Alliteration
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Earth, air, fire, and water
Elemental lambs do slaughter
Mudslides mete mindless murder
Hurricanes hurl homes helpless
Flames feverishly fell forests
Waves whipping welting wasting
I once was a mighty voice commanding stampedes
Across paper plains I fed so they could flourish,
Garden of gambles dancing with dice at the ready
For when I was certain the sixes would sing.
Talking to a friend so far away
Arouses the apex of my lonely day.
Although ago, we used to play,
Time went on, as if to say
The friend I knew is something more
And at least for me, I wholly adore
cigarettes drowned
with two phones
glasses snapped
girl’s gone
everyone’s off to Brooklyn
beat off in bed
and a bottle of wine
Ha!
Trauma is like a foul tasting fondue. When you're stuck in that space all life events or experiences are ran through the trauma fondue.
Dripping with horror, tremor, fear, and angst.
Sa isang bayan, ang bawat tahanan,
Sa hamon ng buhay na dire-diretso ang agos
Kada segundo ay iba’t ibang laban,
Kada perang nawala, pag-asa’y nasusunog nating mga titulo . Taon-taon hindi na kapansanan,
Some bad bug strangers in stealth eat most miserable good bugs in like beautiful butterflies and busy bees everyday, and they always do extremely bad things that aren't very nice, and extremely get away, and they never have good manners like being
Some bad bug strangers in stealth eat most miserable good bugs in like beautiful butterflies and busy bees everyday, and they always do extremely bad things that aren't very nice, and extremely get away, and they never have good manners like being
In dreams things happen so terrible slow,
so tragically a thing
like love love love
in the haze of a land far away.
So stupidly clumsy in the bog
and I sit silly on a stone swinging feet.
There once grew a sprout in a valley verboten
With a sumptuous bulb still unawoken
Day and night she stood her ground
So weeks would pass with her earthbound.
Last night I had a dream
That I walked bare foot on broken glass
I felt the tearing of skin beneath my feet
I saw the deep dark red of my blood on the soil
The sweat and grime between my toes
You see I was staring outside my window,
But I just couldn't see anything thing but my own tears
The blurry version is the New version,
I can still feel his presence even if he walked out two years ago
Shakespeare
How perfect
Classic work
Stealing from others
Conman's worth
Romeo and Juliet
Love hate relationship
Broken hearts
Tragedies
Death
Proven fact
O hazy shadows who are you
In misty mask in misty guise
Deep sorrow shut my wild wild eyes
I wish thee I can recognize
Why thou stood with hands on heart
As if from me apologize
I faint ,I fail,
Sharp words cut me
By razor sharp tongues
Icy eyes watch me
Judging every little piece
Harsh brains calculate me
Many places I have gone to have special memories.
Devils lake, going to the troll bridge to feed
The ducks. Going swimming, in my grandmas
1 When I think of the Guard, I see friends
2 I see a team willing to do anything to earn a Superior
3 The football games
4 Our halftime performance
Too busy looking back at what I had
To appreciate where I'm at, world in hand
Missing the mistakes, every misstep taken
Missing the mysteries the world has awaken
Begrudgingly trudging through time passed
Through time and space
The Earth has its place
Among the stars and moon
And the Sun that will rise soon
As it goes round and round
It will whisper with it's own sound
There are other planets too
In their garden beds
Flowers pop up their heads up
They awake from their sleep
In a winter so deep
Their fragrance finally fills the air
They don't have a care
They soak up the Sun's rays
Stupid knife just do your job.
I know use has dulled your blade,
But your needed to silence the sounding crusade.
Stupid knife why did you change.
Mind of who's was once sharp,
triplex is my name and rapping is my gang legend gang for life i dont do
drugs i dont drink i dont smoke i m not beefing with anyone i m a good person
triplex is my name and rapping is my gang legend gang for life i dont do
drugs i dont drink i dont smoke i m not beefing with anyone i m a good person
Time knows no end.
It keeps going.
The Grieving heart is forever.
To grieve means you loved someone deeply.
To grieve means you won't ever forget the loved one that you have lost,
And though I have given you all of my heart,
And though to protect you I offer my life,
I still fight so harshly to hold us apart,
To keep you from knowing the scale of my strife.
I just did something stupid.
I looked at you.
Across the room.
and you
were just
standing there
being
perfect.
I just did something stupid.
I looked at you.
Across the room.
and you
were just
standing there
being
perfect.
I’m on my own, perplexed and addled
Dont wanna mingle although I’m idle
To me that was idle
Its no news, it started right from the craddle
My situation, no one to handle
(Fort Myers)
How's testing
The leaden treadle
A grove
through
clam-dull night
On the sullen
Solid idle
Coconut shredding device?
I don’t want to look ugly.
Makeup will cover up my atrocious acne and protruding pimples.
I can’t smell too sweaty.
I have to smell good, or else no one will be my friend.
I can’t be fat or eat too much.
Gasping sounds
Bright force
Her desire burns like a fire
A thirst so strong it builds the desire
Her feet runs old from the cold night
Her hands run dry from non-discovery
Don't let a bully do you wrong
Stand up for yourself & stay strong
Tell them what you need to say
If a bully comes over & saids "Hey"
Face your fears
Hide your tears
The kleptomaniac dwarf
bubbled beneath the blue bonanza,
calamity sparkling in their
frivolous future.
Once I was
A poem;
Lines carved
Into arms
And rewritten,
Revised,
Rehearsed
Until I was
Red ink
On the floor
And never wrote
Another line more.
My hushed breath whispers to burlap sails on distant seas,
Wrenched from my teeth and thrown to the breeze like confetti,
In the flailing arms of cerulean waves;
Filling my cavities with the hollow sighs of whales
Our brutish bullets' babble
Battered this cathedral,
Corroded ancient heavens
That dawned in its arching dome,
Crumbled blue-veined marble,
Shattered angels' sorrow,
As gods began to groan.
Stand up for those in need, for all those who are in pain,
Stand up for all to see, it's time to make a change,
Stand up for those who are suffering, for those whose broken hearts grieve,
Momma knows the son she raised but dosent know how much pressure is on him to make somthing of himself so his parents stuggles and tears can finally be worth it
Momma knows the son she raised but dosent know how much pressure is on him to make somthing of himself so his parents stuggles and tears can finally be worth it
Momma knows the son she raised but dosent know how much pressure is on him to make somthing of himself so his parents stuggles and tears can finally be worth it
I remember it all
The touch, scent, feeling and the eye gliding in my grandmother's shack.
I remember it as the place where we all rally.
Subsided all our deferentials and ally our heads as we slept on the floor.
Tears like gravel
Queuing behind thirsty eyes
Its like a constipation
Feet aching, brains
Always compensating
Shut eye, listen
Judgement forsaken
My thoughts,
They are all clear and lifeless
It puts me in a inflating hypnotic state
Of confused pain and anger
When i am just waiting for my mind to distract me,
Satiated in time, rests her rings.
Acknowledging the vast prairie speckled with love.
Twisting the long days into lonely nights, she yearns for life.
In memory of my stepfather John Paul Hensler
by Sandrajohnsonj on June 16, 2021. © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
Most of all I miss your sweet caresses
by Sandrajohnsonj on June 16, 2021. © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
My love for you is
by Sandrajohnsonj on June 12, 2021. © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
The innocent child
by Sandrajohnsonj on June 9, 2021. © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
There once was a child her love it grew so wiled. In till one day this pore little child.
Love is
by Sandrajohnsonj on June 8, 2021. © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
Love is a never ending battle between the good and the bad. And the devil tries to take away all that you have.
Laying on my bed
Hoping for hope but I’m hopeless
Thinking about how time flies
I was not the me I dreamt of
I keep dreaming big
Not Knowing what life has to offer
Time flies time flies
The signature hand felled paper
These fingers come in five on one
Paper felt soft for finger write
Walk that paper, like a treadmill run.
So we strolled to the bed, beneath the sheet we rolled
Our bodies melt with warmth felt
The dangling emotions now tangling
We met as planned, the venue scanned
In the evening cool, beside the glistening pool
Amidst a scanty crowd, some in their panty
'Twas was a waking call and her voice was breaking
She said' my night wasn't sweet, today, let's meet
Let our needs gently proceed
My phone rang and 'twas her voice that sang
Sweetly the rhyme one on time
My ears tingled; the sound floats with flowery mingled
Charmanders are red,
Squirtles are blue,
I love you,
You are as Legendary
As a Mew or Entei
And as caring as
A Chansey.
Life, being split in half
Never the same again
Crying, it never ends
I can't defend myself
From all the feelings
Deep beneath, not hard to reach
If just they could see
How much it hurts me
Yet fear far from me,
Though I lost in the forest.
As I trust me.
Bush bends and welcome.
Flowers wave their soft hands.
Me too and hug them.
I fight for my life,
But I can’t seem to hide
Who I am from this world
Or who I am inside.
They play me
And change me
You need to act more lady-like.
Your posture is bad,
sit up straight.
Cross your legs when you sit.
Never kiss a man on the first date,
There is a raking
a scraping
in clearing away
be it darkness
or debris
a clawing at
that which endangers
Go on
By Edward Man
Morn Greetings
Should I tell you about the story
where the river flows
The trickle of water has no gust to pass near my eyes
I seems too dry
Hard to color the insane
holding hands, touching lips, keeping no secrets
or so She thought
there was another that kept His heart warm
another one that could
BLIND LEADER
We are being leaded by a blind man
Who Behave like a woman
How can you used our resources
To make it Valuable for substances
BLIND LEADER
We are being leaded by a blind man
Who Behave like a woman
How can you used our resources
To make it Valuable for substances
In my youthful vision
I never saw a soul as full
As you, your pastel sneakers
Crooked teeth, on the bleachers
You and your imperfections
It keeps escaping me
Slipping through my grasp
Itcontinues to pass
Running laps on my ass
Never know when it’s going to be my last
Shake, shiver, tremble,
Watch me disassemble
Nauseus, forcing myself to eat
Tired and hyper, just want to sleep
Is this new? Just ADHD and OCD? Maybe anxiety
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them
They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them
They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
Backstage, hidden behind a red velvet curtain, lies our nation’s corruption and hypocrisy.
In the performance we give out to the rest of the world we are portrayed as the country with the ideal democracy.
Nature,
Everything I live for,
In pain, In passion and grief.
Mother of mysteries untold.
The bond between rage and calm.
The keeper of light and dark.
Ally of the heavens,
To be close minded
one sided
is crippling the progress
To expand
To giving a helping hand
to the simple requests
To cleanse
their stained lense
we must educate
Their are some fish that can change their gender
Imagine if humans could do the same
Depending on population, or depending on our feelings.
It is a long season
I hope we can make it to the warm regions
Im so excited
Ill tell you the reason
Baseball season is here
Arent you ready to cheer
My dear, my dear, tell me what brings you here, with those tears, glistening in your eyes so my dear tell me what brings you here in tears, what fear has made come to me in tears, oh my dear, tell me what brings you here, with your eyes so full of
Darkness creeps upon us having set its cruel talons in our skin, in our lives to tear us apart from the inside, to drive a wedge in our relationship, an action that cant let be done, I must stop the prince, the king, of all that is malevolent, rui
A anomaly, mystery, a enigma is how those around me would describe me an individual that has few words to say but countless stories to tell, with innumerous twist and turns that will leave you dazed and confused with the mixed emotion they will in
Your Perfect,
Never Let Anyone
Say Your Not Worth It,
Do Your Best,
Forget About The Rest,
Keep Your Head Up,
And Never Give Up,
Regardless Of The Battles,
You Might Have To Go Though,
Lover & Best Friend,
Together Forever Till The End,
Though Dark Into The Light,
I Hope We Never Lose Sight,
Stand Up And Fight,
For This Love We Got,
Is Something So Rare,
I am in pain,
All my deeds are in vain,
Million times I served you,
But you betrayed me,
You killed my green glittering sons.
I am unable to express my pain,
As my mouth is filled with filth,
I am in pain,
All my deeds are in vain,
Million times I served you,
But you betrayed me,
You killed my green glittering sons.
I am unable to express my pain,
As my mouth is filled with filth,
I stare at my stuffed raggedy toy doll with their curled tied And twisted Strings of hair painted with the fading bashful color of blue. And always wearing that simple sowed on smile of enlightenment.
I free Mind.
I free heart.
Letting all flow, life started.
Heart pump softer,
Happiness none stop.
Running blood titles vain.
No this is forever.
Tell the poets to speaklet their inks be heardfor they arent beautitul lharswho's words are pregnantbut the voice to the common Tell the writers to rewritethe deeds of our leaderstell them our fate is in their inksfor they're our hands Let they t
Here I am, here I sped,
racing through my sleeping bed,
Dashing closely towards my closet
justfor clothes for my deposit,
After dressing oh so quickly,
my dog came coming to lick me,
Why art thine Eyes so beautiful?
Made me think boastful and made me joyful.
Why art thine Eyes so peaceful?
Made me think thou art ultra-powerful and made me dreadful.
Why she's attracted, I'll never understand.
We're like the 12 o'clock and the 1 o'clock hand:
Farthest in time, but our hands touch closest.
But can she see in me my harvest?
Harvest or salvage?
i long to write thousands of breathtaking metaphors about you,
but you always seem to stump me.
to what can i compare your features?
flowers? fruit? freedom?
Live life to the fullest.
Laugh whenever you can.
Learn new things always.
Love others genuinely.
Proverty ...
Enemies of all but life to most people
You make people think ,
You make people feel sad
You make people fear tommorow
You are a friend of all.
Words wander around wildly.
Worldwide the words fly.
The words wander wonderlessly.
Wonderfully waiting until
Christianity is a relationship with God, not a religion with rules.
Religion is man-made, constructed by humanity.
Relationship is God-made, constructed by the God-head.
Be confident, not cocky.
Be fearless, not foolish.
Have faith, for faith is the absence of fear.
Be nice, not naïve.
Be patient, not passive.
Be a listener, not a lingerer.
My departed beloved,
dare I ask how you fare!
I would have called,
but you take calls no more,
I would have messaged,
but I know you won't get it.
You've been gone summers and winters,
ONCE I WAS MAKING MYSELF FEEL APPEASE,
I SAW AN ARRAY OF TREES,
FLUTTERING IN THE BREEZE,
DANCING WITH THE GLEE.
I WONDER HOW FRIMLY THEY STAND,
WHETHER, DAY IS WARM AND COLD,
Feel the earth as you breathe
It breathe with you
You sing it sings too
Connection is the true
Between people with similar interests and experiences
Only those who went through hard time with me
Feel the earth as you breathe
It breathe with you
You sing it sings too
Connection is the true
Between people with similar interests and experiences
Only those who went through hard time with me
La Rona
La Rona
La Rona
Why must you blind us so
Why must you discourage us so
Why must you sadden us so
Hell is breaking
The crust is crucking
The sky is falling
The helpless are calling
The moon is vanishing
Whilst the sun is melting hot
Disaster is above this roof
Lives are ending on its loop
It all started with a cough
And people's lives became miserable and rough
It got worse and worse through the night
And our only hope is to stay with our loved ones and hold them tight
I've had a vision
Of a world that's not governed
By outlandish political decisions
A world without problems
It's wonders what can be achieved through imagination
Creative the contents we've been shown
Girl you had my whole heart
When you moved it turned half
Now that your sights turned its apart
You're still part of my heart
You care and love is all I need
Even thought at night I can't sleep
It’s too short
Don’t get hooked to flaws,
It’s too short
Stop loathing others,
It’s too short
Realise you might be on borrowed breaths,
Finally the vision of John Lennon has manifested
People coming together through segregation
It's the only way to support the nation
Back into greatness
Out of the darkness we come
I looked up
And I saw Silver County Justice.
Momma looked up
And she saw her young black son,
That's the target I've been given
Watching the world go by through this dark depression
There's so much more to my mission
Refusal to be refuse
Conclude exuberance
Its the only for of self-enlightenment
I'm miserable.
It's killing me.
I can't see you,
hold you,
touch you,
and it's killing me.
I'm alone.
All alone in an abandoned apartment.
The silence, loud.
My head, messy.
It was the worst of days
it was the end of days
the earth was closed for the day
humanity most greatest fear was birthed today
My fear was never an illusion
For am not afraid of being killed
I crossed that bridge a long time ago
My trauma is a never ending cycle
I am not afraid of weapons which only strikes mortal fear
As the Pathogen, like a mad cloud, moves on
From one nation to another unbridled
Casting a shadow of diffidence and dread
As the lone man wanders,
He sees many things:
A scowling, frowning statue
Of one of many kings.
While he travels who-knows-where
Sometimes I wake up and wonder what keeps me motivated
I keep my foot on the brake while some others accelerated
I've elevated but still hated what I was saying
I was just moving quickly still testing my own patience...
Wicked Gift
No sleep for the wicked, but don't mistake wicked for being gifted.
Maybe I’m just gifted at being wicked.
When my mind gets twisted, I find ways to get lifted.
Forgetting to flick the headlights on, remind him again.
Overly eager tourists on very different islands.
The past is a strange thing,
The looks and feels that make you ring.
Some memories are forgotten, some blurred
Some are sacred, and can almost be heard!
Sharp and contrast or dim and weak,
in my mind, i replay the day.
in my mind, i rewind, back to the beginning,
the center,
the dot that started the big bang of the disaster crumbling around me.
Quiet
I believe that I keep to myself
I know talking is not exactly my forte
Words wrestle within my anxious mind
Left for me to wonder what I should say
Soft lyrics, a simple beat --
vibrations within the air --
lo-fi music to soothe me;
bouyant sounds to inspire.
Musical inspiration
allows me to write stories.
