins
For sad nights and glory days
You have always guided me and shown me the way
I saw a time before this
Sometime before we left
With a warm fuzzy feeling inside all of them
I saw an aggregation coming together as time just froze for us
I would have happily stayed theresleeping in my airless candreaming in the silent darknesswith not a concern in the world
She walks in beauty like the night
The breeze blowing against her loneliness
Her weight bearing down on the city
Alas! A victim! A p o o r s o u l ..
With a single touch
In his body she holds court
I wrote poems for you
And you didn't appreciate it,
I made another one just for you
But then again,you've ignored it.
Here goes the cry of the Eagle.
Prouding it's self of how far it can soar:
High above the grounds;
Where it seems all exceeded.
Among all other winged natures.
As I write this,
I am smiling ear to ear,
with your thought on my mind,
your name on my lips,
your beautiful face
flashing in front of my eyes
and my heart
filled with love for YOU.
No one scares me like the shadow like the shadow in the mirror
The shadow knows my darkest thoughts
The shadow tells me things I dont want to hear as I beg it to stop
My right hand on a Bible, my left gat a mic,
Before God and fellow men, I vow to aid through the night,
For all of those who ain't got voices though they speak and they fight,
Dirty table, high chair, hungry bear
A mother eats her young,
doesn’t anybody care?
You don’t know my reason,
A passing thought while strolling through the dale.
With their limbs , on hikes , I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor splayed I spread.
Passing glancing, perhaps giant nemesis they were.
War, a Young Man's game
For he speaks with Young Man's voice.
And his wild wolfish words a cause for young men to rejoice.
The old men pass him by, ears deaf with thunder lead
He walks with ignominy
Lost and confused
He talks delphic with visions of his impiety
Gentle in the way he hid his lust
He had been drowned in a sea of mockery
Castrated by his own, reluctant to adhere
The pristine colors of brush and grass swirl together like paint on an artist's hand after a day's work.
Deep green cedars sprout, like rocks out of the sea, from the pastel yellow and purple tide of aging grass.
Dr. Mae Carol Jemison
is who I look up to
An African American Astronaut
there’s only been a few
October 17 was the day of her birth
A light fall breeze passes over the forlorn field,
Carrying with in an air of lonesomeness, a desire
To restore life into what has been sealed
Up for all eternity
You are yellow as the sun, a warm and bright individual.
Comforting in times of darkness, yet something so small.
The idea came like a whisper in the back of my mind.
Hello, it said warmly.
I had never felt anything like this tickle in my head before.
I am old and worn blue plastic, with rusty metal chainsI sit and wait in the soothing sounds of nature.Here, you come to find solace in me.I swing you up high in the sky, ignoring the ache in my joints,
Desperation is the face of every student
Seeking for happiness and a way to survive.
Our brains beating faster telling us we are ready to leave
Words go one by one
to finish a sentence or line,
They can bring mystery,
sadness, love, and joy.
Words bring meaning
to everything,
O firefly,
Little firefly,
There’s so much I do not know.
Some say you’re just a mean creature,
But you, for one, can glow.
O flower,
Delicate flower,
There’s so much I cannot see.
My inspiration...
My inspiration is living.
My inspiration is trying.
To look upon the road carved in the forest,
and walk the other way.
To take the journey nobody else has.
When I didn’t think
I had what it took
I carried you with me.
I had run out of articles,
I begged a friend to print you out.
It’s always you
You’re my alarmclockIf it weren’t for youI’d never get out of bed
You’re my air‘Cause I just can’t breathe without you
You’re my hobbyBecause spending time with you never bores me
Mother Ocean.
Creates.
Destroys.
Home for all sea creatures.
Home for all sea plants.
Waves crash on the surface.
Sediments sway below.
Mother Ocean.
I provide a home.
Walking up a concrete hill on the way home from school.
The sun beams against my back.
Creating a shadow darker than my caramel skin.
A golden touch,
healing,
creating.
Arching back
and pulling string,
released
hits my center.
Streams of light
strumming a cord,
a melody arising.
Coffee aroma,
Lips stained a crimson red
Desperately awaiting her approach
As graceful as water she flowed towards him
The scent of her was intoxicating
June 29, 2019 His incandescent eyes,While striking fear into many hearts,Fulfills joy within mine. They're as warm as I've seen.Today, his dark abyss of a coatis adorned with color. He once hid beneath it,as West Virginia was fearful.But times hav
From decades of
Hypothecation
Knocking on behalf
No door still open
A land we woe
Said to be heaven
No gwon no crown
Out of throne
I thought,
it's time to knock
I spread my foot
Through unseen dark
No doors I found
All things to hack
Only a flake of wind
My hands to shake .
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Someone once said that monsters are the fragment of ones
imagination.
Others might even say monsters are a sign of evil,
but to me it’s much more than a sight to see.
I
it’s hard to make a circle that’s perfect
Such a simple looking shape, but a quite unattainable prospect
You only see such perfect appearances on paper, book, or magazine
From coloring to writing notes
From sleepovers to study groups
From best friends to strangers
From playing outside to longing for indoors
From playing handgames to forgetting how it goes
From the crashing waves of mother's birth
came a pale shiny rock
resting on the sandy pillow of earth.
A miracle conceived, a marvel to see
A memory not easily forgotten
that can easily vanish.
The year of 2007 on a cloudy day,
a black cat awaits at the front door.
A trail of words from a sobbing mother
rains upon a child.
Among all final goodbyes,
The walk home is the final wave,
Stepping off the dusty bus,
Starting soon, I’ll always behave:
For the run-down path returned right here.
From cub that sprouts
Then it's very pronounced.
Eats more and more,
and then to the core,
the lion comes out.
The glittering lights in Vegas can never compare to home.
Now creeping into my mid-twenties,
the love I have for the Bay will never grow old.
I never usually take the time to swim in the midnight skies of the city
I await for a person who doesnt come.
I debate wether I stay or go
If i move on on hand and toe
Mabye she'll come mabye no
Its almost time, its running out
Its almost time to go
As I grew with age I felt like a naked baby bird
In the world without feathers
Vulnerable and unaware of my surroundings
But as I gradually aged I started to see
The world and the beings in the world in
Strong arms and even stronger abs
A smile that could make the sun himself so drab
Eyes so piercing that they gaze into my soul
This was my idea of ‘boyfriend goals’
Then college comes
I LIVE IN MY JUNGLE, SO HARD AND SLENDER
IT'S ALL OF IT SAD AND GRAYS ITS DOORS...
AND YOU!!!!MY FRIEND ALTHOUGH BEAUTIFUL YOU SEE IT..
TO YOU I SAY THAT TO HER DO NOT COME ...
Mirror Mirror, on the wall,
What's gone wrong with it all?
People crying, people screaming.