Who knew that sounds and voices
I heard once that when the timing’s just right,
there’s this green flash that flares up on the horizon
in the exact second the sun settles on the Pacific.
I make a joke to myself saying,
Even with my glasses, I’m blind,
It is true -
I spent hours on end thinking of what inspired me?
I thought of countless things,
I was born in Texas one February morning
Took my first steps and soon started walking
I found my voice and never stopped talking
Lost my first tooth and couldn’t stop smiling
Sometimes sadness sinks
and we are tested to find our strengths.
The days get cold
and the sun will set
but happiness is a friend
you never forget.
When life takes you down
it's okay to frown.
Daddy,
Permanent creases make a home beside your eyes
And distract from what was once an icy blue gaze
You promised yourself any wrinkles would be temporary,
But your stress seeps in, a stealthy move,
A bubbling, welling surge of words
A trickling creek of sounds
A soft drip of movement
A new hope,
The first floating note of an unknown song
Whir goes my buzzing, grinding, processing gizmo
Anticipating audio from acoustic artists
Enthralled in soundscapes
Asking who
As I have wandered high and low,
as far as to, as close as fro,
little room, saveth I for fears.
For in my musing, wandering, losing,
for the dangers of my choosing
Inspiration
It's everywhere
It is differently identifiable to everyone
To me
It's through music
Music gives me the opportunity to display how I feel without saying a word
All I have to do is be
-It was quàrter past 11
-when you picked me up in your Benz.
Promising you were a changed man,
a fairytale ,Hollywood ending.
Claiming your all in,
I thought you were sent from god,
A boy prances on the theatre stage
His pirouettes piqued my next mind's page
His pretty face sets my eyes to him
It takes such might to unglue them
He turns, and twists and jumps so high
My mind was filled with memories
Raw moments
Real moments
Moments captured by my eyes only
I am happy
I am true
I am in the past
Days will be filled with doing
Dear future self I mean dear crush these feelings that I got for you is balanced feelings that I got for myself I mean I love you more then I love myself or is it I love me more then I love you I don’t know I’m so confused but I honest
There are many ways to describe this simple affection.
You can either use it as a gift or it can be taught as a lesson.
The great feeling of inspiration
Comes once every blue moon
At least that’s how rare it is for me
To experience that elation
There’s a certain type of wit that really does it for me:
Little Insights.
Knowledge of knowledge of knowledge.
To know; not to know. Not to know was not an option.
The pitch of police siren is like an awful, screaming bird.
Its song fills the night with panic,
And soon, somewhere, someone is running.
Like an engine, like an animal, calling a stampede.
When stress builds up, I need to let it go
I breathe in and breathe out but it never seems to flow
Where I am or what I'm doing, it doesn't matter
Wherever I go, I do not need to know
To understand your future
You must dig into your past
Dig deeply
To the moments that made you
The muse.
It stems from the inside
When searched for outside.
The muse.
It is in the form
Not in the function.
The muse.
It is in the fancy
Rather than the facts.
When eyes come alive, from darken to light
My day began with you with comfort so tight
I'd look to the sky, to the air, to the switch
That turned on my bedroom, your hand so swift
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Snowfall. Dawn.
Today’s a new day; I woke up under a tree.
I did not see it before, was used to being in cages
For the one in my company, I have nothing to bring,
Bubble tea street
Side alley wind
Cold door knob
Low violin
Chat under sign
Stock shelves full
Slide penny over
Train terminal
Fix socks shiny
Glitter twirl up
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away,
There was a beautiful tiger princess.
And every prince from near and far
Tried their best to win her heart.
The tiger princess was kind and good,
Hello, new friend, as beautiful as a warm, spring day
You are always in the bay in May
You are as red as a tomato
Not as dull as a potato
Handsome and shining
Speak of the moment now,
Remind me of that hour, that minute
That breathless second of which I cannot comprehend.
Thoughts tend to ebb and flow
as fleeting as
a springtime snow.
To catch one flake
may take a year
and make some fear
to ever think to grasp again.
So,
Here I'll tell a secret task
Inspiration is ignited by imagination
and interest in introspection.
Something that simply surpasses surprise
and seems to soothe you.
Resonating if you choose to
I met a headless fox to-day
in a field of fog and endless dream,
when day discovers dusk and
sun seeks solace;
she spoke to me,
in ghastly golden chimes
'please come no nearer' and I
As I open my eyes to start my day
A dark cloud filters me and the words I say
This spirit originates from my unholy brain
It resides within me and has no real name
It makes me sad and or afraid
Rushing into mother ocean as she calls my name unceasingly,
knowing it’s her whose bosoms holds life, treasure, secrets and embracing crashing waves for me.
Inspiration has to be courted,
But, like a person infatuated,
I lack patience.
I am easily frustrated
By the lack of her favor, but
a white sage, smudge smoke halo
is over something more divine
than all the angels on my shelf,
shedding their wings to bring the peace
i seek to unearth from myself,
Outside,
The sky is overcast and gray.
Beautiful.
It looks as if it is about to rain,
Gorgeous fat drops falling,
A rhythm that beats the same pattern as my heart.
Teeth to teeth
Grin to grin
Eye to eye
My oh my
She stares back, I stare forward
Blank expressions
Tea tingling sensations
Lemon leather movement
Careful curiosity
I'm a wounded soldier on the front of a war
my last time I give it all,
how mesh there was another way
another way to runway from girls in my DM
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Limitless, freedom, happiness, peace
These are the things we cry for
Screaming from the top of our lungs
Crying at night so no one can hear or hurt us.
You!
You have been hurt
You have cried
Mopping with the Birds
The yellow birds, they fly and hopI wish they could get up and mop.
Altho 'tis really nice to hear,Them singing while I loose my cheer.
Are you happy now
Are you satisfied
Have you quenched your thirst
Is your ego intact
Do you feel man enough now that you have broken me
Are you at peace
Do you even manage to get peaceful rest at night
Light replaces dark
Dark replaces light
Light, the first thing you see
Light, the last thing you see
Take your chance, do it
No one will do it for you
If you want it bad,
Prove it with your actions,
Not with false statements
That have no backbone in them.
You've gotta be able
Take your chance, do it
No one will do it for you
If you want it bad,
Prove it with your actions,
Not with false statements
That have no backbone in them.
You've gotta be able
Take your chance, do it
No one will do it for you
If you want it bad,
Prove it with your actions,
Not with false statements
That have no backbone in them.
You've gotta be able
Take your chance, do it
No one will do it for you
If you want it bad,
Prove it with your actions,
Not with false statements
That have no backbone in them.
You've gotta be able
the wind and waves move and bring motion to nature
Blowing through the trees and gliding through the water
the sun glistens off the water
the vibrant leaves float to the earth
Chills, tears, smiles, cockness, hapinness, sasification, determination
What is something that is unhuman but has power to give you all these feels?
Music
All the feels you ever wanted to give someone
Quickworded
I flensed quickwordedthe face of my brotherfull sore he flinchedthen soured against mehis loss bit deepalone I wilderedwield not word-swordsware be our speaking
Twilight of the godsNo, we are the dunes;with flimsy crust,with grass and scrub,we hope to holdagainst the dry,the drift from shifting winds.
Serotonin heaters and the smell of fresh, hot coffee;
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
Where are you in the middle of a snowy December?
What do we do When war wages wild In our own homes Ten times over And the time to fight Grows ever near? Do we wait Here in secrecy In the dark, dreary, cold And pathetically distant Land we call our own? Or do we “begin To solve the problem”?
The Tenth Circle- The Mannerless
Into the murky river Virgil and I dive
Grime and filth littered across the water.
Onto the unknown tenth circle we arrive.
Am I damaged
Am I no longer in one piece
Am I crushed
Am I overwhelmed with despair
Walking around in darkness
I could only see through the numbness
Many years and days gone past
There was once a moment
Where I was blinded by city lights, trampled by tall towers,
stepped on by city streetwalkers,
And all of it seemed so small in comparison.
Gimmicks.
Gimmicks
give me kicks
like
treats and tricks.
Gimmicks
give me name a face
and
me butt a place.
Gimmicks
give me eyes looks
I am drowning
I am surrounded in misery
I am weighed down by failure
I am struggling to push my head above the surface to taste the sweet thing
In a known garden it stands
Awaiting a touch from flesh
Glowing with intensiy
Running empty on patience
Craving to be picked from its mother
Screaming visually, violently, viciously
Lights flickered as he entered the room
In a sort of brooding mood
It seemed the luminance followed his que
His sketchbook filled with certain hues
If I could fly,
I would come right back home to you
I would remind you of all the times and things we had
Pandora! NO! do not open up that inbox!
you will release all evil and sin!
they will not forgive you for being unorthodox!
unless they do not figure out it is you, who has long luscious locks
There he stands, its summer in black
“Emo” is theme, for all teeanegers alike
Books, Music, The internet is his domain
Loki God Of Mischief has come back.
Girl I'm begging you to let me in...
Girl I thought the dust was settling
Girl you used to be my medicine
You're the finest thing I ever seen.
Girl you used to be my melody
And we used to live in Harmony.
Once long ago in a far away land
Where the sea breeze is blown
Where the sea meets the sand
A young girl lives here
The sea is where she may roam
And that is why her nickname is Seafoam
Brush your hair until it's as flat as the bottom of the ships they carried us in.
Stand up straight and say yes ma’am or no ma’am.
Join the football team and sweat until you can’t sweat no mo’ .
I don’t really like things
Maybe it’s just my personality.
I don’t really hate you
I am just not outgoing.
I don’t really wanna be you
A prettily painted picture
Deemed perfect by all,
Drawn to the Badlands within high school walls.
Slipping behind corners
Hiding in empty classrooms,
Her disease spread like mushrooms;
Prologue:
Beauty was never something I set out to find;
It was simply thrust upon me.
Without regard to who I really am inside,
Oh how I could’ve told this girl what she would’ve faced. To be able to tell her the story of a girl who always sees the good in others but can’t see it for herself.
When I run in the dark night then see behind me
I haven't found trace of my own shadow
When fear came over me and I whispered to myself
'Am I dead?'
A day that most people would know to be a romantic holiday where you spend it with your loved ones
Technology can not replace the human touch.
The internet is no substitute for face-to-face interaction.
Social media is not equivalent to actual socializing.
Life wails through out the city
Shimmering women walk to parties
Buisness men stumble home
Smokers reach their train platforms
Kids scurry into their late trains
Her omnipotent father was always on his phone,
while adolescent Hebe sat bored home alone.
She didn't fit in with the teens at her school,
the only boy who showed interest was the freshman who drools.
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k cometexas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,reapping my hood reapping my block,comeing from the blvd ghetto super star off the chain you know my name drapped up drippying on them thangs you know the hood i claim its a real g,thangg reaping this streets reaping
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meet me for coffeein some corner cobwebbed and forgottenwe can talk about the things wedrophabits and plates and dreamsmaybe you can tell mewhy it is easy to declare retreat
He was looking at me with a hunger in his face that boys like me learn to ignore as soon as we can climb a tree.
I have never climbed a tree.
I was curious.
“What are you
Suggestive of a Song
What one has loved with youthful infatuation,
what one has admired with childlike captivation;
The Greek Goddess of gorgeousness grounds herself in American society
To see what the social standards could be
Bullying breaks the beauty into a blue barbie
Attemping to aquire an acceptable acknowledgement
He sweeps throught the streets.
Crazed children folllow after.
Enchanted by the beat.
Not fear, but laughter.
Yells, yowls, shouts, and screams.
Who wouldn't want ice cream?
While I have always sought affection amongts the secrets of the night,
Sharing kinship with the shadows,
Relishing fromt the solitary seduction of it,
I cannot ignore the Sun.
We never had a chance to begin with
Yall had a chance since the beginning
Yall want to hate us when we start winning
But when we complain about fixed odds yall get offended
Nah, I dont get it
I was born and then I grew
Into something completely new
I was young and now I am old
with no hand to hold
I will soon be alone
Birds of a feather flock together,
born on the 23rd of october,
here comes Wanya after Wilber-t,
seven mintes after his brother.
They were brought into this world together,
"Why does time go by so fast?"I keep nagging to my trusted adultsHoping they provide a solid answer to this puzzleYet they fail to explainWhile it slips into the back of my mind
From Stone
“Are you jealous of me?” Medusa hisses.
Her friends slither, and smile. “Another statue,” they laugh.
“Pretty, cold, porcelain; meant for a shelf,” they mock.
I look around at the cashier's and pizza delivery drivers, and notice they're all my peers. My elementary school classmates are all either pregnant, applying for the college of their dreams or writing the next big rap song.
I always thought my parents were happy together,
I attatched myself to that idea like a tether.
As I grew older, they grew colder.
Secrets softly spread shattering and shaking my innocent soul.
Town houses and beaches
Spread the great reaches
of the entire world in my mind.
I could not see
Beyond the sea,
Or even three towns over.
The airport.
You know, that place where you fly?
High, high up in the sky,
The place of hellos and goodbyes.
"Goodbye, goodbye!" It's time to fly.
Eighteen-years-old and some change...
When was the last time I had a good Night's rest?
Waking up continuously through the night,
Hypnos used to visit me in this nest.
Beaten back by blue light, he blanches in protest.
Years ago,
my youth escaped me
I’ve seen it around
through glimpse of what could be
Years ago,
I became a grown up
started paying bills
became an expert on playing catchup
Some sort of sour stench seeps into my senses as I stroll across the sidewalk.A split second -- my sixth sense smells somethingseriously sinfulserenading through the streets.
The cold colorless corridor
Engulfs a glimpse of promise
At the low of your trial.
The tone of the future narrowed
With your focus trailing behind.
Eyes in the mirror
Seeing nothing but the sparkling dresses
Only concerned with who will be princess
Problems don't exist in make-believe land
Danger is dampened by the bright daylight
No one is anxious about making friends
My body was a book
my body was a book that my mother read to me every night
my body is a book that I didn’t want to read
because who wants to read a book about a girl who is
3’11
disabled
fears and doubts,
Impugnment actions,
in seas of calamities,
triggers for pondering
Besieged with insanity,
For making catastrophe,
A Fully armed battalion
Of emerging anxiety.
You make me feel empty You make me feel sadYou make me feel like I have lost everything I had
Now all I do is lay here and cryI even sometimes wish I could just lay down and die
You make me feel empty You make me feel sadYou make me feel like I have lost everything I had
Now all I do is lay here and cryI even sometimes wish I could just lay down and die
Tick
Hark,
This is the sound of life.
Wondrous mysteries await!
The wind is whispering,
Speak loudly so I might learn of your secrets!
Quickly, we must go.
The reflection in the pond
of the five flowers that bloomed on the bank
displayed like towers to my floor level frame.
Surrounded by the dirt and decomposed,
and the water swamping my sorrowed leaves
Every night she stared through the thin slits of her blinds
out to the branches that contorted in the hollowing wind.
She wasn’t afraid, but maybe she wished she was,
i am always growing.
looking back, i see my past self as a seed of something larger, struggling to weasel its way out of the staunch, sturdy soil and bathe itself in the cleansing glow of the sun.
She’s not the same girl anymore
the girl that will moan and groan
And bicker and fight, something’s changed
I don’t know what’s evolved, maybe
People are nicer or perhaps she’s not the same
As a kid my life was always a struggle
Dealing with shootings, yellow tape training my mindtl to be a newly equipped muscle
Living in the northside of milwaukee i had to switch up my mindset
Me, Myself and I.
Everyday, I wake and try
One step at a time.
Everyday, I wake and cry
One time, I was small
And carefree, lovely, and kind
I was just...
Me, Myself and I.
I was Happy-go-lucky
Running around and enjoying life
Nothing but good vibes
Completely carefree, worryfree
A pleasant childhood
O Doctor
I need your help
I can’t reach you
But give it a few
And it will fly right to the pew
If a stupid poem could fix this world,
I'd read it everyday.
No matter how hard I try,
I fear that it will always be the same.
As children, we wished to grow up quickly.
To move far away from our pertinacious parents,
To come home to a flawless family of our own.
It all happened so fast.
Playing outside until the sun walked away
Since I was young
I was told family had to be number one.
They’d have your back through thick and thin,
And defend you from every sin.
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous
I get obsessive and I get insecure. Sometimes I find myself unbalanced, quickly unraveling at the folds.
I may occasionally lose touch, or fall out of love.
She was no longer the girl with no name
She became noticed when tasks came up
People came to her for help, but didn’t know her name
Why didn’t they know her name?
I remember picking dandelions as a kid
gathering a bouquet to bring to my teacher or mom
the innocence behind it
I didn't know that these beautiful flowers were actually
I had a friend.
She was someone I didn't want to let go,
She was like my long lost sister,
But something occurred
and everything was foiled.
Silence enveloped the atmosphere,
everything went blank.
They fought like lions,
Slinking around the living room sofa,
Preparing to pounce on one-another
And using words to tear into each other
Like sharp teeth sinking into sour flesh.
11 is an age to play with barbies, for a girl, To make friends and go to school,
You need your sleep
Night is better than day
Close your eyes
Staple them shut if you must
And sleep for me
Breathe for me
Maybe marrying a man might help
Men make me merry...
Might make me malicious or murder me,
But men might make me moneyed
My G-d Molly men aren’t monsters
Nobody ever told me that growing up meant leaving things behind,
that dreams don't just appear but are to be fought for,
The end of the road has come
Yet this is only the beginning
New environment, new experiences, new indivuals
But the radiation of excitement has been dissipated when the workloads came in
I was picking up trash on the beach, instead of laying out to tan.
I was reaching for my water bottle on the way to work, instead of the plastic bottles.
The eternal summers of childhood
with the lazy buzzing bugs and the day's languid warmth
Are gone forever.