The world itself is teeming,
With war, pestilence, and death.
winter birds in the deep green forest
animated by cold, her eyes stunning through the crowd
"I love you."
he was amazed, thrilled.
herons, pelicans, cranes, thoughts.
Twenty Five spends all her time and income on road trips and parties.Wondering along streets corridors with short skirts knocking door after door,
He's there,
From dawn to dusk.
Fills all with despair,
Leaving them as empty husks.
He pervades our body and mind.
Coming from our inner shadows,
Stopping us in time and leaving us blind,
Let the drops glissade fiercelyAnd blaze their trail unrepentantly.Bless them, that they may bleed with no contradiction. Oh please,Do not let them be licked awayBy the hasty tongues Of public decency and decorum,Pride and chauvinistic conven
In the dead of night I close my eyes
But cannot keep these thoughts outside
I hear it scratching at my door
And moaning from beneath the floor
the echo of strings
from the busy street it rings
as rosiny dust fills the air
a melody, calm, slow, almost still
a lone pigeon stops to stare
I feel like I am
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Down and down
With no bottom in sight.
I am surrounded by bubbles,
Of all different shapes and sizes,
Fear.
The mess of tangled thoughts, mangled anxieties, strangled shouts
That invades your brain
On quiet nights.
Fear.
I want to take in the blue gold with you and smell it's unmistakable.
European accent, so softly.
You laughed at my silly joke and saw as the pollen flowed to my cheeks, but I retreat with the wind.
I've got creatures caged in my mind.If I look, they are easy to find.To others though, is not so clear.They only hear what I let them hear.Most of the time these creatures are tame.
The sun shines as God approaches,He leaves a beam of light in the dark forest.The beam of light brightens to a shape of a lion.God sent him to shimmer the forest to lustre;
O pain; hurt, discomfort, my
friend,
You strike like the blast of Arctic
cold
Leaving trails of misery wherever you go,
Years ago, when the earth
Was as delicate as a new born doe
A huge land mass got split
Giving a piece of land
On which we stand, upright and still
Ancestors turned into humans
I don’t know why we are so different from each other
Even though we belong to the same race and the same mother
Being a boy is as hard as stone
Moving with the water, along a definite course
To find a definite shape
To take a collection of thoughts,
To open it and listen,
To hear the words that are brought,
Roaring yet silent written.
For every mind that lends itself to consideration and realization,
Christmas: a tiny holy thingy
blinking strings tie often streetpoles
redded hands in boiling coffee
not in mates palms
smile holds a teeth holes
sauced up by dentist.
When I was surrounded by pain,
I was completely insane.
I found myself alone in the dark,
People were only there to bark.
Every day I was cheated by this world,
They call me helpless, ugly and nerd.
"How worthless could you be foolish girl?"
Look in the mirror and see, the imperfections magnified
You don't look like her, that girl on the cover page, nearly perfect, with flaws removed
Good morning
Light in the sky
Come to wake
My sleeping eyes
How are you
This day bright
Never did I
Know such might
Giving Mother Earth A Chance
Mother Earth, our little blue planet, our home
Why does she cry?
She cries because we are hurting her, abusing her
Oh Voice, my Voice, where do you hide?
Why are you afraid to make yourself known?
To stand up for your rights and declare your stance
And to rise from the flooding swamps would be at least ideal.
When love is expressed with teasing,
It doesn't feel like love
When kove is expressed by fighting
It doesnt feel like love
Please love me in such a way that I can feel your heart
Don't put me down
When I was small, so was she. My hands deep in sand, She'd be on the grass with a teddy Snoring softly. When dragons raged and damsels danced To find space in my mind, worry wouldn't have chanced.
To believe
To really love all
I love all your poems of I and Us together endevuer
So to speak
Its been quite a long time and not missed
To believe
I love all
I love all your poems of me
So to speak
Its Ben quite a long time and not
Ive woke now
And will not not ever not be near forever my dears
Bekieve in i as i do all
Dear Perfection,
Every time I think of “beautiful,” I imagine wavy chocolate hair, deep blue eyes, and a lean build. Tan skin, large breasts, about 5’6” and a smile that makes any man’s heart melt. The antithesis of me.
I let you walk away, just like the extra kidney I don't need.
I let you convince me that changing who I am is the only way you could love me.
I wish I could hate you, but you are the reason that I am still alive .
A rock star
That's what they call you
The thick , oozing fame gushing
from your pores
You care for it
(Not at all)
Your true priority is blatant
Save the children
Save the art
The person who I feel deeply influenced by would be my mother.
I don't know of a task she has started and not completed.
She is trasnparent.
At first I never met a person like your a star to every person eyes and everyone love's you i never shown my feeling's like everyone else did they all loved you and some bullied you but one day they stop when you came to me to ask why i froze i kn
The mirror cries long tears to the bus station
Her feet draw their mottled shapes on the
Pavement
It is wet and cold.
In my mouth, there lies elegant blood
All of my dance life people told me how I would never make itHow i'm not good enoughHow I don't have a dancer body How i'm not graceful enough
The rain and the snow
The buzzing of the bees
All are important
To my lifelong story.
Glancing up above
And peering down below
All around I see
Wonderment inspiring.
Fear is My Captain
How quick people forget you
Sad when they see you
You stand there alone
Waiting, crouching.
Watching
They walk,
full of confidence with their bright red feet
Moving their heads to the rythem of the city
red eyes, staring far away, into a distant memory
Freedom has expired
Onto the road of depravity
Also known as captivity
Tortured when still alive
Watching others scared for their life
I’ve travelled for miles
I cried myself to sleep
pillows soaked and dreams dampened.
She left me with only shattered dreams and a broken heart
The womb that was my home blew away the illusion of a perfect life,
You are misunderstood.
Although it is true that you come dressed in rain with thunder as your language, and every so often one look into your eyes brings anguish
You are misunderstood.
What am I?
Am I allowed to be free?
He writes that people will give me an interpretation, but how many?
Or maybe I have none who's to say.
As I am being swallowed by my own pity
And bathing in my own filthiness of my poverty,
Let me tell you
I am embarrassed….
But, my dear friend is always there to embrace me
Without rhyme,
there is clearly no reason
Or at least that’s what someone said,
But what is life?
A random series of events
Poetry came to me like a forgotten friend
who had been pushed away and denied entry
for five years.
She led me by the arm from the
cruel shouts of bullies
and jagged insults from classmates
Pen scratching gainst the page
words whipping in her mind
letters bleeding into the page
as a way to be safe instead
skin full of old scars
tears dried up in her eyes
instead of inflicting pain
My particles buzz
In vibrations.
I’m trying to keep myself a solid,
But I’m slipping down to absolute zero.
My structure is hapless within
I am a marble statue Forever youngA broken reminent of by gone times A bittersweet reminderA silent echo of times long gone
A small blue butterfly
Sits on the stone
Staring at the skylight
Completely alone
She stares at the stars
So far away
I wanted him to stay.