A young child, unheedingly uprooted from his country
and planted into another, in uncertain soil
I started out on my own.
I was influenced and followed.
It was fun and had great times.
Always with the thought that all was fine.
Then all at once, I was in a different situation.
My child eyes saw the hate instead of rainbows
My colorful doodles turned into grey multiplication worksheets
My dream on becoming a storyteller turned into finding a “real job”
Sitting around
a new day in town.
Start a new year
all my friends are here.
The look at me
and all they see
is my cut up hair.
"It was my choice!"
I strain my voice
How deep in that cave should i wander
The fork stabs me; i see two paths set before
Harsh light lining my sight
His Blight
Like a newborn sun rising off in the horizon in an aberrant, pink blaze
Life is like a game.
The milestones you pass are small victories like passing "GO" in Monopoly and being able to collect $200.
License level led to freedom
I no longer needed transportation
My mom not by my side to give me wisdom
I earned it all through my education
So quickly went from a young child to not
The moment I enter the store and you see me, suddenly you assume that I have to be African American just because of the color that is reflected in my skin and you continue to assume ......
You say I’m hysterical because
I fear the uncontrollable, the fallible
I cry for those struggling and crumbling
I panic under stress, becoming a mess
Putting on their faces a smile
needs you to go an extra mile.
There’s no time to wait a while,
no time to write in you file,
no need to break a tile,
just give out till the pile.
Your tommorow begins today
Don’t wait for any other day
Before you become gay
That’s why you should make hay
While the sun shines and say
No while the rain greys
Don’t give up on your play,
Heart's beating fast
I know I should be feeling
Kick against my chest
I know I should be reeling
But how can I?
The Lonely Lover Living in a cage inside his mind
The way of life
Oh how pleasent it is
But the way your world is
And how cold and black it runs
I cannot bear to be in it
Until I was fourteen I felt fine--
Good, great, and better than
I ever knew I could feel because in the moment,
I remember the first time I saw Dad take a drink
I remember the first time I saw Mom cry about Dads drinking
I remember the first time my sister told me “don’t worry one day things will be better”
Dust floats invisibly through the house, captive, undesired.
The coolness of the attic as unfriendly as the disdain of the moon,
as he furrows his brow.
As it must be so, as I must know so.
But what is true,
In the bigger picture,
Is it me, or you,
Or is it us, all here,
Growing, learning, being more.
A mellow meadow merrily
Hidden within a capacious, compact coppice
Where the birds tweet
A melodious melody sweet
That soothes the somber, sober soul.
Behind and to the right-
Tips of lips smooth a rough night
When harder lips are tough at might.
The tips of lips that says the word love
My daddy is the best
Among all the rest
He is bald and old
But precious as gold
He is giving and forgiving
But not at all demanding
He has a helpful nature
Helped many build their future
You know, You know
when you know
you grow everyday
but you know
when the grow
is so slow
its as its no more
it feels like it no more
you know when you see
things differently
Average, Normal, Typical,
Who has the say to define such?
Who has the say to define beauty, class, status?
All is crafted and twined by mankind.
He told me he loved me. He looked me straight into my vulnerable eyes and said the most important words any human can say to another. He stood there, still staring at me, waiting for a response. Say it back. I couldn't.
I fear being in the wrong
Me, on the other end of the spectrum
And i do not do wrong very well
Unadulterated anger
and bitterness coursing
shamelessly through my veins
alone.
The word is silently threatening,
leaving you to think as you tip
on the brink
of a shipwreck, about to be
It use to be darkness, but I walked in the light.
It used to be loneiless, but I was bright.
I was a walking blank slate then I began to write,
Fear is a tool unlike any other,
Dangerous and lively like fire,
A double-edged sword, a friend and a foe;
Mysterious and fearsome to think about, to feel,
The thoughts entrancing the mind, able to eradicate
Syllable after syllable...
Love flows from a desperate heart
Into the crisp, tense atmosphere.
Rivers could not compare.
The chains disintegrate;
Ash flies to the nearest patch of crumpled soil;
Thorns
Gnarled, razor fingers expand from my core
twist around my beating hart and stone filled lungs
Tighten,
Twist
Tear
oh inky blossoms don't bloom where you see no sun
We protect ourselves from the outside
and for what?
To escape the cold,
the pain,
the fear?
But that does nothing to heal us.
The snow is pounding, the rain is pouring
and we hide:
1
When I was little
I was too young to understand anything
But bubbles, blankets and balloons
Why the water, it seems so lonely
It reaches so far and wide
To cover and shield life beneath
Where does your meaning lie
It was always clean.
The smell of sanitizer suffocating the air.
When I see her, she is constantly smiling in that taunting "I am better than you" way
I wait and wait and wait.
Monsters,
They are all around us
There are skinny ones,
tall ones,
fat ones,
small ones,
Ones with sharpened horns and razer-blade teeth,
and yet others are adorable but avaricious.
I'm thankful for my mama I'm thankful for my sisters I'm thankful for my brother And all I've been given I'm thankful for their love I am so blessed Never ever will I See them as pests They desire my success And push me hard with no rest
Querida Bella (Dear Beautiful),
One breath at a time.
Just breathe.
Don’t throw up.
Relax.
Everything will be okay.
The next day will come.
1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.
I said goodbye to my old life
I said goodbye to my mind
I said goodbye to my body
I said goodbye to a day without pain.
Chronic illness, a storyline in dramatic televsion
Something your grandparents have
sitting alone on
a red linen couch.
the crackling crunch of a
dim T.V.
beaming up at me.
pitter patter
pitter patter,
the scurrying noise of
familiartiy.
A number of decades held to a hand
pass in time as clocks are rushed in circles
without much haste. It's a minor notion.
Thoughts, on the other hand, weigh more for less.
This tiny heart of mine fast beatingSoon all of my thoughts are fleetingCan’t keep this fear from creepingUp through my body, now is heaving
On thee, I gaze upon most wondrous eyes,
In which my love erupts like heated sky.
At each glance my heart leaps and my soul dies,
From the burning pain of my eye's goodbye.
The Great Mason the mason,
Son of the greatest great of all the greats Darryl, wisest wise of all the wise Christy,
Heir to the hearth of Strand, to whom he owes his spoils,
I challenged my future to a staring contest
My eyes bore holes into the dark unknown
The balance of time has caused my unrest
So I gaze at the void until my will runs low.
Time will tell when I give up the game
Do you know how frustrating it is,
To be criss-crossed,
Overturned,
Outnumbered,
By men who don’t see my worth?
A little boy
Forced to cry.
Dehydrated
from lack of joy.
What did he do wrong
Perhaps it was his father's guilt.
Again he cried.
Reaching out
No one heard him.
A pact sealed
Creep, crawl, climb
across the waste of words unspoken.
Dip, delve, dive
in languished lakes of leaps not taken.
Pull, push, plow
Sixteen years old when my whole world was rocked.
Depression’s demons got the best of me.
And the door to freeing myself was locked
So in the dark I sat alone, helplessly.
Wherever I enter a coffee shop
There are invisible hearts
Between the empty spot
Where 2 souls are connected
In some months or days or are now blended
There's love and they are worshipping
This here, in my hands, is nothing more than an hour glass.
Time paves each grain of sand and marks the hours pass.
As each grain stumbles through a maze of consciousness,
It begins to identify itself with the others.
Dear Dad, now that you’re gone, it isn’t over, and it’s never done.
The work we do while on Earth is only intended for our spiritual growth.
I always thought I was beautiful
But this process breaks the body
There’s another life inside my own
A life that calls my body home
I’ve searched for hours and still I roam
Looking around for answers
The way you look at me, I can't describe
Those bold brown eyes carry pain and pride
The way you look at me, I can't believe
How is it that someone like you can always see the good in me?
tell me the difference between you and I while
society explains to us that with our own eyes
we're to expect greatness from wealth
while the poor focus on being fly
BUT WHY?
tell me why
Do I stay where I stand?
Or leap
unsure of where I land
Did I make a mistake, Was my confidence all fake?
too many questions
too little time
Self doubt, like a shadow, slides slowly into my soul
The FBI agent in my many cameras
has been assigned to watch my demise.
Almost 20 and in love with the camera,
experiencing more lows than highs.
I am almost not a teenager anymore.
Are you sure? Are you sure?
I am young and in love,
I'm only 13 and I know that I am in love,
I am between the adults that tell me I don't know what love is,
and the children that don't even know the concept of hate and have no choice but to love,
Let America be America again.
Let it be the true plan we believed--
We should have left America alone to be a native home.
We invaded a village of teepees and buffaloes,
(America was a true native home)
Waves create circles that signify the triangles above
They finally seperate
From the left
From the right
She shoots up
Her white light
Indeed a sign from God
something that is so close
is still yet so far
and the only thing between it and me
is me.
so what's stopping me from obtaining this thing ?
the fear of finally getting something you've always wanted ?
I've been abused, broken, and hurt,
And yet here I stand above the dirt.
I thought I'd be six feet under by now,
But I'm not, I've just slimmed down.
I don't close my eyes to just fall asleep,
A pendant so shiny, covered in shroud,
Decorated and designed with every longing to ensnare,
Ensnare the remaining corpse of a love that rot,
Beguiling enough it was, that it did soothe that angry rot,
Before I was a droning voice, I was lost within the noise.
I discovered a hidden talent, suddenly my art was the noise,
I am no longer lost.
The strokes hold my thoughts and the image holds my cause,
Dying, dying, dead
It's almost like the Earth and my soul collided
Becoming one
The similiarity between us
We are both dying
I however am dying to grow up,
Dying to be independent,
Whispers sit wistfully in the shadow,
The silence as sublime as the outflow,
Of darkness and danger from not long ago,
Every voice vocalizes with no audio,
Personalities and behavior ripped in twain between home and freedomPreferences and genders exchanged in favor of a roof overheadPerseverance and ache mark my mind but never will reveal myself to unaccepting kind Assessed the situation plenty, all
As a young adult looking back on the past, the amount of mistakes made is unfathomable. I feel as if the most important is something we all struggle with everyday.
Rojo, meaning red.
It is the hue of our blood and what keeps coursing through our veins to keep us alive.
On my flag it is the color to represent the union of Europe and the Americas,
I can feel it inside; writhing, shrieking, tearing me apart.
It’s frantic. It wants to escape, to be free from the combines of my feeble human body.
My hands grip my ears, trying to block out its garbled, high-pitched plea.
i feared you
being a small fragile creature with doe eyes
ready to tuck my tail and hide
and you knew it
you let me know how off i-
Before I found theatre,
I was depressed,
dysphoric,
dispondent.
I began with acting.
I dived in headfirst.
I had finally found a place where I belonged.
Inspired by the love you give
so what if my parents were low income
you provided jobs
so what if I was an immigrant
you provide opportunities
so what if I didn't know English
you provided language
In his arms are copper mines,
The pulse they work his drums.
Digging up unearthly, glittering, dashing multitudes
Common men, molded, stamp mere dimes
Yet it lingers within eyes that see
L.C. S.H. E.S. A.S. Mentoring me to my most marked moments.
Love of dear friends is showing me to the path of happiness.
I am grateful for the bound of blessings you each have bestowed on me.
My great grandfather lived part of his life
in a cave
in Mexico
as an orphan.
Living within rock walls
he learned
Loneliness kills men.
I appreciate you for being there every night, from the moment i was born to todays present.
Coming home from partys to nothing but an empty home and a cold bed, but always you.
You brought me into this planet.
Yet you've been absent all of this time.
Yearned for my life to be expanded.
Youthful and never whined.
I learned from your mistakes.
Impacting the way I feel and think.
It doesn’t feel right to thank you, yet that’s what I’m doing anyway.
Roots constricting my soul, you used to control who I was.
Choices, certainty, commitment:
coincidentally being with “c”.
confusingly, the latter means to either
Call on a new, better life
choose a calm, consistent life
Catch both types of people
I think, therefore I am
Yet, you placed your ideology
Onto me, shaping me.
As I was a seedling,
You watered me;
a downpour of politics
a waterfall of what is right and wrong
im standin righ behind u
lookin at the godass behind u
Oh wait its a goldass behind u
wanna have a goldescort with u
I be walking righ beside u
carefully not to hurt ur drumstick
Great are the flames that keep the darkness at bay
Undeserving of its warmth, but still taking advantage
Ignorant to the pain that doesn’t come my way
History isn’t always learned through books
because of you I experienced it first hand
The trips to the capitol
Captivating Cool Charismatic
little swan,
life will come and go,
Don't bother sticking to what you know
Please, please go with the flow.
Follow your heart.
How you have refined me, the heat almost unbearable.
Each lick of the flame was searing and brought tears to my eyes.
I was molding and melting, bending to the will of the inferno.
The underdogs , the least likely to succeed that we always root for in the movies , while we hate , and spit out venomous speech to the ones right in front of our eyes , the ones who don't live on a tv screen but are real,
there is a storm brewing,
slowly like herbal tea,
deep inside my ribcage.
the kiss of rain dominates my body,
filling lungs with oceans
of searing saltwater tears.
You taught me about me about life and everything it holds
Through the dark windy nights and days so cold
You brushed my hair and wiped my nose
While singing a song about my little toes
A simple smile / Warmer than the sun on my skin / For you I'd swim a mile. / You're a flower in the winter / Too cold to move / Too weighed to stand tall. / A weight to take, / to make my own, / though shadows pass / and the pain grows.
Our church is going on a campout...
Tents with sand tracked in
and river-soaked clothes tossed
over sleeping bags.
A trail of trampled brush
leading to a brilliant fire
Dutiful, disciplined, dependable dad.
How happy to have had:
teacher, trainer, tactful taskperson.
Listening to lectures, leaning, learnin',
sometimes snubbing,
I've learned so much; thanks for loving.
One, two, three, four
How many pills does mommy take till she falls to the floor.
I don't think her body can take much more.
Five, six, seven, eight
Mommy won't see me graduate
It hurts to hate all her mistakes.
your lies are like petals picked from the most poisonous flower
A flower I could sit and listen to for hours
the more I listen the more you pick, and you cast them over me like stars in the darkest sky.
and they land,
I want to thank the thing that held the muscles at the back of my throat painfully tight every time I have thought of speaking.
Now that I have floated down from that whisper of existence,
Bright humanity can only make me smile.
When I told him I love him
He just standing there and frozen
He didn't speak any words
When I told him I wanna be with him
Again,he just standing over the corner and stared me without saying any words
Crumpled and torn away from these branches
These feelings have began to fall this fall
Once a bright summer green became ashes
You were once a maple tree oh so tall
Crumpled and torn away from these branches
These feelings have began to fall this fall
Once a bright summer green became ashes
You were once a maple tree oh so tall
I have the Power to Presevere and inspire my Peers.
I have the Power to Outweigh my Obstacles and Overcome my fears.
Ridiculous I was back then.
Weak was I back then.
No potential even if I stood on top of Kilimanjaro!
Where would I be, if not at 9 years of age I stood on top of my father's
shoulders?
Surrounded by voices; I was a <murmur>.
Fear had stolen my lips away,
Locked them in a vault under the sea-
Why?
My mind was confused.
Here I go again...watching TV but my mind thinking about you..our last time..you and me reunited and released our essence together in the deep moan of love
©mynightprayerwords
Selly Agtus
To sit quiet and be nice wasn't kinda his thing
He was known to all as the mighty sarcasm king
He was shy and so very quiet
He was the perfect man with that touch so polite
©mynightprayerwords
Selly Agtus
That rage was meant to reveal the truth from behind those eyes open wide
He was stubborn and stood up for what he believed in
Even though he was a man now,his childishness was still a part of him
He looked like an angel sent from above
With those sparkling eyes
He seemed the true face of love
He was so wild but he had a beating heart
His savage way to live was like an only art
He was strong because he was forged in pain
Today he ruled because he never stopped when it rained
Even though it hurt,he was still holding on
Waiting for a day when all that suffering will be gone
Your gaze exposed me
My body seemed stiff and hypnotized
You broke down my defenses
Your eyes made me shiver
Your gaze makes me missed about something sweet
Making my mind floated imagine something
Did you cry?
Yes I did
Did you bleed?
Yes I bleed
Did you suffer?
Yes I did
Did you stuck?
Yes I did
What would you do?
I cry...
I bleed...
I suffer..
I faint...
I want more
More for what
More for love
More for attention
More for falling love
More more kissing
More for touch
More for embrace
More for everything
Don't love me if you want to leave me
Don't give me a sweet promise if you want to break it
Don't stop loving me
Although sometimes you get tired
Don't change a bit
Because in your love I find happiness
The demon frame in my deepest heart
Trying to leave the core of me
Want to cast a dark aura from me
Spreading the charm of my other self
The other me who is thirsty for lust
Your touch makes me shiver
Feel the warmth of your skin
Your kisses all over my body
Your tongue tracing in every curve of my body
Make me moan with pleasure
The heavenly pleasure of a man
Her smiling make him stroking
He feels her skins embraces him
They reunite in the silent quiet night
With the sky full of stars
And feel the essence deep inside them
©mynightprayerwords
Selly Agtus
Hello there.. How are you?
Have you thinking about me?
Because I'm thinking about you
Hello..
Can you hear me?
My heart trying to call you back but the voice becomes mute
Hello..
Can you hear me?
For the woman I’ve never met
One who has lost more than I have,
Resurrecting the memory of her mother and brother, murdered in cold blood -
Come, come, come with me
Let’s embrace each other,
seep into me.
It’s warm and deep.
But there’s something underneath.
My teacher once told me
he was 'in the winter of life'.
And how beautifully tragic it seemed at first
that we are all seasons.
Warrior who entertained
me with the shiny armor.
let me punch it; test her pained
passionated heart that was so secure
secrete in my fathers suit
given without a lawsuit
my queen a title that suit
Pictures Say A Thousand Words
By: Audrey Forte
You could say a thousand words
but a picture can say them faster.
Frame by frame, and day by day
No matter how distraught we feel
Lost, lonely, and without appeal
Poetry reminds us we’re not alone,
That everyone else is also prone,
I lived life in suspension
A life of
Suppressed emotion and
Stifled self-expression
Until sixth grade when
when i knock on it, my head sounds hollow.
it’s unsurprising.
nothing good has been made in there for days,
my brain might have shriveled up
in its static, echoey cavity.
is this ok?
am i ok?
is it ok that i exist?
always the questions
that continue to persist
in the mind of mankind
always the struggle
to overcome
to continue in a game
is this ok?
am i ok?
is it ok that i exist?
always the questions
that continue to persist
in the mind of mankind
always the struggle
to overcome
to continue in a game
You know what’s funny-
People are funny.
And not in the Steve Harvey kind of way.
See, the question “why”
I suppose I'll just start writing. It’s like thinking but confined somewhere between you and me and everybody else.
Silly smiling suspended doubt.
Buildings of brick and steel.
Hearts made of mortgages.
“The idea is to write
So that people hear it
And it slides
Through the brain
And goes straight for the heart”
I push pen to paper
Love is the essence of all living things
It gives life and meaning to all
Both you and me
Though big or small
Through thick and thin
Love comes off the winner
Of life's great battlefield
I feel it,
Their pain,
Their joy,
In the words,
That are written.
My thoughts,
With theirs,
My feelings,
With theirs,
My words,
With theirs.
Elaine Jane,
Born to poor dropouts, yet still had a brain.
Might not swing hammer, still moved from Alabama,
Almost killed by a school shooter manna’
Waiting, writhing
my words yearning,
for freedom through writing.
Freedom from thoughts
that encumber me,
freedom from emotions
that smother me,
freedom from a mire
The pen flies across the journal.
My heart open unashamed.
Finally, I am free.
No one to judge.
No one to question.
My soul unleashed.
I write as long as I want.
Whatever I want.
In the darkest lairs comes raging tears
when summer shines and winter snows.
The tales of blood and the splash of guts
to tell of our homely woes.
When death will stalk and hunger hugs
and gives a warmly moan.
As I make my journey
goals ahead, pushing through,
I take the time to reflect,
I take the time to make some sense
of all that I have become.
What has brought me here
Ruined plans.
Evil at work.
Suicidal, sober, and stardom.
Torture, terror, and triumph.
Irreplaceable.
None can escape.
Pistols and pills.
Elders and young.
Admiration and apathy.
His big beautiful brown eyes
shown through the darkness
like a summer's sunset
just before the night falls.
His arms grasp me ever so tightly,
and in that moment,
I could never let go.
Sweet soft rhymes rhythmic against ears so eager
Eat every word with sweet salivating stealth
Poems provoke pieces of me
Hanging on the quatrain I quiver through questions of who I am
Silence. I just want silence. Radio static flickers on a broken record spinning at a million miles an hour and no matter how much you slow it down it's always too fast. Silence.
Silence. I just want silence. Radio static flickers on a broken record spinning at a million miles an hour and no matter how much you slow it down it's always too fast. Silence.
Driving down the highway, breeze caressing my locks.
Palm trees, blue water, sunshine,
Icy mountain tops, and thrill in the cable car.
Is there a way to capture these sights?
How was your day today?
I ask them everday;
To make sure they're okay,
and to care for their say.
She said "I'm good" one day.
A facade she would play
to hide her little gray,
Flowers bloom, afternoon aroma is so awesome
Makes you awestruck when you bite into the fruits that blossom
Leaning purple petals in the meadows of the sanctuary
they say the universe is infinite
that dark matter is constantly expanding
that we are but a speck in this scheme
so why is it
that everytime I look in the mirror
I see something horribly massive
It's a very black night,
Just with no light,
Living with mosquitos,
Sinking in cold water,
as I look back at my page
a mess of words
a smattering of double entendres and single-line metaphors
I come to realize that my poetry
is nothing like yours…
What do I see?A dark man with a bright futureA light was made for me.But will I be the user?I see a boy by age, but a man by stature.In the mirror, I see a young man, but others see a rapper.I see a young man who like sports, music, and education.
Live like a lion.
Rummage up a roar.
Protect what is precious.
Hunt out of hunger
Love larger than life.
If you don't rhyme
all the time,
it's not a crime
because it's unnecessary, sometimes.
I know this is true
because I'm writing haiku
So should you try to?
I am a hopeless romantic
But when I attempt to get into a relationship, it is problematic
It never seems to work out
So I am in left in doubt
But to help me rid of these feelings of heartache
My mother mutters over dishes clinking in the kitchen
In eloquent elegance of interlocking iambic ideation
Spooling sounds of syllables into subtle symphonies
North Carolina, Keith Scott, who is black/
Killed by police autopsy reveals he was shot in the back/
They got a healthy fear of blacks so we're perceived as a imminent threat/
Close your eyes.
And imagine.
A perfect night before the alarm comes off.
When the morning comes, nothing is good.
This thick tithe of pure perfection is slammed on my desk—
First day of school. First day of volunteered AP agony.
Dark, warm eyes rave over the pages and pages,
But of what?
Share with me this moment.
As we lock hands, we take flight.
As we lock hands, we take control.
If only for this moment we share a fate.
If only for this moment we share a fate.
Freedom from shadows
In mirrors and windows,
From reflective lures
And twisted cores,
To soft lore
And light covered floors,
This is what is brought,
And wrought from mine,
the storm is coming
the winds are strong
they weave their whistles
into a song
the sound of lamentation
the widow’s lonely call
the storm, the storm is coming
the rain’s begun to fall
Dear guy in the UPS store
I knew you would be the focus of my poem as soon as I saw the floor
Clean shaven, nice hair
it looks like you might actually care
Stop loving me gimme youre drink of toxic im not welcome to exuse my K.D
welcome myself crazy im so alarmed be so sweet my clone has gone so crazy
im the king just kill me with youre apple im to exited
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America,
They say this flag is a symbol for liberty and justice
Yet there was not justice for us
Treading on the trodden trackKnowing I knew my way back.Stumbled on a Frosty verseGot its point with stanzas terse;
Speak softly into the chambers of my heart.
Never let go as you kindle me like a fire on a frigidly cold winter night.
Touching your raven black hair, running my fingers through like a comb.
The first one could not stop feel violated
Evil executed exacts
Bestowed all on her; at school
The second one all too scared
Taste terrible time
Done harsh deeds on her, at school
I go to your profile; I see you smiling
Twitter tells me I might know you
Twitter doesn’t know that I once did.
I look through your posts; I see you glowing
Facebook tells me you got a new job
True Love?
You can never find it
Feelings they love to hide it
True love can fade
Your lover have you caught up in a maze
All the games?
You thought you were done with them days
Taken as a passing wind.
You suspected infidelity, and you suspected grief.
You suspected destruction before anything began.
I thought you wanted gold,
Not silver, steel, or bronze.
That's what I was told.
Oh, gold! That's worth a lot!
All or nothing, not half
For You, I was taught.
Here, we see broken hearts bred
By souls left on “read”
By ghastly ghosting guys and gals,
The sort of familiar feeling of falling
Envelops me like it's always meant to
An ocean that only goes down
Devoid of light and air and feeling
I find myself reaching
(The surface is miles away)
Dear Dean Winchester, At age four, you were raised a man. You were sent to a precarious frontline, preparing for battle.At age four, not only were you a brother, but you became a father and mother. At age ten, you were given a gunAnd was told to
Dear Younger Self,
I want You to know:
YOU
ARE
ENOUGH,
don't let anyone tell You any different,
even Yourself.
To my past selves:
My pissed off selves, and silent selves;
Those selves that sold their richness for a desperate dose of something that could quell the
questioning
Like a bible or prayer might’ve quelled,
Dear the Ears of Humanity,
Perhaps in this letter you will read
What you choose not to hear.
You may have forgotten I am in college wherein
January’s Tuesdays and Thursdays
Dearest Friend,
Lend me your branches,
that I may spend upon them
a sultry summer day
Enfold me in broad leaves
allow secretive breaths
to divulge the heartbeat of the forest
Dear June 4th, 2017,
Why did you take him from us?
My sweet, Fat Boy,
Everyone’s happiness,
Someone’s Sanity,
Someone’s heart.
They're too fast
They speak of things I don't understand
Their lips are quick but their minds are slow here
I would rather be there
Here the harrowing hardships are fast
Not slow enough to listen
Dear Strong, Powerful, Influential women of the #MeToo movement,
Ladies! Arise and shine for thy light has come
The world has given unto you the keys to the kingdom
No longer will you be termed “The Reject”
maybe you're not ready yet.ready for the lies.ready for the hurt.ready for"love". oh my sweet darling, love is when you are readyto love yourself because we may lieto ourselves,we may hurt ourselves but the bravest thing we can dois love ourselves
At times I wonder
Where I'm headed in this world.
Where is my place?
In an office, the monotony of keyboards?
In a bus, a vagrant of burnt-out success?
Or among the stars above me,
To the person that changed me,
You gave me new beginnings and a new life,
You gave me hope,
When I had none,
Lost Now Found
A sheep in the wilderness
Lost within the herd
I cry out, but did anyone see?
Did anyone hear?
Does anyone care?
The beautiful pastures turn to darkened valleys
Dear fri(end).
There’s a reason why friend
terminates with end.
It’s not always the sharp
SLASH
of a knife to my throat
or a slick
STAB
in the back;
The tall grass dances
With the wind. Twisting, turning,
To the silent song
Fat bees hover near
Lazily move through the air
As the daring dawn deludes me,
Your fervent fire fades,
Were it surely suffocated silently?
Or wrongfully wrought with neglect of my serenades.
For I know, my flaunty faults foster irony,
To Those Who Think They Know, Everybody has secrets,So does The GirlTo Those Who Think They Know, but really don’t,The Girl holds her secrets within the cage that is her chestThey don’t see themBecause they only skim its gilded surface, blind to t
Everything looks brown
But the moon is gold
I wonder if she can hear the Earth sobbing
The harvest gains less several single year
Farmers blame the city
I blame the city too
I also blame the farmers
Muggy water, gooey mud
Lily pads with bright pink buds
A fish, a fly, a heron
Swarming swirling swamp, a heaven.
Rain! A great grey day.
J-E-S-U-S, Jesus is the Best
When You’re troubled and stress, He’ll give you rest
His Love is as deep as the ocean blue
You can read the Bible to know it’s true.
Nothing in this world has ever been more beautiful than getting to lay my eyes on you. You’re the reason I wake up smiling. Your the reason i stay up all night writing these romantic letters.. You make me the happiest man in the world.
Dear J,
Its been a while since we've spoken,
And that's the reason that we're broken.
Not because we haven't spoken,
But because we spoke to much and,
The pain from hearts came through our lips,
This is not about me
As you and I can see
But about my dancing day by day dog Jellybean
Jellybean has lots of joy jumping up and down
He likes to play and his birthday is in May
This is not about me
As you and I can see
But about my dancing day by day dog Jellybean
Jellybean has lots of joy jumping up and down
He likes to play and his birthday is in May
Dear Favorite Pen,
You sit quietly over carefully lined pages
Resting gentle in my loose grip
Point hovering just above the first blue line
Your ink begging to be released
Fear breaks
The crack of dawn
Tossing, turning, yearning
Hardly ever learning
People and places
Pasts and problems
Things I’ll never have the answer—
Four
Years.
Dear Future Husband,
I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice,
and the way that we touch,
I love your warm smile,
and your kind, thoughtful way,
I have my flaws i don't follow all the laws I may look fine but without you even happiness is a crime
So will you be mine?
As when I'm with you everything is perfectly fine
Your slightest smile makes my world shine
Dear Alex, you are as golden as the rays the sun holds so close to its heart.
Your hands are as soft and delicate as the petals of a sunflower. You bring the
I remember growing up life wasn't hard.
We had nice cars, big house and living right.
Waking up in the morning hearing my dog barking
and seeing the sun rising.And Thank God for another day.
Dear Past
Dear Past been through
so much I thought it
would never last.
Six years old seen
My momma got abused
Dear Simon and Garfunkel,
You are something I never understood.
A riddle not to be answered, a question
left to dangle.
You seemed so happy. Smiling
in those album covers, but
Dear Animals,
I’m sorry.
Sorry for that pain that I’ve caused
From your dying screams
To the melodic tapestry of a cheese tastery
Dear Conscience,
Do you remember when I was young?
Because I can’t seem
To fit those pieces together
For where I am now
And then, would you not
Believe that the next thing
Carla said to me that
Day completely, and I mean
Entirely, disintegrated my
Feelings. What kind of
Grossly cold-
Hearted woman
Dear World, I hope that in reading this,You too begin to know her. She was the calm in the storm,Filling each and every broken crack,and each and every fallen construct.She was the bandaid,Holding me together,So tight yet so warm.She defined the w
Dear World, I hope that in reading this,You too begin to know her. She was the calm in the storm,Filling each and every broken crack,and each and every fallen construct.She was the bandaid,Holding me together,So tight yet so warm.She defined the w
To Humankind,
It was not a human hand,
That rolled the planets into spheres
And placed them side by side.
It was not our fingers
SPOKEN POETRY
(human rights)
A Poor to ridiculed, had felt like a trash dispatched
A one that has bullied, had felt like was shot with a gun
Dear High School,
Four years of daily long yawns and 15 minutes naps.
You were filled with an unbelievable amount of ups and downs,
but I will never look back and regret anything.
From the friends I've made,
I want to express what’s buried in my heart But words can be fickle things that trap and hurt I want to use them to describe something wonderful and chaotic
Have you ever loved so much it hurts? I have. It's the worst. Take a step back before you attack because the usual explanation is what this will lack and that's a fact.
Dear Savannha,
You’re my older sister
My sister who told me family was everything
My sister who laughed with me and shared memories
I wish I made you up inside my head.
If you didn't exist I wouldn't feel like this
And these thoughts of you I wouldn't dread.
And sometimes I just wish that I was dead;
Life is like a piece of art
Your art
Paint it with patience and fortitude
Don't attempt to rush
It'll get smashed up
I picked up my pen and tor a paper
Ready to write an article, so verbal
But I was so empty inside, with guilt in mind, tortured by my crimes, which I commit in this life.
Dear Teddy Bear,
All torn, tattered, and tear-stained
With half of an ear eternally creased
How many nights have I spent alone?
The heart, frostbitten, cries out for an ounce of comfort, kindness, compassion, consolation- consideration.
People, without empathy, pick, prod, panic, probe, pry, peel, push, and pull.
To my dear grieving Angel:
How often they gathered,
The two toads
Water was the body they lathered
They were one another's odes.
Jordan,
Because they were rough, and calloused
The worn fingers that laced with mine matched the temperament of their owner
The hands of a hard man
It was when the happiness was abundant in life.
It was when all I needed to be happy were some toys.
It was when the bad people only existed on Superman.
Here today, standing at the beginning of a new year,
when I look back, for the first time in my life,
I don't see any regrets.
I don't see any worthless pain.
I don't see any failures.
Before the light shone on my new face,
My family was already around me,
The first born child, I am the newest roots to my lineage.
Who runs through my veins,
Who I unconditionally love,
Dear Problem Child,
I saw what happened,I saw the fear in your eyesWhen it stopped being angerWhen it became hate
Dear woodpecker
how are you just
tap tap tapping away
you have no fears just keep
tap tap tap tapping away
you have no cares just carfree
tap tap tap tap tapping away
what are you doing to me
Dear Poetry,
Thank you for always being there.
I mean, I'd be worried if you ran away from me
Black scribbles flying off the page making me double check my prescriptions
December 22, 2017
Dear Soccer,
In the locker room the flame is lit
Putting on the official game kit
Pre game is all about the vision
For a very long time I looked down on myself
for pursuing my dreams instead of the wealth
My brother, an engineer
My sister, a nurse
And I...
I am...
not the lawyer you wanted to see
The nurse who would be sucking my blood that day was a;Beyonce-singing;Hip-swinging;Needle-wielding ninja;
Handcuffed to the dreadful normality
of predictibility
Strangled by the soffocating realization
Of habit.
Held captive by fear.
One can not force one's self to Change.
Yet, without change,
Dear The New Year,
I am nearly 18
58 days till to be exact
I am nearly an adult
But really
I am a child
I am a child left behind
Not academically
Emotionally
Dear High School,
This is an open letter to you as I near graduation in five short months.
Because those months will not compare to almost four years of smiles, essays, and all the memories in between.
This placid playground lined with rusting bullets is what i grew up in. A conglomeration of twisted metal lines this place of has been happiness and if one were to walk around these metallic missiles they would see that they have names on them.
Words by Helen Keller
Life is NEVER about going head-on.Try to BEND the road a little.You want to make YOUR life meaningful,Turning your HEAD this way and that.
Faithful
Accepting
Messy
Iratatting
Loyal
Yokelish
Approachable
Noble
Dangerous
Frank
Rare
Immature
Embarassing
Nice
Daring
Ezra E. Ohly
165 East Street
Wellington, Oh 44090
Dear past self, I wish you the best for what is to come.
This world has gone completely down the drain.
We fight pointless battles, we watch tragic events instead of doing something.
We're being brainwashed by the technology we're so obsessed with.
The life in him runs under the skin, under my hand, running through the splotches, smelling up into my nose
Dear victims of my verdict,
Forgive me,
for my input,
I thought I could,
Persuade you,
Change you,
Dear,AFFLICTION
I’m GLOWING UP and GROWING UP.