But Time would not allow it
For he does not trust me. Not anymore.
As I am a creature of hell.
I know no death nor life. Only pain.
i blind those that blaspheme my
omnipresent and invisible nature.
to my shoving nudges
you deny and you tear
and shield your eyes from
Soon we realise the space there was between us is no more, the couch suddenly feels too small, but it's okay.
So we both pause, like we're both aware we're about to sin, still it's okay.
I am the agent of fear.
I put fear in the big and small.
I make the strongest run away.
My sting can make a pale arm turn red
Or cause eyes to roll back with repeated blows.
On schoolbuses, girls scream.
Picked thin from all the wait, all the hands that
Got gnarled before they could reach out—
Or, even worse, hurt somebody.
And Sydney’s wearing a dress with yellow flowers.
You first introduced yourself when I thought I lost everything. You told me I didn't need them, that they were holding me back. Now, it's you holding me back.
I am an empty shell that you found in the seaI am an empty seashell that you play with on the ocean shoreI shine brightly under the sun. So bright that I caught your eyes.You picked me up and smile with excitement
An open letter to Magic: The Gathering, product of Wizards of the Coast LLC.
Dear, MTG, I apologize for the paucity of our correspondence.
Dear Curiosity,
Stop it.
Stop making me hungry
to discover the entire world around me.
Stop giving me the mentality of
Dear onlooking eyes,
We’re all thorns
One speculated look
Will prick another
One judgement can imprison another mind
Poison begins to seap
It could slowly take over
Dear Mediocrity,
Stop holding my hand.
You don’t want me safe,
You just don’t want me to fly.
I don’t blame you, though.
Your name,
Your game:
My life.
Quit using that word.
I saw the stars
for the first time in
a while.
Was it you
shining down on me?
I've never seen them
so clearly
in this sad and busy
city.
Dear Heart,
You are quite a strange and odd little thing,
Beating steadily here within my chest.
But you have shown you can stutter, cry, sing,
And, o'erall, make me feel my worst or best.
I am hungry for your forgiveness and I have no idea why.
But, I am ravenous for anything besides this cop-out silence
This head buried in hands woods on a foggy day silence
bring me whipped-cream foam
on top of sea-salted air
don't forget the occasional delicacy
from the unknown shore
where other customers are waiting--
here, bring them this feather
Dear Love,
From the moment I was born,
You were a part of my life.
From Grandmas and Aunts,
To Grandpas and Uncles.
You were present.
And when Mom was around,
Dear Success,
Falling is important in life
Gravity, Love, Judo
Happiness is found in
Piles of fallen leaves,
Mounds of fallen snowflakes,
Puddles of fallen rain,
Dear clumsiness,
I hated you for years.
I dreaded your arrival,
That would often leave me in tears.
Dear clumsiness,
Hello, my dear friend
I've known you for so long,
You have broken a girl who was once strong.
I had the power to stand tall,
But you, my friend, have made me fall.
I once had hope that you would leave me alone,
Monday was dreadful. Slumped over on his desk as regret stirs up in the pits of his stomach and yet it was only 7:05 am. Going over his what-ifs, should-haves, and buts.
I see that day now,it’s gold-sunlight kissedwith apple crisp air on my lips.Tart laughter stained our cheeks,and our eyes glittered,feasting, on the velveteensincerity of each other.
Across the vast blue ocean,
Rising out of the rainbow reef,
Lies a solitary Island.
Its tree-crested mountains,
And river-carved valleys,
Dear home,
Mine you never were, and never shall you be.
You wait for my return I hope,
But to be honest we,
shall never meet face to face,
so lets part gracefully.
I grew up on your side, so young.
Dear Fear,
I think I'm in love with you.
Crazy, I know- but I think this confession is a little overdue, don't you? After all, we've been together for years. As long as I can remember.
Dear Future,
People ask about you everyday
They ask me where you are, what you’re doing these days.
I still don’t know
A plain white wrapper Tightly packed buds The Sweet and Creamy essence Protrude the packaging and Caress my nose Slowly but surely,The brewer pries apart the leaves.Some points give away easily But others take more care and PokingTo come apart.A
Dear silence,
You are a cocoon of safety
Back of the classroom buddy,
Providing a warm blanket of anonymity
For no one can remember your name,
A squirrel scampers across the road
Seeking adventure in a big world
Eyes bright, tail bushed, quick paws
Yet, in a flash, the pause is eternal
Perhaps a big world crushes big dreams
Kelly,
It is me.
I am that little voice inside your head,
telling you that you cannot do this,
telling you that you’re not good enough,
telling you that others are better.
Dear makeup wipes,
You cracked the warm beige – no medium – foundation
And chipped at it
With your chipping fingernails,
Whispered in my ear that you loved the toxic red armies
Dear Pain,
There are things that need to be said
but the words always seem to run
There are actions that ought to be taken
but the rhythm seems undone
The tears appears all dried up
Dear Society,
I am not the only toy in your box that feels this way,
But I refuse to lie off to the side
Waiting for you to return and play.
Remember when you loved me,
Dear Winter, My Winter-
Let your chilly hands race over my skin.
Let the callouses on your fingertips ease my heart.
This dance we've done-
Centuries old, running on instinct alone now,
To you, an important being,
My, it has been a while do you not remember when…
Oh I am sorry, that is very rude of me to assume.
There once was a loyal dog,
who was golden- and loved his master.
His master threw a ball in the road,
and he thought, "I'll just run a bit faster".
I wish to live my life
Among the silence and the still
In the dead of the night
Sitting on a cold window sill
I wish i could be left alone
Dear Humans,
Beauty simply is not just about appearances.
It's what lies deep down underneath layers that grow periodically over time.
A simple seedling
Grounded, their roots becoming
In your arms;
A space only understood by me.
A space full of the illusion of being free.
It’s where I feel home, it’s where I feel safe, it’s where I feel warm; it’s the place I’ll always want to be.
Blue sky Blue sky in the sky
i like blue sky
it makes my happy
I like it
it is nice
so nice
really nice
blueski blueski bleusili
dab
I know things have been tough
I know moving in must suck
The old tennant
was awful at cleaning up after themself
The wiring is always off
I have a friend.
My only friend, in fact.
He is always there for me
when the dark thoughts hit.
He is small, but
sharp.
His words have the capability to
kill.
In a world full of fakes,
dear anorexia and bulimia,
oh, how I loathe the relationship we have.
you’ve raised me up higher than I ever could have dreamed,
only to throw me down
Dear Black,
Do you hate yourself as much as "they" do?
Are you aware that people are killed on account of you?
I was told that you create division and you're not at the top.
Dear Mirror,
the Last Time I look at you,
I'll look at how my gray lashes complement
gray brows complement
oily slabs of yellows.