That may upset most, and make many envy.
Some may say “oh she’s acting new” or “she think she pretty”
Never that honey.
Honestly, this has always been there.
Than the silver light
that shines on oars-divided sea
so lovely is the smile you bring
at which I stare with no blinks
You fascinated me
Early Fall, runny noses
Pale, dry faces
In a room full of obnoxious peers and sleepy eyes
I saw you.
And you fascinated me.
Dear Predator,
You took my innocence-
Ripped it from my clenched fists
And tore it to tiny pieces
As I looked on in horror.
Definitions
Yesterday I got out of bed
Changed out of my pajamas and into fresh clothes
Splashed water on my face and cleaned my teeth
I laced up my own shoes, i crawled into the bathroom
I was five the first time I heard my parents fight,Their tongues forking lightning in flippant tones.Even now I can hear the resounding booms that shook our home,And people wonder why I’m terrified of thunderstorms. I was nine the first time the w
He's my hero
He care so much from my tender age,
He's there in time of my race,
Sometimes he felt he could run my race,
Because of my tiny legs not to fail my race,
But nature won't allow him pick the race,
Dear Nashira,
You are so sweet! No other child can compete.
I am so proud to be able to call you my niece.
Sometimes you are so loud I can barely sleep but still your the most perfect child in my eyes.
Covered in a fury of flames,And subsequent smoke,I called for some water to quench myparched self.So you,My beautiful,Last signal flare,guided me to your outstretched arms.You became my oceanOf loveAnd shallow devotion.I grasped for your hand,Sear
Dear Brown,
You always follow me
You always stay with me
Like the sun in the summer
And the cold in the winter.
My brown is not your brown
My brown is not his brown
your vision blurred
with weeds (buried
in your computer) burning –
you invented new colors,
crying to branches stretched out to you
I love people so much to the point where they pull out scissors
to make a collage out of our relationship- slicing away each day until
it fits the requirements for their need for space
Are you aware that the ground you step on is a golden path for me to followAnd every door you walk through is a diamond-encrusted gate.
I Love…
Love is patient
Do not tell me you love me unless you are willing to put aside your plans for my time
Love is kind
Dear "Daddy",
What is love?
See, you taught me growing up that yelling and slamming doors was love,
That me asking my mother where you were, was love.
You taught me that I was only there to sit and look pretty,
I know your brain is wired in a way that makes you think everybody
within a 3 mile radius hates you, is annoyed by you or thinks you’re a lazy cow.
I have the Power to empower and challenge those in power and their reign from their tower of tactlessness and terror. I am an individual not identical to those identities intending to suffocate me.
Listen --
We are siblings, you and I
Two halves to the same whole.
You crumble and crackle and scream your frustration
All darkness and fury, blood in the water.
Yes, I see you clearly:
In the deepest part of my deadly diary
The part where you don’t even write ‘dear diary’
Rather an anonymous date perhaps as proper proof of ‘here I am’
You're so goddamn beautiful, you gorgeous black goddess. I done found myself in a situation with infatuation, this unbearable desire that I have, I can't help but wonder. Its certain things that you do, that drive me wild.
On a
Loop losely based
off Kerouac and Motorcycle Maintenance,
Bums and Trains.
Yet what
most perplexes people...
Why.
Why try
so hard to go
So Far From Home.
The Answer?
Dear Vanity,
I seem to have this predilection for abandoning anything that is not perfect.
My body is my temple.
My body is my holy ground.
They tried to burn it down just because I am "too round".
My body is my temple holy ground.
They don't like when I smile or when I frown.
My neighborhood
Young in age & played the streets
Despite the interruptions of gun slaying around me
My neighborhood
A Lil Older More unique
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I want to speak with Dean
In drug laced ecstasy, beatification grasping him
Holy saint of sin
On the Road again
I want to speak to Carlo
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My head is full of cabin fever
Nothing much to do—
Except indulge, engorge, satiate, satisfy, consume
Everything to do—
Words have power but have you forgotten
That power comes with a price?
You did not consider (that) as you wrought in
Trouble; with a pen, be wise.
You ruined us with that darned stylus,
Finding someone who is caring, careful, conscientious is far more difficult than I’d like it to be.When I found you I felt at peace, I felt like the world finally had meaning, motive, mind.When I met you my anxiety emerged its way back out of the
Because I Love you
You have taught me to love myself
You have taught me to believe in myself
You have taught me to finally realize what love really is
I was hurt, broken, uncompleted
I invited you to share a drink, and we both climbed the mountain of wine.
I would shout to the mountains and they would say in reply, “He’s not yours.”
Are you tied to me?
With an abiding knot?
To the edge of the universe and back for you,
I'll miss the broken avenue
To stay by your side forever,
Even with the sunrise calls,
I'd rather trip I'd rather fall,
Than to have you in pain,
As you look in my eyes,
You see me,
Not just my face or my hair,
You see my soul,
When you look at me,
My heart feels whole,
I love you.
Yes, You.
It's definite and its finite.
It's something that envelops you wholly.
It caresses every dent in your armor.
Because I love you,
I’d reach and grab all the stars,
Because I love you,
Our arguments are compromises,
Because I love you,
Love flows between people
Between the grooves of their skin
Between the cracks of their lips
Between the canal of their blood vessels.
It is not physical,
People ask about my new "Glow"
"How are you such a morning person?"
"It's my new skin care routine, y'know?"
I lay in bed, trapped in my head
I want the voices to stop,
YOU MIGHT ASK YOURSELF WHY I WRITE THIS IN ALL CAPS
THAT IS THE SOUND OF MY HEART SHOUTING FOR ANSWERS
TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT "LOVE" IS SUPPOSED TO MEAN...
Version 1
REMIND ME WHY
Because I love you, I'll do your homework for you.
I'll stay up late and make sure there aren't noises creeping out of the cracks in your house.
Because I know- you're scared of monsters.
i forgot your face
i forgot your voice
i forgot your grip
i forgot you
but i remember
giddy grins
sunsets shared
elated eyes
park pizza
crushed cheezits
skipped stones
Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us,
spoken one word of encouragement to us,
or simply believed in us,
has entered into the makeup of our character,
as well as our success
because you love me,
you take me to the farmer’s market
just so i can continue my search for honey that is as sweet as you are.
i have yet to find any that comes even close
Sharing giggles, locked eyes, silly faces,
Midnight phonecalls, dreaming of futures.
Arcades, Sci fi movies, Civilization matches.
He introduces Legend of Zelda.
My parents are LOVE. They argue, they fuss and downright disagree with each other, often. LOVE is not seeing eye to eye. They like different movies but every once in awhile they find one together.
My love covers those with a blanket of endless support and emotion.
My love empowers others to love others.
My love is loud and a vibrant green.
Because I love you, Lets build,
Because I love you, I want to be able to share a cup of coffee with you,
Because I love you, lets be adventurous
Because I love you we should have boundaries,
I am that sunflower that grows to the moonlight
You feed me moonshine and I spit water like liquid courage
Just like moon
I shine bright
and no thank you
I don’t need Nobody’s SON to reflect that
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love.
It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love.
Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love.
It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love.
Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
I often smile at just the thought of you,
the sound of your voice makes my heart skip a beat,
awestruck I listen as if you are the only voice in the room.
So son we see sleeping seating sleazy seasoning
Please seek some seeds to sort some singing
Soldiers solder souls and sultans sojourn skulls
Stalls in looms shook shrooms and swords in succession swinging
-Don’t speak- Look around. I am a girl who provides for my six siblings I have 2 jobs paying minimum wageBarely brushing by, i don’t get to have much to show off My bully doesn’t know this;My bully picks at my clothes, my hair, my rough finge
I must hold her together
Her seams burst
She cuts the threads herself
Twisted and broken inside she lash out
She cuts me one-thousand cuts with an unseeable edge
I am a man
Her words cannot hurt me
A precious little bundle
in a pink and purple blanket, she was cuddled
A sweet little girl
Your natural, fresh-water, gleaming pearl
What do you see when you look at her Most would say a soldier indeed
But behind every smile is a story
She writes her book day by day making
Love is a tremendously strong word,
Love is two souls joining together,
Love can change someones personality,
Love is giving flowers for no reason,
Love is telling that one special person how much you mean to them,
What is the feeling that makes my heart still?
Beating slow and soft to the harmony that we all feel.
Day by day, with sunset to sunrise, she is warm like the willow that kisses the breeze.
I have been beaten. Bewildered, betrayed,
Brought down by the lies with which these knights
Have wounded me with
Like the lie of being loved.
There's a delectable agony in what we call life. It's the delusional fantasy, and non-satisfying elegantissima that we crave. We're all in constant pursuit of the exclusive ecstasy that we relent others for having.
He said
if you leave me
I will hang my head
through the rope made of my tears
formed from your decision to
detach
yourself from my love
He said
to prove you love me
Wandering beyond adventure in intellectually spiritually incline being to have a positive outreach on each encounter a genuine joy in each moment in life living sometimes learn yet grace comes with peace of mind be a gem that gathers it's beauty f
Love is Patient, Love is Kind.
Yet You turn from my smallest transgressions, a nuclear waiting for any trigger
I Love You is your favored weapon, cutting me down little by little
Between us exist,
a mutual relationship,
is called "Love".
Love is no guarantee,
That respect is prior to us.
Love is trust,
Because I love you,
I believe on.
Love is support,
Between us exist,
a mutual relationship,
is called "Love".
Love is no guarantee,
That respect is prior to us.
Love is trust,
Because I love you,
I believe on.
Love is support,
I am just like you
I am just like you
Who likes to see the beautiful things of life and appreciate it
I am just like you
I am just like you
Who likes to be held captive of their own passed
Because I love you
I will let you go
Because I love you
I have to go down another
Path
What we have is toxic
What we need is space
We cannot relate
So I rather deflate the
Tension
Because I love you
I will s m o o t h out your hair whenever you get frustrated
Because I love you
I will watch movies I. Don’t. Like.
Because I love you
I will go on adventures with you
I see what you strive to be.
I see the You when no one is around.
--Real love does not demand,
it is not asked.
It comes with ease,
even in a world of people desperate to be loved.
Because I love you.. Of course we can be together.
Because I love you.. Sure, you can come over.
Because I love you.. No apparently means yes.
Because I love you.. it's okay if you grab me aggressively.
Because I love you, I will prove it through my caring actions.Every day I will tell you I love you and hope that this will make some impactions.Capability of expressing our feelings, while hearing
As I’m sitting here looking at the sky,
I think of the blue in your piercing eyes.
I smile and laugh as I think of you,
And slowly start to realize.
It’s not your overwhelming beauty,
Afraid of being alone, but you always feel alone. So are you always afraid? You create a bubble to bury yourself inside. You can't keep calm during class. You drag yourself down all day. Even while you're encircled, you feel emotional empty.
Because I Love You
Because I love You, my arms are always open
Because I love You, you can do no wrong
Because I love You, we can do no wrong
Because I love You, I’m always around
I was an angel, fallen and scared
I found you who sewed my wings again
I hesitate to look in your eyes, for I would never know when to stop.
Your eyes were my starts that guided me through the dark sky.
It's not the way that she stares at me
It's the way she speaks words towards me
It's not how she can make my cheeks feel like they are on fire
It's how she can do it with ease
He kisses me,
Venom escapes him,
And he becomes what he has always been,
A snake.
Hissing promises of forever in my ear,
“I will sss-tay.”
He met her the day that she met him
Always together, their future without each other was quite slim
This was the superb start of something new
So thought the girl, but this boy was not true
Peace, Love, Creativity,
The world is ours to conquer
We spread hate instead of positivity
Making the government stronger
Our rights have no voice to speak
Police brutality taking over the streets
I hope you forgive Me for all the headaches I cause. My mouth truly operates Independently, andWhile I stargaze searching For words to best describe it.
A tree stands tall in a green paradise
Proud and independent of all support
This oak is free of sin and evil vice
This perfect image time does not distort
I saw the hand of God tonight
Reach down and touch the ground
Wrapped in reverence i
was aware of everything knowing nothing
He speaks to us in light and no words are needed to answer
Because I love you, I never left your side
even when the world seemed to be coming down
Because I love you, I held you when times got tough
Because I love you, its the trust we have
the privilege of touchinganother person’s bodyconnecting skinto skin thisis the gift of aphroditesubtletya grace in touchingfingertip to palmhead to necklips to hand this poetry of silencebridge between solitudeand something bettermingling of
I love you.
I love the way I hurt all the time.
I love the way you make me feel like breaking down.
I love it when you say you love me, but don’t show me.
Love is a four-letter word
Accompanied by a hashtag before it
And an idyllic image of feet and hands and sun and sand shortly after
Love is a catchy little tune
Because I love you, it shouldn't matter right?
The abrasions and bruises that you place on my skin again and again
Their just apart of the superficial layer it doesn't matter as long as your love for me is still within
Sitting here the room is spinning,
My listening ears have started quitting.
My mind has gone all askew,
I'm another casualty to the weapon of love.
The trigger pulled by joined hands.
Claims of compassion suffocating my every breath,
Nearly as strong as the words of manipulation.
"You're my everything"
Seven billion people are living
But they exist merely as “nobodies.”
A few of them - in our direction - swing,
Strong lips to speak firmly and say no, yet soft enought to kiss
Strong arms to work the farm, but loving enough to hold me
Wise mind to tell the truth and never lie
Soft, gentle eyes that show his care
You didn't look back
As you sped away, my heart turned black
Heavy and hollow, it sensed the coming pain
My sun became rain
Love down the drain
You didn't look back
I love too much
Love is more then just a word
Love is very strong
Love must always be unfurled
Love makes me belong
Love always keeps me grounded
Love with whomever
Love is very redounded
The void
that would be created
if I were to disappear...
How big would it be?
Not very, I imagine
No bigger
than a fraction of a part of an 8th of a cell that is already dividing into something
If you found a piano alone in the dust of dark clouds
whose keys still could strike a chord despite their sorry state,
whose notes, though off, could craft a singsong tune,
Hollow. I feel hollow.
Or, or maybe I feel hurt.
No it's hollow, I feel nothing ever since that night
Ever since that night, one, two three four fifth night.
Because I Love You
I hear you
Not just the words you utter from your lips,
but the ones that remain unspoken
Every inflection, tone,
word that ends up broken
Has anyone ever wonder how roger rabbit managed to get Jessica?,
How goofy wooed Cowbella?
or What Daisy saw in Donald?
I never met a women who could teach the stars to burn bright.
I'm bad at remembering when to showerand you're a clean freak. I was grimy with sweat, filthy to the point a shower was unavoidable.
David F. Battey,
He was a lot of things in 85 years
He was a father, a grandfather, a husband, a friend.
He was a learner, a doer, a thinker.
We swung on the same swings
Slid on the same slides,
but at a time like this I just want to cry.
We throw up our hats,
And sing as Loud as we cand sing.
It's Graduation Day,
It’s when I’m drinking coffee,
I love coffee by the way,
And I’m laughing just cause,
You said something funny yesterday.
It’s when I wait to watch a show,
Achlorophyllaceous
Alabaster, Immaculate
Achromatic, Ashen, Silver
Pure white symbols innocence
Atramental, Charcoal, Jet
How can two walk together excepted they agree?
But like bony and clide forever we´ll be.
For better or worse till death do us part,
That is where the love will start.
as the faint thumping of a beating heart enters the room
she
begins
to cry
her
heart
is in no place to undergo stress
I love you but you don’t know
Yet
How I gaze at you through your bedroom windows
How I marvel at your beauty as you study in the library
You need someone who respects that you both need independence.
You need someone who is trusting and trustworthy.
If you take a look inside this heart of mine,
I do not doubt that what you will find
is another, out in front.
Sipping soup with your sick self,
Hugging hues of hesitation away.
Because I Love You
I won't hit you when I'm angry
Because I Love You
I won't push you around
Because I Love You
I won't physically harm you
Because I Love You
I stare deeply into your beautiful brown eyes
as they gleam in the bright moonlight
and I soak in every little detail.
The way your eyes grow soft
as we make eye contact
melts my heart completely.
Huele a cadaverHuele a cadaver y apesta cada vez mas fuerteHuele a recuerdos a sueños y esperanzacolgando de la orilla de un edificio tratando de salvarse despues de haber tratado de suicidarse,
Because I love you, I noticed that there was only enough medicine in the cabinet for one of us, and I left it for you
Because I love you, I gave you the bigger half of my favorite chocolate chip cookie
Soft and pastel colors touch the sky
while the early birds fly by.
A cool breeze gives you a chill
as you make your way up our favorite hill.
Step barefoot into the morning dew
The way you look at her tells you more than any amout of words ever.
The way you look at her when she is lost in her own world and you see her catch herself.
i think the ocean will love you so long as you come to her when her lover, the sun, has gone.
she will tease you to her shores like silk sheets,
she will sing to you like a siren calling your name so longingly and lovingly,
loud enough to startle the stars.
a fond farewell left in a love letter to god.
what a sweet gentle blonde you were to me.
Can you feel me?
Wrapped up in your thoughts.
Exploring the horizone of your emotions.
Caressing your soul.
Standing in painful awe of your beauty.
I dance around your feet, singing your praise.
I hold the power to create and destroy,
My presence brings peace and joy,
I do more harm than good in my absence,
I am capable of bringing down God's presence.
I am oneness, togetherness and strength,
The reaper came to the field that day,
For there were twenty million souls to pay.
Trapped liked rats in a cage,
We came out of the trenches with rage.
When she was a little girl
Without her cloak
Without her crimson-red shield
She was innocent, full of light, full of life
Locked in my tower
Laying in my bed at night
Laughing no longer
"Mother! Where art tho?"