Dear Depression,
Your waves rushed over me
The pain was comparable to the sting of your biggest bee
Your words
Dear Moon,
You shine bright throught all of Earth
Lighting up the night with the Stars ,
So sad your beauty is far away
I wish I could keep you as a gift
Dear Hope, Before, it was walking a long, dark hall, never knowing where the end was. Or being locked in a room alone, with no windows or doors, left to wonder how and when you will leave. It was lonely, scary, dark, confusing, forever lasting.
Love blooms on the lips
Of dew-fresh hearts
Nourished by breath given up
So that I may live
The joy of giving and receiving
Love blooms on the lips
Of dew-fresh hearts
Nourished by breath given up
So that I may live
The joy of giving and receiving
We don’t talk anymore.
It’s really just that.
You left for a day,
Then you entirely went away
And we didn’t talk much anymore.
Love is like grass and rain.
You encourage me to thrive,
nurture me with appreciation,
and let me glow with a green luster.
Time ceases to exist as Love enters the room
Love has no rhythm but asks me to dance anyways
I can't help but say yes, even though there is no music
Love asks me about my day, and I about his
It is hard to decipher
Exactly what love is,
But I surely know
What it isn’t.
Love is not just what you say -
It’s how you say it.
I can say “I love you”
in a hundred inflections;
Rushing water passes by me
A prickly green dome surrounds.
My eyes hold the afternoon sky
To watch the hours pass by as it bleeds and dies.
My stretching hands reach for their friend's,
In the stillness of night skies
We gaze at countless clusters
Twinkling in the far beyond
Yet muse, we are the Masters!
The darkness took all, even your white heart
The shadows whispered to me the sorrow of your rhythm
The deepness of your eyes made me cry next to you
I saw you floating to the farthest galaxy
11:07 PM
i am content. the smile on my face feels real.
12:47 AM
the loneliness comes. this feeling is starting to get to me
2:37 AM
11:07 PM
i am content. the smile on my face feels real.
12:47 AM
the loneliness comes. this feeling is starting to get to me
2:37 AM
Love is like a dove
That soars up above
When a storm rumbles
It doesnt tremble
it remains perched
It doesn’t easily get scorched
And try to besmirch
To love someone
My brothers and sisters
I pray for all my brothers my blood brother and my street brothers.
I pray for all my sisters my blood sisters and my street sisters.
Why me?
You always insured me, told me you loved me but no instead u broke up with me.
I tried so hard, i didn't listen to my friends about you.
I was actually starting to love you.
"Five dollars," said the Wolf to the Boy.
"Five dollars," agreed the Boy.
The Boy went out like usual, for he was a shepherd boy.
He glanced around, at his sheep-
then back at the Wolf.
Once upon a time in a muggy little pond
Lived a family of feathers in a crappy little nest
The nest was fine to hold the six, while still and round and small.
But not too long those eggs will hatch,
You know the story of Little Red Riding Hood?
The one about the girl who goes walking in the woods
Well let me tell you something you never knew
We hold the tale of fairies
To be quite the bedtime stories.
But have we ever heard of how they came to be?
What if we only had a tiny taste of the true cup of tea?
She once fell in love
With the feet forbidden by the sea.
And so a curse was set,
To never set her free.
No memory of what came before,
She was a devil in disguise.
Once upon a time
in a land far, far away
lived a girl who could dream.
She dreamt of a future.
A tomorrow unbounded by the confines of today
in world ruled equally by tears of joy and sadness.
Every day he does the same.He lounges around, he gets nearbut then goes away.I always wonder why he doesn’t stay.
Little pigs
Everyone always picks the cute ones
Everyone only listens to the cute ones
Everyone believes in the cute ones
Everyone sees their big fat cheeks
Everyone hates my big teeth and my big fur
Once upon a timeI was turned into a spoon.All because my masterWas acting a buffoon.
It started when a witchknocked on the castle door.She said she wanted sheltersome food and nothing more.
im a self made man
said the stud in the
backlit
studio a small-screen personality of
the glorious yesterday leaned over
a curvy glossy desk and listened
with frank disinterest though he was very
Here's a little story you know
Three pigs run into houses
A big wolf huffs and puffs and blows
The pigs hide like little mouses
Yet here is what you don't quite know
The wolf was a great magician
Ice
is cold
and hard
and bitter.
Just like its Queen.
Ice
makes for
poor company,
and so
its Queen was alone.
Dancing the storms,
she saw a child
with ice
Ariel, Ariel!
Where did you go?
I may only be a fish,
but my heart weeps!
Don't go!
I'm not your wish
because I'm not a prince.
But I'll try my best
to make your dreams
Apple (Voice one) Old Woman (Voice two) Victim (Voice three)
My skin is boiling
I see the small cottage
men has challenged god
the divine energy
assembled in the eyes of the creator
before the masses a collective betting on who shall reign
a humble baker using human science
on the streets of london in the fog
her lips part at the arduous notions of
stepmother bound to her trail of agony, shallowed dress keeping pace
with its tendrils attached to tressels of white lipped fingernails
I am treasure,
Sought by many,
Found by few.
I am coveted,
Valued over necessities,
Symbolic of greed.
I am an enig--
Wait,
Who are you?
It's so far beyond "Depression" it's lost, Disconnected. I feel that there is no light at the end of my tunnel. I'm in this abyss of nothingness, and there's no one else here to even see.
The clicking sound of shuffling papers,
beautifully paired with a gentle wind.
Begging , pleading, just aching to be read;
we're proud to be americans
land of the free, home of the brave
but is she proud of us,
or does she toss and turn in her grave?
dreaming of what once was
a land of peace and kin,
The Sun rises from the horizon.
Blinding, blazing and burning a lake.
Its water reached out, full of brazen.
The lake is there for the sun to partake.
America the great?
How about America that hates and discriminates
Against races and faces
We live in a time where our country is divided instead of united
Oh Great America
Restoration is the key to the future;
Not revolution.
We are a country formed through rebellion.
Enough is enough.
Fix the problems you hold within.
What is good and tasteful? Is it to follow what has been force-fed to me? If so, tell me please Is my kind evil and disgraceful? Were We more fit as slaves of your ideals? What is true beauty to an African in America, is as vision to a blind man.
O’ America what was your name before they stripped you of your identity?
How does it feel with all that blood within your soil?
Does it displease you that people have ruined your good name?
American "the great" what is so great,
about a country who cares mostly about race,
a human race so bias we can never get things straight,
a country everyone think is so great.
America "the great" what is so great,
Look in the mirror,
What people tell me I am
I wish I was you, no you don’t
You are so pretty, I’m not
In the land of the free we enslave each other
We're suppose to love, but instead we betray our own sister and brother
We have the chance to overcome, but we hold ourselves back
My house is magic in the mornings. / Somehow, while I was sleeping, the air has transformed. / It's cleaner, sharper, new-day air, now. / My mom is on the couch, reading a book and taking large gulps of too-hot tea.
Tragic arguments fade
On towards death.
Life starts...again
All built with a wish.
(The colossal vitality of his illusion..)
The tragic eyes
Touch what was no longer tangible
Crumbling into the pit below headfirst, and all the light you had has dissipated like air
Flashlight turns on, but produces nothing but a shade of sickly yellow; incapable of penetrating darkness
Beautiful blood droplets that splatter on the cold dank pavement
There used to be life here, but now all that remains are the blood red caricatures
in my america, i’ve found that
there’s a darkness in it.
it’s grown darker these past few months;
it’s breaking apart at the seams
Promises to the widow, and the other girls could be damaged.
If you want to build a house,
but you live.
Grapes, fruits, you start to use.
In addition to cattle Bogazlanac,
tables.
When my mind first awakens
and the orange glow of my eyelids greets me enthusiastically,
my thoughts lay cloaked in Dawn’s robes
and prepare to run rampant for miles.
March again; Revive; Awaken!Build atop what has been taken,Find your mantra, young disciple:"Do not tarry; carry on."
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I am a cookie cutter
Sharp edges and commonplace
Useless on my own
I am a cookie cutter
Brown bright eyes as a college freshman
Failure is a creature of the darkness,
But I can see it clear as day.
A monstrous entity of terror,
Feeding off the smallest of insecurities.
Its grasp is ever tightening,
i feel like a shell;
a phrase which doesn’t suggest
i feel hollow.
a shell protects whats inside,
but that isn’t to say that
Was it the rush of adrenaline that courses through my body
that makes me want you more
Or How stupid happy the feeling of joy addiction has brought me
and the feeling of knowing
that you’ll always be there for me
The Loss of a friend is a difficult battle
The Ride with me on a single saddle
Was there to introduce me as a senior
In a thousand years
when wishes are our currency
and death is but a temporary, tactile illusion…
where will love find you?
Will you find her by the willow flowers
or underneath the daffodil tree
I am surrounded by a people, a generation, all aspiring to be different and rebellious whilst
An annual flower
Bloomed, past its prime
Shriveling, falling lower
Shoulders hunched over a textbook
A flower steadily drooping
Friends disappear all around
No familiar faces in this crowd
We are like the sun and the moon.
You create beautiful sunrises,
and I bright starry nights.
You construct alluring bursts of rays,
I generate small sparks of light.
how does it feel to float
float high
high
higher into the air
you feel free, don’t you?
you are a balloon
Ink.
It glides down a page, almost with an air of superiority
as it touches every scrap of snow white paper in close proximity.
It gleams black as if taunting the light, asking it
to diminish its power impossibly.
On the rare occasion that I send out a cry for help,
He is there for me.
When I feel like I cannot overcome my struggles, or I
feel as if I cannot remove the stress on my own, or I Am
feeling helpless and alone,
Hit the alarm
Brush my teeth
Take a shower
The usual routine
But as I'm doing these very usual tasks
I'm thinking of a way
To make someone else's day
Less usual
If I could change
Just one part of what it is that makes me whole
I would stop being scared of what is not
what has yet to come and what has already happened
I would have opened my mouth to speak the words
Who knows me better than the Earth?
The rain pours down to where I perch
This feeling, being all alone
Think to myself, "What am I worth?"
if my fore fathers were not born as a nephesh or should i say of one.Then what were my fore fathers born as or should i say of in the aspects of life.and that rather then having a nephesh.
I wake to see, hear, feel
The mountain calling me friend
Birds calling
Water trickling
Wind whistling
As i lay in my hammock
In the warm morning light
When I first greet the day, it’s not a greeting at all
It’s a quiet stirring, an unwillingness to face the day, and overall
Quite rude
When I open my eyes i’m either faced with blinding rays of
I take a glance outside into mother nature's creation
The trees breathe around us
Their chlorophyll pumping through
And the leaves swaying in the wind
picture this: a question
lounging, tickling the skin beneath your nose
teasing you away before you even get a chance to blink.
fingers intertwined - yes it has fingers now - and
I feel like i am a bother to other people.
I feel alone,
No matter who i am with.
I am forced to deal with the high expectations that have been given to me.
I feel judged and stressed almost all the time.
Don’t think too much
About forbidden touch
Or legal abuse of such
Little creatures like dairy cows and fabric workers.
Don’t feel too much.
The homeless man with his crutch
a humid haze after a violent stormthe spotted, dying leaf fallen from a maple treethe bitter aftertaste of a sweet treat,the remnants of what was once. one minute, it's so close, you can almost smoke it and the next it's faded, a ghost, you've los
The Window whispers to me
It told me it wanted to be free
And no longer cry
The Window called to the key
It responded shaken; a little shy
It said you know you can see
Have you ever seen a Flower
A Single Blooms every Hour
But when comes the shower
They fight
Instead of soaring up like a kite
They became a revolting sight
Lowering themselves without delight
The Lonely Star
Fear is Strong
Although I know it to be Wrong
I keep singing it's song
But what is fear
That we might clear
The painful sphere here
Fear is nothing more than a bad dream
You were my voice,
When I couldn't find the right words to speak,
When authority took away my power,
When I wanted to overcome my fear of shyness.
You were my friend,
A small, meek girl with brown eyes and braids
Expressing her creativity through words on a page
Teachers commented, "quite ambitious for the second grade"
She simply released frustations with writing rather than rage
Please,
Young girl don't cry,
Pretty girl don't cry,
But if you must,
I am here.
I am hear for your tears,
For your dreams,
For your thoughts.
I am here.
Lay your head down,
For the first time in so long
I feel
Pure.
I feel brand new.
It's truly amazing .
I regret everything.
Life Taken By the Gun
By: Miracle Strong
The rain began to pour
As I walked across the shore
His arms bleeding leading to his destination
Poetry whispers in your ear asking why you always come home late.
Why you never touch her anymore,
Why you don’t smell like spilled ink.
First it was counting
Everything in fours
Once, twice, even three times
Never enough
Tap, tap, tap, tap
Somebody asked, what is poetry to me
Poetry is a way to express, don't you agree
Sometimes I talk about the ones I hate
Or sometimes I can confess to the ones I want to date
So inconsistent in its mood
Its natural state is to elude
It slips away like hoary mist
Evading eager, grasping fists
And only shines when glanced upon
There once was a donkey
Who would not stop working
He was a loner unlike Porky
The one pig who loved shirking
I don’t write for myself
Or to impress anyone
I write just to get the thoughts out of my head
The things I am dying to say
But can never speak
Upon my brittle lens
and gallows
grows a liquid form,
candle-like,
breathing flames in and out
into a sun-scald croon.
Below its puckered lips,
I dance:
foot one foot
I do not like having to squint.