"Mother? Do you hate me so?"
"Mother! I need you."
Placed in solitary
Bonjour. You look at my beauty, you look at my prevelent poisnous poise,
And none would expect that I would have such a secret.
But my outer shell does not reflect the inner noise
Toes curl below ragged skirts,
her eager eyes lit with meager heat,
a single match.
Visions of food, of shelter, of home
all she wants
diners devour meat
girl devours sight
Once upon a time, things used to be different,
imagination had a natural sparkle.
Not one projected on a shiny screen,
dragons,
unicorns,
indecisive
the feeling i get when you walk away
the feeling i get when you say my name
throughout my life i have tried to let go
Once Upon a time there was a young child
the child was very young
he really liked to run
he started running from the fear
little did he know he was being chased by a bear
Once upon a time,
There was a girl whose name was Cinderella.
Now most would think she was a maid,
But really she was a slave.
She was the most hideous girl in the land,
I am drowning. Slowly. The color, from my world, swirls down the cyclone of this sea, and me right along with it. It gets greyer with each passing month, then the pace quickens.
After the apple
she doesn’t eat much.
Not that she did before.
Being a princess
Means being beautiful.
Being beautiful
Sometimes my brain is not kind to me.
It starts with the sounds around me.
My teacher is talking.
My classmates are whispering.
I hear it all and it is so so loud.
Then, I stim.
Rubies glint on the sill in the light of the sun--
A light she'd once seen through miles of murk.
"Happily ever after" she heard herself say,
While her stranger of a husband prepared for his work.
Darkness spreaded the sky
As the evil crows began to fly
A dark shadow attacked the palace's light
As the palace's guards began to fight
But the shadow cursed the light into darkness
Ariel wanted more
she dreaded being a washed up old bore.
The clever mermaid dreamed of being human
for more than one romantic reason
the curious little creature craved knowledge
The clock strikes midnight and
The golden girl that I've fallen for
Turns away
"I must go," she says and
dashes down the steps
before I can say a word
"Wait!" I wish to say,
but am too late
Our eyes met, but our hearts could not bear it:
Ashamed to spill our secret desires
That would unleash sinful scorching fires,
Burning those that would’ve never permit
The crime of love which we dared to commit.
This earth is a floating prison captive confined closed in at every moment the blood from the cuffs clamped so tight onto our mind the sweat of our labor burns with frustration as it coats our eyes the grease from the machine drowning us slowly bu
Once upon a...
NO!
That's not how they always go.
"Slaughter and feast!"
This was the code I grew by,
"Be the beast!"
Why should I?
Try as I might, I felt beaten,
Pretty little girl
With a basket full of fruit.
Her mouth may smile,
But her eyes reveal the truth.
Says she's off to see her aunt,
But that's not her real plan-
She has a secret hidden
There! she sits gazing blankly into space,
A girl so lively and of a quick pace
Afraid to let anyone into her world
I'm so understated
Glass slipper?
I mean, so overrated
Cinderella this, Cinderella that
but you never hear about Drizella
What's up with that?
I watched and I waited
Tonight the dogs fought,
Sounding all at once
Like a thousand people screaming
And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off,
Their wings smacking the air
All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
Fairytale endings are meant for princes and princesses.
Who made the rule book to detemine my destiny.
Breaking the rules is not how win over your true love.
Changing who you are to impress a boy is preposterous.
One second I was next to my prince, but next thing I know,
he’s disappeared!?
Or is it I who disappeared – did I get transported?
Though it's as if I’ve grown giant,
I have orated to the lay
about the dangers of AIDS
& how every books page
brings you a step closer to getting paid
I have recited to the rich
about a large poverty ditch
I was born with puppet strings in my skin.
With hooks in my joints and a painted-on smile.
I was born to please and placate,
To be Mommy's Little Angel
(To look pristine).
I was born to vomit bubblegum pink
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
You are stagnantly settled in fog rising from the charring scales of black magic and you are
In a world without magic
and a world without wonder
the princess Aurora
Fell deep into slumber
She slipped away, unnoticed
Into the deepest of sleep.
But couldn't be woken
Four White Walls, one man standing with nothing to hold onto but bare hands
So dry the cold concrete can’t compare, carelessly cracking away like the desert
Sweet Tea.....You know? That Sweeeeet Tea so good you gotta stare at it after taking a sip? That "mm mmm good, freezing drop of heaven on a hot summer day" tea?
Smooth skin
replaced by
Broken bones;
Empty eyes
seen within
Melancholy mirrors.
Remorseful reflections
gazing back at
Spurning spirits;
Hindering hatred
Notes appear extraneous through anger and pain, government systems articulated sensations that quiver twisted predictions/ Major points are owned by peaceful spirits proposed in humble tones/ people rebell any signs of guidance or help provided, l
Goodnight Life
goodnight moon
and
goodnight stars
goodnight saturn
and
goodnight mars
goodnight clouds
and
goodnight rain
Do dreams really come true?
Do Fairy God Mothers' really believe in, "Bippidie Boopidie Boo"?
Do needs and desires have a common rhyme?
Then, why do I feel like I am running out of time?
Once upon a time,
there lived three dwarf brothers
who lived in a city surrounded by a great stone wall
they lived in safety, happy and carefree
until they met an elf who had a great fall
I was the final descendant, the last of my kind.
Our bones were built of bread, our enemies in tiny
Bits in our bellies, their taste bitter.
There were nine of us
At the bottom of the tree
We were separated by four visible roots
Three on the first
Two on the second
The Walmart nametag pinned to an ill-fitting vest read “Phoenix,”
but he had no wings,
just long skinny limbs that were good for reaching
merchandise on high shelves.
I wake.
I cry.
4 A's, but a blemish.
The single smudge on my reigning crown.
The shade on my everbright domain.
The hungry caterpillar to my blooming garden.
The ominous C.
As I jog along the lush earth, the flaming ball sets on the horizon, and the morning dew rises as the ice begins to defrost. The Eden garden awakens as the sphere of light rises beyond the early morning sky.
There lied sweet, little Red Riding Hood
Who felt the impulse to see her grandmama
She wasdressed in a red cape and held a basket with delicious food
Red symbolized her adventure in the mysterious forest
She could have asked for anything: Diamonds,Dresses,Dainty Delicacies. But she knew None of those things mattered.She had all she needed:A father's love,A mother's memory,Her beloved books. But there was one thing she wanted,Something so fleeting,
Join and fight, join to die.
Join to paint, a blood-red sky.
The artists are the infantry,
The archers black a sky to see,
The flames, the art, Troy to dust
While Hektors sword gives way to lust,
The world is crap. The endless sounds of voices echoing in our heads telling us we’re not good enough, we’re not pretty enough, all the voices accumulating space in our brain so the only thing we think is this.
IMPROPERLY GIVEN!
{A SAD STORY}
Precious was a lady who was used to being given
she demanded clothes,
she was given,
she demanded money,
she was given,
she demanded love,
she was given,
when we were young life was easy we never did care who did what n who was who, fast forward.
A song of war and victory
Is a melodic mystery.
Good and evil symmetry
Instrumental and sentimental melancholy entity
Could it be lack of knowledge?
Or failing to acknowledge another product...
In school I used to say
---”I pledge allegiance,”
to America,
a country I now,
struggle to remember my allegiance to.
The day that a politician berates the hypocrisy that plagues their flawed program is the day that politics becomes extinct.
In place of fanged teeth and outstretched claws,
There is a spray tan in the oval office.
I don’t want to hear from the Tangerine Man about his wall.
The word ‘them’ has a greater capacity to separate people than any wall.
NUMBERS
Dedicated to the people around the world who I really want to help.
…but I can’t quite just yet.
L is for little, the little things that make each and every person unique
O is for optimism, the optimism in every relationship
The President of the United States is a symbol of sexism.
The man shamelessly slips his hands up women’s skirts,
While pleading we abandon our protests because his ego hurts.
But I refuse to rest my resentful recitations
America studies 10,000 years versus 2.6 million of human existance,
Ignores many the many great civilizations of Africa,
The development of the African Diaspora,
And look over its significance and continued importance.
They say this is the land of the free, but how can that be
when the police are shooting black people like me.
Headlines.
Trump- worst president in history
Trump ruined America
How Trump is spending his money
The truth about Trump.
Okay, so we hate Trump.
How many of us can really say why?
I tried to list out all the problems in society.
But there are so many in this country.
Racists and Rapists run rampant,
Some even run for office
And they get elected.
Is
This
Not
The
Very
Nation
Built on religion
That goes to elaborate
A clear
Segregation
Between
Church
And
State
And the same country that
Red white and blue, oh my how I miss the real you.
These lands wail with the voices of our ancestors
Yet the hands of our government are controlled by investors
Now the streets are home to hordes of protestors.
America’s AmmunitionThe Devil's in the White City
Drenched our Angels in red
Never help us when we Bleed
More Power telling how we Bled
Predators around on the prowl trying to find easy prey. Their bow is cocked and ready and they let the arrow fly. You die just a little for you watched with shame as they hit their target.
Noble white hands go againstThe wind. Playing with the tanned sand,Slips from her ivory hands. Tiny palmchatsMingle, mimicking the sand and hand,As they fly far to another land. Now, I
Police brutality
Y’all need to wake up it’s a reality
Kids can get shot
Without a second of thought
Parents living absent from their child
"America the Beautiful"
We sing with pride
Yet we are blind
To our own dark side
People are starving for hope
Starving for a scrap of food
While the rich step on their backs
I used to
Spend every eyelash, every dandelion wish
Hoping for someone to make me feel happy
I used to
Think about you and radiate joy
I used to
At 6 I never had a friend
So when someone came up to me and said
“Bare your soul and I'll give you the lint from my pocket,”
I told her, “You can pay me by being a friend.”
Black is blue.Blue black.Black blue.A hue,No one can see but me and you.I Don't know why it's blue, Just is Blue.
Warm wind whistles low. Humidity increases quite slow. Rain begin to fall in the heat of day. All the children hide away. A mother reaches out her hand. Promises to protect the land. Promises to care for the children who live in said place. Promi
How can we be freeWhen homeless lay shivering in the streetsHow can we be freeWhen we are disgraced for whom we loveHow can we be freeWhen children with guns run rampantHow can we be free
She is so naughty,
If she smiles it seems pretty
When she walks on the meadow street,
The surrounding nature wants to do her tweet.
Oh you poor little humans,
You Selfish Ignorant Humans
you think that your cause is right,
but your fight is not a just cause.
You fight for injust reasons
hoping for change
You are the reason why my life is better.
You are the only one who can make me smile, just telling me a ok which I don't like but you make me liked. Love you
The land of the free
it isn't all it's cracked up to be
Indeed it's worse away from here
But still, as free as we claim to be
as free as freedom should be
It Isn't.
he walks the dusty dirt road,
skipping stones in the stream,
singing songs to the sky,
painting a picture of perfection
for the untrained eye.
but as the stream curves closer to the dusty dirt road
It must be easy to be white in America.
Let me be more clear.
It must be easy to be a wealthy, white, straight man in America.
Tell me, what do they have to fear?
This Nation
America
Claims to be Learned
But We Cannot Find a Way
To Give Our Children the Education They Deserve
From Elementary School we can see the funds are Preserved
Somewhere Else
It is said that mankind is machinery
That people are but pieces and parts
Cogs and coils in some colossal cosmic clockwork
Our directions and diction dictated by dials
So, here we are, here’s to the death
Of youth. Let us embrace this space
In time, let us exhale this last breath
Of childhood awe and leave this place
Which we lived in our own wild wonder.
LOOKING FOR REAL IN WORLD OF UNREAL.
IT IS NOT ME BUT THE MAN IN ME.
IT IS NOT ME BUT YOU IN ME.
IAM NOT GOOD NOR SO BAD.
WHEN EVER I LOOK MY SELF I DID'NT FIND MY SELF ITS LIKE ITS ALL YOU.
We started off united, as one whole
We fought for us, not against each other
Now this country's heart has a gaping hole
We don't accept people like a brother.
A country, founded on faith and freedom
Fought through wars amongst itself and externaly,
Still stands as strong as the once might Hercules.
Although we are perhaps one of the youngest nations,
Dear Ms.Queen
So you say how you're some sort of Queen and from the looks of it you have a lot of people under your spell well glad to see that you're living like Beyoncé, just a few notches less.
My life is full of snakes.
I feel like i am drowning in a lake.
A lake of burning fire.
I cant breath because the toxic fumes.
fill my lungs and fill me with gloom.
I cannot breath, I can't even try.
Work 9-5 every day
But these Bills I cannot pay
I try to go to school
But my passion I have to overlook
Cause it costs $500 just for the fricken textbook
Our jobs are being moved
All under trade deals
These days children are crying
Old people are dying
The privileged are whining
"Why can't everyone have MediCare!"
"That's so not fair!"
Here I was born, in the land of the free,
where my parents choose to serve.
Yet, from how others have been treated, that I see,
Is it really the name it deserves?
Best life with new world
Test all parts of the work
And contribute our life
Is that NEW vision
What is a stress
For one we miss force
And that beat Lagos
Lead to miss strong
Let me express a stress
By explanation of strength
In which I have experience
Ad dig a stress a hole
America. Home of the brave and land of the free.
It's not a terrible place to be
We have great traditions
For my daughter:
I wish only the greatest of aspirations so that when somebody says “No!”
She will say “Yes!”
Now- I reach the summit
and sigh,
watching as the heaving breath becomes fog-
then melts away.
And I smile, clutching aching sides.
It's hurts more than I care to admit
this year of days passed by.
I haven't taken statistics but here's a probability
A young boy learning about all his impossibilities
His ability slated down to mediocre normality
Summer slips by,
But not those mistakes.
Fall befalls,
Up, Up are the stakes.
Winter's nighttime tarries,
Implored to find haste.
For she invokes the thought,
"Egad! Wherefore thou waste!"
Not long ago, did the cosmos seam to shake
And disclose to me my own perspective.
I looked into a mirror
And saw my face,
My eyes, my hair, my skin.
Then, in nothing short of a miracle,
The smell
The scene
Sphynx
Grounded without sense
As I was
As I am
Past with sadness
Present with seduction
dark.
her eyes dart from side to side.
nothing.
slowly, she lowers herself
onto her knees;
The glare of blue and green sparkle in sun
letting all children play in sea and sand.
Swimming, digging, basking, all make it fun
for which it is called a vacationland.
"You're gifted; if only you'd apply yourself,"
he's told for eleven years.
"They don't know me like I know myself."
The boy loves but envies his peers.
"No awards to be shown on my shelf,"
I am depressed. I am depressed
I am D E P R E S S E D.
I wear it like a badge upon my chest that
defines me!
I am depressed. I am depressed
I am D E P R E S S E D.
I wear it like a badge upon my chest that
defines me!
you’ve shouted at meyou’ve put me down when i needed you to be there for mei called you my group of friendsnow, you can’t stand the fact that i don’t like what you like
Black In America.
i felt it for the first time.
how Ironic.
I was always Black In America.
Everyone whispers behind me,Their breath tentative on my neck.They point at me and say,Remember who she used to be?A year ago I was running, leaping, bounding, endlessly traveling forward.
Money, money, money,
I used to think it was funny.
People say it makes many smile.
Yet, the need for money is unpleasant, haunting, and vile.
As a kid, I was made to believe money grew on trees.
The sun shines and the birds chirp
It’s a perfect day for everyone but us
Little do we know that change awaits
Change that will forever alter our lives
We said good luck and wished you well
At the start of the year,
all I saw was distress and doubt.
I saw only the negative parts of my life,
and I constantly doubted myself and others.
I was in negative relationships
Dear friend Dear father Dear lord Dear creator Dear god That's what you are Right?My questions overwhelm meAnd even now I doubt When will I learn to trust you,Live free, and Give my all to youGod I'm tiredTired of knowing of you But not knowing yo
As the clock strikes midnight
And one-six is one-seven
Is anything to be reflected upon,
Has anything happened?
I have happened.
from a wilted whisper
to a unyielding yell
you've forced my hand
i won't back down anymore.
17 years.
I had been asleep for 17 years.
Lost in a world of dreams, hopes, and aspirations, I forgot that i was a teenage girl, almost out of high school, with no "teenage girl in high school" experiences.
Everyone meets someone
with a timidly shy, "Hello".
You walk up to them, stop for a second
and let your heart play Cello.
Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Everyone meets someone
with a timidly shy, "Hello".
You walk up to them, stop for a second
and let your heart play Cello.
Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Everyone meets someone
with a timidly shy, "Hello".
You walk up to them, stop for a second
and let your heart play Cello.
Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Mistakes due to lack of wisdom
Mistakes due to a certain environment
Mistakes because kids are kids
Those who cannot make up for their mistakes
Kids with ruined lives because of their mistakes
I thrive in all corners of the world.
You know me from the mall, from the office,
from the smooth rhythm of the sleeping baby’s breath.
One March after a cool, winter flurry
The silent, beautiful world rested
A youthful boy, full of hope but worry
Felt as if he was being tested
Winter.
My skin is cold
For a brief moment.
I find a false warmth
And spring becomes him.
I find myself deeper,
Embedded,
In a warm blanket
Of lies.
Of a false face.
The boy who was made of bones
The boy who never stopped sweltering
The boy who had no clothes
The boy who only scavenged
The boy who only knew sorrow
The boy who lost a family...
It always starts cold.
Living life bold.
Wrestling got old.
Final grades out.
Im smart with no doubt.
But never had water in the spout.
Summer rolled around.
Football training by the pound.
When you went away,
I dreamt of the sun drenched mornings we spent together,
and I thought of the smell of the sea in your wet hair and the glint of sand on your skin as I watched you drive us home,
Girls like me look like they have a simple life.