The bright lights are unwelcomed, I do not like the way it glints
against the tile on the floor, or wood on this desk
Mlango ni Mmoja tu-Wakuingia
Gusa unate- Utasimulia
Kuchoma,Kuvuta,Kunusa kujidunga Kijiko kigae
Unafikiri ni za mahohe-Hahe
Ni za brothers and sisters wale wajanjez
Namaanisha wale wajanja Mpaka wakapitiliza
Fire, Fire, Fire,To destroy is up to youTo burn is up to you,To teach is up to you,To serve is up to you,To cook is up to you,To guide is up to you, Will you be the servant or the master? Water, Water , WaterBeautiful you are,Mysterious you are,Da
I’ll get you high if you want to take the climb.
Ten thousand steps.
Explode, land mine.
Watch your feet.
Ecstasy.
It's difficult to walk away from sunflowers,With their adoration and life spreadSo neatly across their features.But you do. Because, that adoration isn't for you.
I went walking the other day,
Under a red and setting sky.
Through trees that made mountains small,
Their leaves whispering a sigh.
In life there are choices, that define who we are
Ideas, theories, and people so bizzare
But everyone at some point, feels lost and alone
no group to fit in with, nowhere for their own,
Education now and days you’re so overlooked.
For everything about you is something out of a science fiction book.
You bare new wonders for me to learn that always seem to intrigue.
If I were to be stranded on a deserted island, the one thing I would take with me
would be my empathy that stems from love that I always carry with me. In all the time of solitude that
<p>I could walk until my feet bleed but that would divert my attention from the stars that stare at me and the tar that wants me to stickjust so it feels known for one whole second. I could walk until my feet bleed but that would mean bleed
The fuzz from your locs reminds me that man is God made And if God is this planetYou are definitely made in his image Your hair having the sense of a
The golden trees and the silver star beckon beyond the realm of understanding,
And make real the redemption of the uncertain heart.
Bright star, eye of God.
Look upon me and teach me
To fear no more.
Bright star, eye of God.
Make my intent pure and
My drive strong.
Bright star, eye of God.
All I need is you,
What is this piece in my hand?
The bullet and bullet shells coordinate as a band.
It sometimes be on water or land.
As time evolve, we evolve at the same time that a musket looks like a papergun
Music is the master key
The one thing that takes all to the same place, just not at the same time
It just has to be the one thing I need
For when I am weak, it is uplifting
For when I am bored, it is exciting
A blackbird turned his eye on me
and stopped me where I stood.
He said that he would tell his tale
if only, if he could.
she searched for it in the hollow depths of the ocean
listening for its soothing voice in every crashing wave
but could hear nothing but ghostly roars
she searched for it through airplane windows
Dear You,
You cannot cry,
For crying shows weakness.
But I will never let you be happy,
Because what's the fun in that?
Sincerly,
Life
He is always there for her, yet she cries a sad call.
For he rises her emotions but always lets them fall.
Most days he's with her, skinny and tall,
But sometimes he'll skip being there at all.
She is the light to my darkness
The warmth to my cold.
The beat for the heartless.
And strength for the old.
She needs me and I need her.
Although sometimes I would much prefer.
What must it be like
To have flesh and blood
Like the girl that I reflect
Rather than pure wax.
The girl who gave me a face
Blink
The worst things happen when
All I can see is the back of my eyelids
Blink
But blink fast or you'll miss everything
But how would you know? You're eyes are closed
You see better, speak better than I do, dear.
Call to the friends I've never met,
the songs I long to hear. Find
beauty in my life, my love. Write
to me of bright skies, foliage filled
Have you ever felt like you would do what ever it takes just to fix your mistakes. Who ever said you don't know what you got until its gone they weren't wrong. I remember how you would always say I was perfect and how I'd always be worth it.
Words have a pulse,
They bleed and they bruise,
Like a heart’s beating impulse,
Only that you get to choose.
Like a scream gone ignored,
Or a sob in dark, behind closed doors,
As it roars and trickles
against the rocks
As it gushes and dribbles
and never stops
it will always stay blue and true
its all about water
I'm awaken
coldness brushes against my cheek
tears slowly pouring out of my eyes
step-by-step
I've developed such a strong feeling for you-that I can't live my day-to-day life without your reassurance.You keep me going, quite literally.I can't live without you.
I hate them badly,
when are coming dancing.
All the way
down in my face,
just to manipulate,
as a pretty girl
who wants a Barbie
that nobody sells.
Let me speak clearly!
Are you searching for meaning friend?
Are you coming to your bleeding end?
Do your wrists speak your bleeding mind,
telling you your purpose is hard to find?
Silence.
It’s the thing you can never escape.
It’s the thing that will last forever.
When the computers stop humming,
When the clocks stop ticking,
When the cars stop beeping,
Who am I?
Why I am you,
My only tie,
Is through you too.
I'm your mind,
Your way of life,
With the thoughts I give you, you'll unwind.
I keep you here,
Consider the possibility that
Mother Nature could verbally convey what needs be.
Instructing us to split far from society
Furthermore, to take our own way
Directing us at all times
Well thinking about all the things say to me
Or say about me doesnt hurt anymore i feel
Like a tree stronger then rest but yet not like
The others the life i live where people do stupid thing
I see you crying, I hope you're okay
Why do you have a boo boo?
You've been home all day.
Doesn't that hurt? Why are you bleeding?
I can't help but wonder is there something you're needing?
Pull heartstrings while you pull Hamstrings,
Make me feel your presence in it's entirety.
Lungs aren't full enough for you to linger this long, but
I don't care if you don't, and
I am every bit as pathetic as the paper in my mouth.
The paper that will very soon become a topic of discussion among my friends;
Wondering why my hands now smell like anxiety,
I sleep under the stars
between the troposphere and stratosphere
the clouds are not condensation
they are warmth and home
and I believe in them,
fairy cake and hot cocoa
saccharine illusion
I am a star
Different from others.
Different shape, size, and color
I'm judged,
If I'm not big enough,
I'm not tough.
If I'm not lustrous,
I'm not wondrous.
If I'm not illuminated
Needles can stab and make holes,
Rocks can be thrown and make bruises,
As words can be said and make damages,
A heart can be tossed and break into tiny little pieces
「애니콜 안마 の 강남 애니콜 안마」o1o 2156 2312 도실 장 애니콜 안마 예약 애니콜 안마 위치 애니콜 안마 문의 애니콜 안마 가격 강남 애니콜 안마 전번 강남 애니콜 안마방
Resilient. I am resilient.
4 years wasted, on what I called love.
Countless happy moments numbered more than the stars.
Shattered so quickly. Yet I was resilient.
Separation and divorce, happens to fifty percent.
We were locked in combat,
there could only be one winner.
The ropes of the ring,
close in.
My opponent steadily watches me.
His face, taut and glistening
with sweat.
When I write a poem, I feel a thrill that makes my
heart-speed-up
like a herd of kindergarteners out to recess
galloping across the mulch
over to the monkeybars
belly-sliding
screaming
I am but a flower,
Found in the light of the sun,
Swaying beneath your feet,
Growing in the ground on which you run.