Girls like me read at 10pm.
Girls like me go to sleep at 4am.
Girls like me cry to sleep.
Thankful for the laughter
Thankful for those I'm around
Thankful for before and after
Thankful for where I'm bound
Proud to take part
Proud to be who I've become
Proud to have a heart
Three, two, one...
I dive straight in, and I hear
the commotion and clouds of confetti,
I come up in a new year.
Seat belt, please -
Anxiety, nervousness,
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
Why dost thy beauty grace this barren earth?
Sagacious saint, silently solemn, blue
Cursing the breezes and lacking due mirth
On the cusp of my big break
with Patience and Faith
going to strive for excellence and just can't wait
knew long ago that the worlds very big
that no one could conquer
nor make it alone
As I walked down this busted up bowling alley,A guy,Looks to be in his mid-40's decided to approach me.He tapped my shoulder,Looked over to be welcomed with a decent comb over.
I am from the Garden State.
From the city full of violence, gangs, and drugs;
Criminals competing to become frauds and thugs.
The competition created by the innovation of the city.
I am from the Garden State.
From the city full of violence, gangs, and drugs;
Criminals competing to become frauds and thugs.
The competition created by the innovation of the city.
Candles sit on the ledge, each prosperous flame unique,
Talk, whisper, scream, and dance they do with unrelenting passion.
Abstract black and gray eyes are etched eternally
On the silver band, and purpose surrounds the iridescent stone atop its metal throne,
I glance down at it to behold a feeling of candy sweet comfort piercing my strained heart.
new year, new me, that's what they say
but why would you change you, why would you have it another way
dont change yourself for others, stay true to yourself
Twenty-Sixteen.
Year of chance, year of love, year of heartbreak.
Love was lost as partners left,
Loneliness engulfed kids as divorce struck them
Leaving them longing-
Who am I?
Quite a question
Inside, does there lie truth?
I am I really a nice and sweet “little girl”
But what else lies within you?
What makes you happy when you are at the lowest of the low?
My year was busy.
My year taught me many things, one of which was to find the happy from the sad.
It's funny how life can be.
One second your on a bus then thrown in front of a train.
Suddenly your routine of four years disappears and a new one develops,
Pent up emotions
breaking their seal
dripping from the sky
lit magenta, peach, purple.
Diverse like me
Does your mother strain her brain for words
and correct English pronunciation patterns the same way
you strain your eye muscles
at the minuscule black letters hovering from the
It had to be a fucking honda
The #1 car in townThose backseatsThose marks on meThat's where it all went down
As the night falls softly on the frosted eve,
All alone a star shines, wanting to relieve
Any doubts or sorrows leaning on the mind
After cold dispensing, cruel and unkind.
February 23rd was almost 17 years deceased
But 2016 in America produced a false reflection of me
And Frantically
I found myself
Inside the glass of a man made mirror image
Throw my skin casket
What rhymes with cancer?
My mother.
But it’s not the introduction to death
That made me who I am,
It’s the thought of when I will take my own last breath.
I believe that many say, time changes
It molds, grows, shapes, scrapes,
You
I, with tired limbs, heavy eyes, a crazy sleep schedule
Who are you?What makes us?When you take awayAll the lies, our walls, the fearsWhen there's nothing leftBut our soul?Just the esscenceOf us?Who are we?Just a numberA speck of dust
You are crazy;
I am mad,
And we are glad
To be not alright.
So we are put here for the mental,
To be shocked into correction,
And be brought into affection,
But we didn't say we didn't feel.
This year has been incredibly difficult to me
This year I have had tumultuous struggles that arrive in three's...
I have conquered my fears and reached for the stars,
This year has been an abundance of scars.
Went into the year with a head full of steam,
caught up in myself like a normal teen.
Valedictorian sister,
left for college and I missed her.
Grades began to tank,
so my self esteem sank.
Like a lake of fire, I burn all my Kush and money.
Good kid, got soul, Satan wanna take it from me.
Can't pull the trigger to cop gold God thinks it's bummy.
So a poor ass Joe pours out his soul cause he's so hungry.
I’m born from a line of women that
are warriors—silent in strength,
brave by heart. I stretch myself
sometimes too far to help
others, but I love
helping those I
love, and those
I don’t
The summer of 2016
A summer fulled with the purest form of joy I have ever experienced
A summer spent with the people I love
A summer with adventures around every courner
A summer abundent with new experiences
Hands are always in the air out of fear and not for cheerThere's so much thats been happening this yearParents sheltering children from the newsThey're in denial but we all know the truthThe story about the little boys that can't even tie his shoe
The room was too wide and emptyFor a little girl with soul yearned for love;And there came her only friend,Who, all day long, by its brainless mindOpens the enormous eyes, staring up the ceiling.“I gave you this doll,To be your best friend, and to
The boy's head turns
Away from the light
In the sand he sits,
Dark eyes in a loving night.
Steady tugs and pulls--
The waves enkindle his heartstrings--
Like a bow on an instrument;
As the saying goes, You Don’t Know Jack
But let me tell you something. You Don’t Know Andrew
I’m the kid who used to cry himself to sleep because he was bullied
In Life and Death
Where do we stand?
The boundaries that are at best shadowy and vague
Who says where one ends?
Where the other begins?
My aunt is to me the greatest person in this world,one of a kind and one in a million.
She has the biggest heart with the most caring touch,which she shares with so many of us.
In the palms of some mad love
Catharsis and a coma, symptoms of my soma
From what foul slum did this sickness spread?
Not everyone's a part of the lucky some
Eyes wide open, conscious, willing and brash
A child's terrified eyes sees the world for the violent drunk it is
One is not born immune to the immersive experience
Of domination, damnation,
Filthy bodies and even filthier minds.
When I opened the door to
my mind every morning
I would groan, saying
It's time to open the lids to
my eyes, hoping everything
would go well at school.
My mind all in a flurry,
Hearing voices in my head
Saying words meant not to be said.
The occasional restless sleep,
No sense in counting sheep.
Face flushed and red,
Wishing I were dead.
A sadness so deep,
as i walked in the door
my heart skipped a beat
its somthing i cant ignore
but although it must be treat
Im not yet ready to come out and tell
nore am i ready to show as well
souls of the pasts
were the jews
that didnt surive
the terrible war
they were burried
souls of the pasts
are the jews that
are hard to remember
for the sacrofice their lives
Living day by day
Through these aches and pains
Go home just to relax
Taking meds by the packs
No, I'm just playin’
Listen to what I'm sayin’
It is comforting to be
One roll in bed away
From my societal savior
My armoire holds my armor,
And with my combat boots,
I am always battle ready
Whether it’s heels unsteady
Soul over mind, if mind is over life, well that's the end of mine
Why receive hate when I'm trying to be kind, don't watch my step
unless I'm stepping on a mine
What, I wonder, makes my alarm clock worth bearing?
I tell you, a hope that I may enhance some lives.
What, I wonder, might mute my morning moan-like sigh?
A small thing inspires my mood... a smile I'm wearing.
I wake because I’m drowning;
Life’s currents submerging me-
I’m verging on tears and utter exhaustion
And falling asleep by nothing but fault.
Stress.
It’s everywhere, a vulture waiting until I drop.
Waiting, waiting until the last brick is on my shoulders
and I crumble into nothingness.
I woke up a little bit afraid about crossing the darkness of that park,
But when the fine arts building with lights appeared behind the trees,
I could breathe easier.
We all have different reasons to be,
When we meet, theres no telling what can come of it.
Visiting the town, we check whats new at the market.
Falling into papers and dice is merely the start.
A few bad turns and we all take it to heart.
If I want to succeed as bad as I want to breathe, then I will be successful. In order for me to succeed I must get up for school to read. Knowledge is power. Me without knowledge there's a high chance life will devour.
i watch the hurried world go by
a somber and sweet sight
people pass with eyes glaring down
as the sky kisses the earth
my heart sinks to the bottom of
a dark and empty world
I’d rather spend 7 bright-eyed mornings Chasing empty skies than risk Waking up hollow 7 years from now To realize the world was shifting Without my notice, Under my starry-eyed gaze, Blurred from looking into the sun, At the loud and brilliant, D
Shrills of laughter embedded in the atmosphere,
swirling clouds of music raining symphonies among us.
River brooks streaming poetic words tickling our toes,
Elizabeth, meaning the “Oath of God,” or “God’s satisfaction.”
A girl who is supposed to be beautiful and feminine.
Feeling the breeze through my hair,
The clouds guarding me from the sun,
And the droplets dampening my skin;
The rains bring bliss to my world.
I stand still but my heart races:
I wake up looking at reflections of yesterdays stress dried on the corners of my mouth and my undying ambition trapped in the tangled stranded nest on top of my cranial
Center
find my balance in an icy warm shower.
Mornings can be the bane of your existence
Mornings can be a pain in the butt
Mornings set you up for the day
Mornings aren't always fun, "hurray"
Mornings can make you strife
When I wake up for my long dreams.
I wake up to make them true.
The first thing I do is give thanks to God because I
Could open my eyes again to see my family.
When I feel despair rise in the back of my lungs
And the grip of it strangling me from within
Then I feel the call of my siren
Beckoning me for a midnight meet
Wonder Woman as she beMonths of pain and suffering Everyday on those achy feet Just to smile when she hears my heartbeat Her anatomy exceeding its limits Doing tricks That no man could experience That was all before I came into existence But in an
Locker 1453.
I left a part of myself behind your door on the last day of seventh grade;
you wheezed
and sputtered when I opened you,
but I didn't mind; for you had become a strange sort of companion
There’s nothing quite like the smellOf the gym’s weight room at 12:10 on a Tuesday night,Sweat rolling off in torrential waves as worrieswander away into the air vents.
I go to a school
Kids everywhere
I go to a school
Love nowhere
I go to a school
Some friends somwehere
I go to a school
Hatred everywhere
I awake to my alarm clock screaming through the darkness.
The sound pounds unforgivingly on my eardrums, and I feel tired.
Each day am I faced with reasons to stay asleep:
Pressures, and challenges, promises to keep.
Crippling anxiety keeps me up all night,
And lack of self-worth further worsens my plight.
The sweat beads down my forehead
fists clenched
"You're a loser!"
"You're a man without a backbone"
My instincts have me ready to attack
But I catch something in my periphery
Seeing the smile on young child’s face
Learning to read or
To tie her shoes
Sitting around the table with my family
Laughing at my dad’s dumb jokes or
Playing a made-up word game
Little Friends
My alarm screeches out a warning of the coming five o’clock morning
My head is cloudy and my thoughts are foggy
Rifling through the
Pages
The sweet smell of
Paper
And ink, as it makes aware its
Presence.
Oh sweet words that capture me and make a
Participant
In your stories. I cannot begin to
The sound of rain filled her insides
while she sat and gawked at the sky
a light gray that described her mind
a place that has been able to unwind monetarily
mesmerized by the effortless elegance of the rain
When I feel down these are things I do. The many ways I cope is how I show my hue.
They say there are seven wonders
Created by the earth,
But no one ever mentions
The burger's birth.
With every fresh bite devoured
A baby laughs for the first time.
Oh Holy Ghost this ehco toasts to love that's long been gone.
I started praying because of you.
Like the Holy Ghost you were
always there, always wanted
never there, never wanted
My first love.
An endless summertime bliss at a tall, tan, inviting home on the beach,
The waves of summer roll in and slowly leave an impression in the white sand,
A girl, seventeen and beautiful, filled with freckles
RISE-Ian “wordsmith” Munywe two sides of a divide collide inside,audibly voicing their thoughts. optimism reverberates severely,realism ricochets as quite a formidable term. resounding trials too eminent,life manifested in a perplexity of events.
You take one look at me and what do you see? A girl who not yet a woman? Someone who has life made? Well, look again. I have lived in two different homeless shelter. Truth be told I graduated high school while I was living in one.
You came into my life unexpectdly,
and everything took a turn for the better.
Your warm eyes, your laugh,
the sincere way you speak,
and the kindness you showed me,
all became a part of my life.
Circles and stems.
Circles and stems flowing across a page.
The grand staff housing each note in its own space.
Everything belongs.
Major or minor?
You choose,
What makes me happy?
A stroll under the moonlight,
Warm tea with a good book,
sleeping in and working late,
are some of the things that light up my day.
A sky full of rain,
a smile on someones face,
A big blank space all our own
Listening to our loved ones talk on the phone
Watching a young boy throw his dog a bone
The world we live in seems so vast
But we may see when all time has passed
Sun sets slow on the soft shiny snow.
Lofty, lazy, long loncoln-log-lodge lays lackluster.
Picture perfect people proudly playing Principato.
Super stoked ski-bums sip sultry cider.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP
That's my alarm for me to get up and start the day.
I wake up at 5:30 am
And for what?
Because I know I have to be grateful to wake up at all.
I Am
Suffering in Silence
I have a fear of sounds
Everyday, casual sounds
Chewing, swallowing, crunching, popping
You were my life and, my light.
Then came that cold, dark night
Now the only time i see your face is in the pictures of this old place
Without you, i dont know what to do
Why did this happen to you?
Sweat,
wet sheets stuck to sallow skin.
White light,
slices through the blinds. My room in slivers.
Morning,
coffee rich breath and that stale brain.
Mirror,
My Written Voice
My voice is weak, whispery, withering
I have to repeat myself twice, three times.
Words are trapped behind my lips
Waiting on my tongue
The words I wish to speak
Tight dark curls,Overly tousled.Wild eyes,Bordering insanity.Exaggerated gesturesSuggestive smirks.Sweet, sultry, sensual,Presumptuous and playful.Bold lips,Painstakingly painted.
Singing with The Smashing Pumpkins
at sunset.
Slumberous teenagers sinning
on swing sets.
Soul mates trapped in
sundripped snapshots.
Sipping a strawberry shake-
two straws.
Sly, surreptitious scholarships
Challenging conundrums
Mysterious to my mind
Frustrating forms of financial aid
Why must money for education
be such a dull, dizzying, difficult obligation?
The listless, lugubrious lexiconMust be revised past its former glory.Words forgotten, relentlessly rememberedRote recited.Left unattended, now must be attentively monitored. Words will deliver an essay.
I love listening to lively alliteration.
Boring and bland becomes beautiful.
Alliteration is the sugar that sweetens my sour sentences.
The sumptuous spice that is sprinkled upon my dull and depressing writing.
Born a Prince, I was guided and groomed by the Alimighty (to be a King).
Mentored, thrown into the thorns until through and through I was thickened- and taught to triumph.
No doubt, I was tailor made for the throne.
Spectator of the darker side
When the world wallows in slumber
Proclaimer of heavy shadows
Fractured and fallen feelings encumber
I would invite sleep if I could
Long day
So much going on
Im tired
What can help me out?
I need some tunes
Now, I feel really good
Sound sounds so smooth
I find it quite difficult
Impossible even
To mask how I'm feeling.
It leaks out from my expression
Flowing out from the cracks in my facade.
No matter how I try,
I can't help but make it clear
To Wind Me Down
Is to judge me like a book
Flip through my pages
And leave a recommendation
Pages filled with anger
Angry enough to turn yellow
Yellowing with time
Time that isn't mine
Different kinds of tired
All day at the beach sleepy
My wet hands on your warm skin
Salty hair knotting under sugary scented shampoo
Bed sheet tides pulling and pushing against our stomachs
Outpourings of my soul
Pathways to my mind
Overflows of my heart
Portraits of the “real me” inside
Desire and dream dancing oh so freely
Fear and pain relenting as they lose secrecy
I shook her hand,
feigning firmness, but
she must have seen I was
shaky and unsure.
That wasn’t the first time
There was wire chained inside me,
Spools of lead wrapped tightly,
The weight of words drowned me.
A reticent tongue deprived my growth,
A scarred soul shut my bones.
Written Expression
Stuck.
Brick barriers of muddy membrane.
Imprisoned.
Caged by my thoughts and identity.
Black, young, and Christian.
My eyes are mirrors
reflecting the kind-hearted, innocent girl visible to others.
Revealing an optimistic and cool-headed child.
My skin color embraces my Hispanic heritage.
When I was a little girl,
I would pray.
With my eyes wide open and my head tilted back in wonder,
Struggling to soak up every ounce of happiness and sunshine I could
“Poet, breathe now.”
Adam Gottlieb’s words soon stuck in my head.
“Louder Than a Bomb” sketched in my notebook.
Poetry.
Enthusiasm from those slammers on stage.
Night beckons,
Night heals,
It brings forth all the demons of the mind,
and sets them before you.
Survive until dawn,
And all your fears will be dispelled
The soul shall be cleansed,
She was quiet.
While her classmates shot their hands to the skies,
She dropped her eyes to the floor,
Attention was not her thing.
Feet dangle inches above
Tantalizingly taunting
They strive to graze the bicycle’s pedals,
Just as my hands strive to emerge
From the lemon yellow dress
You handed down to me.
Emerson, Tennyson, Chaucer, Shakespeare
Wadsworth, Whitman, a William several times I fear.
Poetry entered my life through reading.
From Longfellow’s nature to Hughes’ flow
Who am I?
a question we as a lost people try to derive from
but the answer never truly comes.
how do we explain our pain,
This poem is on poetry.
People, places, purposes,
through these my writing flourishes
and becomes a piece of me.
This poem is on poetry.
I cannot help but notice
everybody losing focus
This poem is on poetry.
People, places, purposes,
through these my writing flourishes
and becomes a piece of me.
This poem is on poetry.
I cannot help but notice
everybody losing focus
Many are suprised that I derive from the logic that you should have a say in what happens to you.