I am but a moment,
Appearing in a season;
However this so,
Although I've strayed far from home
Mother always has a place for me
She reintroduces to her elaborate home
I am winter the bringer of ice.
I am winter the bringer of chills.
I am winter, a personality of the cold.
not breath i cannot breathe i cant
not breath i cannot breathe i cant
not breath i cannot breathe i cant
not breath i cannot breathe i cant
not breath i cannot breathe i
Falling for You is like falling backwards-Like being upside down.
Falling for You is like music and silence all wrapped up in a bubble-Light and airy.
Leave me alone, just leave me alone
What have i ever done to you?
Did i steal your man,
disrespect your mother,
slap your sister?
What could i have possably done to make you want to torment and bully me
Roses are red,
Scholariships are green,
I really want to go to college,
Please don't be mean!
Out-going, fascinating, and unretrained
Caring for everyone even when I wasn't cared for
Maybe a little cold at first
When I am no longer
May my daughter be brilliantandBeautiful
10 times stronger
when I'm no longer
May she have knowledge and aspire to be wise
the ability and confidence to rise
when I am no longer
Elementary schoolI bring home big scoresThe best in the testAdvancedExemplary
I'm a mountain that has been moved.
I'm a cloud who has nowhere else to go
At night I feel like a vampire
A parasite tattoo that nectors the blood of others with nothing in return but useless pain
I am shy
Silenced by my
Fear
Of judgment
With only my thoughts
And those thoughts have
Great potential
But they never
Escape the
Prison
*This poem was inspired by Teva Mayer's "Autumn's Child." I loved it so much that I decided to write about his playmate.*
I am the rock.
I keep you centered,
With your feet on the ground.
I make you feel better,
Even when I can’t make myself feel the same.
So many great things, expected of me,
but what do i see, when i take a glance,
in the mirror you ask?
Hopeless potential, contradicting i know,
but as i go, through the journey of this life i aspire to lead,
Since we were younger you've always loved
and never had a reduced fascination
with what seems to the world just a common animal,
The mind- the reincarnate queen,my pens- the worker bees,oozes waxen flakes of inspiration,both devilish and angelical.The ink creates a homein a soon-to-be-discovered honeycomb
Beyond the sea lies the horizon.Go! Will you make it there?
The snow flake will not hesitate to boast its intricacy. Examine! Can you see a pattern or perhaps a maze?
The Ocean is Alive
Moving, shifting, crashing
Shimmering, relaxing, drifting
The Ocean is unending.
A Spectrum of colors:
From black to blue,
And green to grey.
Mom do you remember singing the ants go marching every time I was scared or had a nightmare?
Dear Depression,
A ways back we go, Back
To when I rememer our first meeting. When
As I grip the pen my heart poundsin anticipation of things to come.My hand moved, the pen leaked,lines formed, and my eyes watched.These lines ran around the pageunsure of where there journey would end.
Why is it that Mother Nature
Blesses the winter
With an ivory coat and
Blesses the spring
What makes this world awesome
Could it be the air we all breathe
Or did you fight and defeated something that didn’t come with ease
Is it the lushness of the trees
When trees begin to dance, swaying in rhythm with wind
And birds together in chorus, requiem for the loss:
Pride Is Expensive As F***
by Tim Hargrow
Everything is awesome!
Pride Is awesome!
The best part about our pride,
Standing on a hill
Feels like I am queen of the world
The city lights dance before my innocent eyes
The whispers that float to my ears
You are beautiful
The world is beautiful
If only we could see
Those swaying trees out in the field
Those birds singing their endless song.
These summer days seem so long.
flowers never cease to make me happy.
seeing them flourishing in a garden bed,
growing taller and vrighter with each passing day.
seeing them creadled in the crook of a young man's arm,
In a careless place
And you are a nameless face
Dont forget what's true
Protection is near
Hanging high above your head
Looking over you
Look up my darling
I know I’m stronger,
because I persevere longer
than anyone else.
I’m by myself,
but that doesn’t mean
my goals will
wither away on a shelf.
I know I’ll be
the best chef
Isnt it crazy how rapidly things change
From calm to insane,
Like life is a game,
Or the other way around.
Catastrophe comes storming down
Then suddenly,
Its nowhere to be found.
A year or two ago, I would never know I would be where I am today.
A year or two ago, I was young in mind and terrified of what was to come.
A year or two ago, I was not here, where I stand now, but there.
The memory frozen
Time has no turf nor existence
With your friends and family
All whom matter, captured by a flash of light
You radiate importance
You take precedence to anything else
Your Selfie
My dog is truly amazing
He snuggles with me when I'in fear
Stay with me when I'm crying
And with his so coat, he wipes away tears
Though he ma be getting older
And he's a wizened dog of seven years
Maybe he didn't see the wall.Maybe the darkness forbid sight.Maybe the fog of Depressionsettled over his eyes, blinding,obstructing his perspective.
The British we did fight, we lost so the British pulled the noose tight
Hung us as an example for the world to see, for only free did we want to be
Our rights have been taken our tradition forsaken, our cities burned
After they teased “Dora”
Her flora
Whithered.
After they called her stupid
She allowed the putrid
Comments to sink deep.
After they framed her for stealing
She accepted her fate as unappealing
Its been months since I felt love
My last owner didn't love me;
I would have been "home" if he loved me.
Instead I'm on the ground far from home,
Unable to get up because he thrown me off a bridge;
You are either a girl or a boy, and that's it, right?You can be one or the other, not both and not neither.That's what I've been told, and I try to believe it with all my might,But I know how I feel, you don't.
You might of cut out my edges,Painted me a disguise,Removed all of my “flaws,”Since I am not presentable to your eyes.
Humpty Dumpty fell off a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And all the kings horses and all the kings men
tried in vain to mend Humpty's suffering head
To no avail it came though
I do not need a picture to depict perfection
The beauty of a picture is the beauty of he without the evidence ever forming through mechanical eyes
One would have to see for themselves
Late into night the shout rang out
And echoed off the trees
With deep timbre and pleading tone
The shout soon found the sea
With rolling waves and mighty gust
The shout was carried far
The most used and the most useful part of a residential house is the kitchen.
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Illuminance, my Shadow,
Grace us!
We can quote Plato to the sun.
He'll just shout it back at us
But we'll get at Him someday
With something new...
You're a poet
When it all comes down
To a few simple words
Am I just a girl in her room
Reading a book to pass the afternoon
A scientist with her head in the clouds
Or a violist wishing to be heard by the crowds
The day setting into a vast rice-bowl horizon
Lifeblood of the sun
Painted across ashen skies
A sailor’s delight
The wind forming a cocoon of tranquility
I am a queen of the Nile like Cleo and Nefertiti,
It doesn't even matter if you like, friend, or see me,
It should speak,
Passionate whispers of desire
Trembling shouts of abuse
To live, to feel, but it cannot
Trapped in a square frame.
Painted with a hoax
It should create,
She stands about five inches tall
from the ground, but I love the way she calls
With that loud roar
She can be heard from afar
She has a well looking core
But on the inside, she's on par
Dark and damp; somewhere cold,
A little flower grows alone.
Left behind,
By a world, to it, unknown.
It shivers in the frigid dark.
Left colorless from the lack of light.
They say that the sun loves the moon
So much
That he dies every day just to let her breathe.
They say that before you can love someone else,
You have to love yourself.
on the tiled floor we lie
Discarded
saturated with tears to the point of tearing
We like to imagine ourselves as a rose, trampled on the ground
We do not like the floor.
so cold, despite attempting a welcome
This unit began and I wasn't thrilled
With poetry it would be filled
My first thought was "Oh, cue the boredom"
Yet, now I write poems for an online forum
Poetry is a painting of words
Taking pics on my electronics
I start with make up add any accessories,
Get the right angle and lighting
I construct stories and lies in my head,
Am I an actress or a liar?
Telling people lies with so much belief that
I begin to believe them myself.
I'm a liar with dramatic emotions,
In a springtime nature landscape,
Mighty columns reach for the highest layer
And ask favors of their children
To extend their little green spires.
This transpires in neglect of the regions below,
The evil body shaped serpent shows His red demonized eyes glow Ranting and Raving
In realization I’m the one that’s paying
God’s what I need in my life is what I ‘am saying
Keep me in your prayers
If I succeed, best believe you're the reason I am me,
If I fail, remember you were the reason I tried to be,
There is nothing above me but white and blue
Wake up
Get dressed
Boobs out
Makeup on
Go out
Fake smile
Fake teeth
Fake pictures
Fake pop-stars
Fake world
Go home
Look in the mirror
Listen O' ye weary traveler
To my tale of Love and Death.
This life is a cruel mistress,
Remember in elementary school
When we all wrote in black marker
A line on our wrist that said cut here
… Well I did, and I never stopped
I ran away from words
As you all run away from fears
Seeing you is undefined
Talking with you, I stand solo
But as I hear the bells on the porch chime
The sound is as valuable as gold.
This is not commmon, you are my docket
O' how cruel mine own heart be!
It cares not if my head forbids
It to love so as to not be twain in half again.
Eyes can only see the physical world around us,
Is the physical world the only thing that matters?
In a world where people are judged by their appearance,
Rather than how they've acted or what they've done,
I am
The conspicious Coqui
Making myself one to be heard
Making my voice
One that is remembered
Not just for the volume
But also for the constiancy
The substance
In my soothing words
The case revealed three shining silver parts
Inviting the owner's touch; waiting to be put together.
Pick yourself apart.
You won't
look at yourself as a whole.
You will
detect every flaw.
You refuse to
embrace every stunning compliment.
You desire to
I empathize greatly with the Lady of Chalot;
"The curse has come upon me."
But I will struggle,
brave little soul I am.
Just don't suppose you will enjoy it.
Her eyes
Grass and leaves and earth
Lily pads and ice and sea
Her hair
Light and sand and gold
Sun and glimmer and fire
Her smile
Small and fragile and soft
I see her staring at me, I reflected back at her who and what I saw... the vagabond she was.
Don’t, glorify the general depth of beauty
Nice face, strong features, maybe curves here or there
If he or she looks good enough we tip, gratuity
Why do we put such emphasis on long hair?
I am tall
Higher than most men
Girls belittle me
But i disregard them
They are jealous that i stand above
They are jealous of what have come to be
They are jealous of what i will become
Do you know what it's like every day
Dreading your life in every way?
Fearing you'll never be good enough
The minutes get longer and your life gets tough.
Sixteen years of familiar faces
Bumps, Coughs, Tummy aches, and even weird rashes
You have always walked in with a soothing smile
Catching up on her life and all the activities, she finds worthwhile
So many people asking who?
So many people asking how?
So many people asking when?
So few people asking why,
Why people are asking?
Country Runs Country Wild
No make up
No high heels
No sports car
No fake images
I am real from the natural looks
To the country apparel
To big truck
Alone in the forest of the black gnarled trees
They beckon for me to join them in the dark.
No moon shines bright through where there should be leaves,
Just black, bare. branches and bark.
Flaws;
They consist of the scars on my body,
The craters in my soul,
The rudimentary words that fall out of my mouth like;
"Shit"
Weird,
People think I'm weird for how I spend my time,
Writing rhymes,
But I like that part of me,
Please don't fly away
Off of the bridge you always walk
Please don't fly away
From the chair and belt as I talk
Please don't fly away just yet
I know you're getting weak
Living in a valley has it's up and downs,
The mountains are a sight to see,
But the air is think and brown.
Every sound the city makes will echo peak to peak,
It's volume alone is loud enough,
I hate you, but wish nothing but the best for you.
That was the most fun I've ever had lying even though you're not my type.
Then again girl isn't your type so I guess we're even.
The musical shape of love:
It surrounds me,
Wraps around me.
It fills me up till I’ve got nothing to lose.
A piece of the puzzle
Dangling from my neck.
Removing me from the deck
When Blue Reflects Upon Waves
I’m staring, always staring, forever staring,
No focus in sight, yet a bright future yields token,
Novel, arguably plausible possibilities.
I am an open space
Vast, Lush, Deep, Dark, or Green
A million words can describe my being
Though the only true one is "Dead"
No walls may confine me
I am viturally free
As I stand behind this curtain
I can see them
I see them
While I am here behind this cold cloak
they are out there
there in the open
And I watch them from my pedestal
Sometimes it feels-
All I do,
Is paint over the scars.
In silence I conceal,
What's real,
And who we are.
So, Here's to the wounds-
That won't heal,
As I steal-
Words that'll be my last.
Birds fly high in the sky
Birds walk and chirp. They even dig worms out the dirt.
Brds are birds, even without wings!
Every day, my life passes by.
With sorrow and happiness.
With depression and exhilaraion.
But every day I get by,
by going to my own privte getaway.
The place whre I am always happy
when I'm down.
In the world there are clever and foolish people,
There are virgins and prostitutes,
Rich, poor, middle class, and the clean and simple,
There are pretty things and a couple of tragedies,
Basically your whole childhood was a giant bowl of anthropomorphism.
I try to act like I don't care
Like nothing can ever get me down
Nothing hurts me, because my God is bigger
Stronger than your words, your actions
But at the end of the day I look in the mirror
BY CATE MARVIN
You think I like to stand all day, all night,
all any kind of light, to be subject only
to wind? You are right. If seasons undo
me, you are my season. And you are the light
BY EMILY DICKINSON
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
And now We roam in Sovreign Woods -