May seem tedious but if you don't say anything the vampirism spreads and the corspses rise
poetry makes it easier
the attempt of articulation of the abstract;
feelings too unfocused to figure;
emotions endlessly endeavoring for expression
Natures first green is gold
I had always read a lot, but never much poetry
Her hardest hue to hold
There is a sound that everybody knows
There’s a wave in the wind, someone who is heavy, brawny, grows
There's a story lurking, largely lengthy, hardly told
Yea, Alabama!
It’s a Saturday in the South.
You can hear the sausages sizzle as they set on the grill.
You can hear the fizz of the carbonation as someone cracks open another cold one.
Tossing and turning and it’s 2:17 AM I
can’t sleep with sheets twisted around my limbs
stretching and grasping in the dark at the dark and it’s too hot
this pillow under my head I
turn it over 27 times
If you ask me of love
I will tell you that it is enigmatic
That you will feel it in the trenches of your soul
And in the most lofty places of your mind
Sometimes you're just a paper- crumpled, torn, and stained
Sometimes you're just a prisoner- locked in with the pain
Sometimes you're just a grain of sand- drowning in the tide
oh love love is life love is every think we say love is forever but why does it kills we say love builds but does it distory we say love is warm but why do we shiever oh love i need an answer from you
In all of the madness that I see, and all of the nonsense that surrounds me,
I look hard to find meaning in the ever increasing insanity.
Is there a place for me?
What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
The human body a shell
Social standards make rules
Inner turmoil, a living hell
Razor tongues used as tools
Changing is the mind
Ideas trapped inside
Expression kept confined
Abroad I battle challenges with hope
Despite the nightly toil and days alone,
The songs of poetry to soothe my soul
The world of words to make me whole once more.
Left I the motherland four years ago
I am a young woman who constantly seeks for answers
I am a young woman who is ambitious and determined about her work
I am a young woman who is conscious about the way she looks because
You say you know me? Tell me who I am.
What do I like? Do I prefer a bottle or a can?
You say you’re not sure? But you said you knew me very well!
The beauty of the world has been masked with a false sense of acceptanceYou are designed In his favor and you aren't even smart enough to accept itWe simply continue to reflect on the irrelevant and neglect what's most import
There are times when words can’t express emotions.
Times where the human vocabulary is incapable of deciphering the intensity of what goes on in the mind.
In the darkest of days,In the loneliest of nights,When the Sailor is lost at sea,The Northern Star is his guide, his hope. In the cataclysmic oceans, the Sailor is thrown against a typhoonAnd as the Cepheus crashes against the vigorous vitality of
They Come.Flapping their feathered wings.Mocking me in their bizarre language of squawks and gibberishCircling like vultures above unsuspecting vesselsSearching for scraps. If one brings out food on a boat, They Come. They Come in their vast numbe
I want to feel you under my skin.
I want you to push your palms into my cartilage,
Make my ligaments ache for weeks,
Months,
Years.
Centuries from now,
What can I say?
In my head it plays,
Roughly,
Loudly,
Pounding,
BANG!
The words, they burst out,
They roar, they shout.
Like crashing pans--
A constant clatter and clang,
The palms sway and wave at us from up above.
Lifeless feet shuffle across the horse trodden bricks of Sevilla Street,
We dye our hair crazy colors.
They call us “ghetto”.
They dye their hair crazy colors.
They call them “hipsters”.
We twerk.
They call us “ratchet”.
They twerk.
My eyes were bright; they glimmered with hope
The type of hope no one could contain.
My cheeks were rosy and soft
You could see the innocence that still lingered
In my inexperienced eyes.
I used to stay up late into the deep dark night
I would watch, think, read, or give myself a fright
The darkness under my baggy green eyes gave way
The set structures of our society
Pressuring people towards propriety
Our nation's built on the variety
Yet I was hated because I was different
Now can't you see the irony
Sitting in my own thoughts, pen in one handy
My magical pen outlined with a fuzzy pink material
Just as fuzzy as cotton candy swirling round in a machine
I'm not much of a creative writer.
I'm not a genius, and I'm not a fighter.
Just an average student on break going day by day,
Missing the plentiful dining hall buffet.
I sleep all day like a newborn baby,
I think it's officially my lifeI hear original narratives and think of all the people going through strifeIt's plaguing their lives and here I am writing about my #FirstWorldProblems
There were lives lost while people crouched in bathroom stalls,
Knowing
What could come next.
They could only text their mothers
While a gunman tested the nation.
We've seen it before.
The rain clashes against these smirking pub lights,
welcoming strangers walking on wet roads.
Stocky men mark the room's corners
reaching up women's exposed upper thighs,
Partners in this rain dance.
When I was four
I heard big rumbles
I heard the Earth cracking
And trees snapping
I saw streaks of white
Flash across the sky.
On this day my mother told me about thunderstorms.
Gnarled fingers folded in silent stillness
Never again to interlock with another’s hand
Enchanting eyes closed in blatant finality
Never again to twinkle with adventure
Curiosity is a curious thing, thus
causing curious thinking, and thereby
creating curious minds.
Imagination is an empowering thing, thus
illunimating imaginitive thinking, and thereby
Only so many times a heart can tear
So why did it?
None of you were there
Hard to think that
You'd believe all their lies
It left me tongue tied
So I cried
Poetry.
Rhythm woven from strings of metaphor
displaying everyday occurences
as vibrantly as a marquee.
Words painting pastels with splashes of
deep heavy reds and
bright sunshiny yellows.
Poetry.
Rhythm woven from strings of metaphor
displaying everyday occurences
as vibrantly as a marquee.
Words painting pastels with splashes of
deep heavy reds and
bright sunshiny yellows.
The page, the page - It's mocking me.
A 1,000 and one ideas yet nothing to say.
Blankly it stares waiting for me to bleed
Black ink memories and moments
Of times of turmoil and trepidation,
When you go through things
You see alot of things
Experience things
But you somehow live through the things
You experience sorrow
But you live to see tomorrow
And in this time it shows you
I’m picking puzzle pieces to preach the perfect purpose of why I’m trying to whittle and woo
These wondrous words Into an artwork,
Up again,
Awake and aching for a change,
A shift in the vicious circle,
Where life takes all prisoner,
And leaves nothing but stones
In the ground.
Don't make a sound
In a blink of an eye knowledge appeared through learning and experience
In the clouds of my thoughts created an abundance of creativity and imagination
In the realization that words are full of awe of inspiration
When college isn’t for you do you just run away and quit
Do you go to your dorm and throw a fit
Do you call that special someone?
Do you rely on your parents to help and support you?
Or do you just try and forget
Drifting in a languid landof singing prairies and crystalline lakes,I wander toward a jeweled tree, radiant sapphire and ruby in a halcyon dream.
I once was. I am Brian. I am to be.
I am to be many things that I never was.
I am to be parts of the people that I'll come to love
How did I become and how should I know?
How am I to decide where and how to go?
I ran through the wood,
snapping moldy twigs
and low-living branches.
The wind weathered
at my shoulders,
carrying the cries
of the rustling leaves,
the mellow wailing
Barbara Bea borrowed a ball
The burgundy ball bounced
Bounced to a boy
Named Barry Burke
Most referr to the heart's beat as just that, a beat. Yet with in today's word it's becoming more of a tap.
The heart no longer beats, it's taps.
Yes technology is cool, yet it's ruining our naps.
Desire is not transparent glass
We wake not to the blue breeze
But to the steel kiss
Of lips coated with champagne poison
Smoke looks like soft eternity and velvet voices to the young who blush at men
When my hands hurt from writing so long,
Burning from quickly writing down thoughts,
Creating every feeling onto paper,
Not able to stop expressing my feelings
The only way I knew how to.
Dove dark chocolate,
One of the purest enjoyments in life
Foil bends and crinkles as
I relish the moment in which
I open the clearanced Valentine
Which was somehow abandoned
Sweating spoons settle in a drawer
They're stuffed inside like sardines
They kiss in there, they don't want anything more
They're acting like "celibate" teens
Those silly slippery spoons fancy spooning each other
I instill fright inside the young boy during the light darkness of the night.
I engulf my prey while he lay, struggling in pain,
unable to sleep, eat, or converse with anyone.
Always one to make others smile, you cant keep living this way. You need to let go but not this way. Thats all I hear but I dont follow this way.
you had said,"i wish i had a clone...i want to make you happy...and i want to be there for youas much as you want me to be...i want to be the one."
Who am I?
A question that has plagued for as I can recollect.
I'm African. I'm Indigenous. I'm European.
But who am I really?
In my youth I would yearn for you, this knowledge of self.
For me, I got to experience poetry first through my sister. She is five years older than me and all I aspire to be.
Disobedience dare darken my dreaded fate
Eerie my eye embraced is black
Lengthy in no love leaving me left in his
A night in two a room a dreadful tear attack
Zippers,
Yes, they're the cause to my pain,
The reason why my backpack broke brfore lunch.
Iv'e been having troubles with the stupid thing for so long,
It would be like removing a tatoo.
Who am I?
Do I let you define me, no!
It's my heart and soul that carries me.
I am resilient and full of character.
i am who i am
Pencil presses to paper
While fingertips flood with dread
Tapping, tapping, wheels are turning
Turning inside my head.
I can feel the words I want to say
Beating within my heart
Classic beauty
Like pressed flowers
in sacred books
Let me see where your sword falls
I try to predict where/when
I forgive, but never forgot because that's what makes me stronger
I learn, but never lose because I have to retain the knowledge for my future's sake
I philosophize, but never stop to find my own meaning for my own path in life
Storms come and storms go
Where do I stand between the rain and the ground?
Am I the barrier that prevents the grass from receiving nourishment?
Poetry – because practice makes perfect
Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected
It was terrible – oh so terrible
Nonacceptable
So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
I feel like i have a crush
Everytime i look into your eye ;
Your eye tell me to hush.
It hard for me to blush .
When you like a delicious mush.
I wonder if my tear will never flush .
Moments frozen in time,
The shadow that walks behind me
Through day and fades by night.
This is but a reflection.
I landed in the jungle
Full of thickets and insects
Nine months ago with just the shirt on my back
In my past life i was a
House pet
Lazy, fed, and pampered
It took nothing from me to lose everything
Stranded on an island,
I cannot forget my dignity. I cannot forget the things society has given me.
No cannibalism for me.
No unfair monarchy.
I swear to you there’s stars in his eyes, bright
Blue like an ocean never ending, begging
You to jump in, tempting
Love
Is fuel;
Like food, like
Water, it’s everything that
Makes humanity human, because of
This love endures like worn rocks
on trembling bays
These beating rays
harass the chords my sand covered hands command
ocean spray like hungry hands tread neck and form
Through the shrouded environment, I feel my feet sinking into the fragmented pieces below me
that was once a solid yet now has been disintegrated due to violence, ignorance and misconception.
They stand above me,
Protect me from the sun
And the eternal abyss around it.
They keep my paper-thin skin,
Like slivers of porcelain,
Safe from the harsh fiery blaze up in the sky.
What the body needs
It needs to feed
It needs to feel
It needs to fail
Stuck on an island
Ain't no point in rioting
Because i'll have what I need
Some peace of mind
Were I cast far off,
To some breezy island,
One misty mountain range,
Sunny savannah
Or mossy forest,
I’d need not
But one thing:
To be among Life.
The Life in the trees,
The world is a special place.
It has a special place inside of me,
a special place inside of you,
a special place inside of animals
and a special place inside of plants too.
What up Wendy
Yo, I am talking to you?
You gone crazy?
What that white long string attache to hear?
You take that with you every you go?
You were never like that
It can’t be you,
and the sounds pale as if they come from water
so deep and heavy
that no words can reach.
and so too, the colors are reduced to murmurs,
reds to blues to greys;
but they linger,
A teal top is tattered towards a water ring,
crisp pages with yellow edges are tainted
with musk. Literature has been painted
for the guidance to never be fleeting.
A teal top is tattered towards a water ring,
crisp pages with yellow edges are tainted
with musk. Literature has been painted
for the guidance to never be fleeting.
A smile, a frown, some tears, some laughs
Conveys a message.
Handshakes, hugs, shrugs
Have unique meaning.
Communication is important to life.
Without it, love ceases, relationships dissolve.
In a warm bed,
I'm concealed in crinkled and clumped sheets,
of a good night's rest.
Instead of hearing the noisy clock,
ticking away to wake me up,
I twisted tightly around in toasty tangled blankets.
To understand and be misunderstood.
Stories made from stolen glances and borrowed time
Magic dashed between letters and spaces and lack of punctuation.
Without Writing
What would there be?
No records. No stories. No reading at all.
I Write for me but more for those who will listen.
Those who care.
Those who have not been abducted by society and technology.
Father, i cant be without you
You the water to my flower
Without you my world would be blue
I can't have the taste of sour
I love you so much
Its a whole bunch
Ill never leave you side
If you want to show me your love is real, don't say that you'll die to protect me, just stay alive & be her with me. If you leave Ill be heart broken nothing to live for. Do you want me to hurt just as bad as you?
Me and myself alone
A deserted Island
Stranded like a prisoner
Abandoned like a child
If I was stranded on an island on my own
With no phone I couldn't avoid feeling alone.
The darkness may close in and fill my head with doubt.
It's scary to think no one would hear me if I began to shout.
Summer's subtle symbols
Floating through the sunlight,
The scene is serene
Like the fallen sail drifting on the lake.
A rushing wind cascades over the sea,
Soothing the swimmers wading in the waters.
I belong among you guys
because bits of me are scattered everywhere.
I’ve complimented your shirt.
and brushed her hair.
You’ve borrowed my hairspray.
This world is pathetic and obnoxious
There is never a single day of peace
Humans are what make this world atrocious
It is as if they carried a disease
People are fake, people betray, pretend
What can I tell you, about the house of my
Heart,
A place were a million butterflies flutter their wings
Tearing their way through the air?
I can see you don’t believe me.
I woke up on a island I was all alone.
All I had was my knife . I didn't even have a phone.
I had to find a way to fight for my life.
I'm gonna use it to cut,
Im gonna use it to kill,
I'm gonna use it to eat,
I woke up on a island I was all alone. All I had was my knife . I didn't even have a phone. I had to find a way to fight for my life. I'm gonna use it to cut. Im gonna use it to kill. I'm gonna use it to eat. I'm gonna use it to build.
You say I have a disability?
I have been told by people like you that I’m different,
That I’m unable to succeed,
She stood rocking on the edge of the world
Forward lies sweet escape,one step, and it all flies away.She'll never be hurt again, and I can keep his pain at bay.
Make me busy.
Engorge the lazy, shiftless minutes of my waking hours with thoughtless labor.
Make me work, make me eat, make me work again, until the sun goes down.
He is tall, he is handsome, he is original.
He is smart, he is talented and he gets me threw the obstacle.
No matter the day, no matter the time
I/My Mother,For starters,she's clever. No animal Will standin this recital. We'll take this island by storm.Absolutly absurdit might be But best believeHer and meA diligent duocomparable to a cyclone. Forget about technology.All phonesand drones.
Freedom to choose
Freedom to lose
It is a thing we all hold dear
It movs up in tiers
Not important in our adolescence but everything in our adulthood
But what if it could
Be stripped away?
With our telescope we stole looks at the stars,
sliding on pine needles stabbing softly into our backs
but it was the night that stole us.
Poetic Approach
I write for so many reasons there's no sense in naming just one
i tell a number of different stories that can be read by anyone
My poems come to me like a fruit grows on a tree
My aunty Annie is one of the most important people in my life right now
She is smart, oblivion, sweet, kind, and most of sll caring
When I call her theres never a time she cant talk
I love my aunty with all my heart
The things i have in my life is fair
But i did it without a care
Sometimes i go through peer pressure
So i won't have to deal with a lecture
With the hate and judgement by people
I tried to think of one thing I couldn't live without,
whether it's a person, a thought, or even a food
But what actually came to mind was a disturbing realization...
I reminisce of weightlessness:
peering down into 10, 20 feet of air.
My delicate days,
I recall,
as a haze
full of branches:
a careful cloud
of offshoots
that, long as I could,
That girl, in the back of the class...
The one looking lost,
Daydreaming,
of things only she can understand.
Things such as peace.
Not just in the world but in people.
In our selves.
Pen and paper.
Seems strange to think.
Just yesterday we could barley write our names.
Now we're writing essays.
Passionately I absorb you. Longingly I gasp for you. Persistently I kiss you.
Your tides are cold when they enter my maw. And my heart is warm when you course in my blood.
Eardrums beware
The need for
Beep-bop beats
Pounding rhythms
In the air,
The drums
Voicing zeal
In rapid
Bah-tap-daps
As guitars
Sing sweet,
Sour,
Not knowing what lies behind the secluded, shadowy, silence
The lights chased each other across the walls,
Creating a colossus of fear, I held on to from within because
All I needed was the cold air resting me to sleep.
"Wow, that's pretty brave.
Chancing on your mom walking in
On you shoving a dildo
Into your girlfriend."
The alarm screaming, burning eyes
After not once allowing my brain to dip into sleep
Mhh one thing in which i couldn't live without if i was stuck on an island i would
try not to pout, cause i could bring my phone to help out or someone like a boy scout
Its been said for a while that a sense of self is important
The ideas the thoughts and other things that I hold dear
How would life if there was no cheer
My life would be dormant
I wanna feel I wanna be
Deep inside the brain it begins,
the sudden rush of images
distorted
undistored,
whether they be whimsical or sensible can be decided
Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori.
They say it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.
Yet the reward of their loss
Is the truly fitting thing.
We could not live
without it.
our reward.
If music vanished from the earth, I would scream at the top of my lungs.
I would use the same scream I use when I stub my toe.
Les Miserables, all the misery in the world.
I'd feel the same pain my toe felt
All I need is Him
All I need is Him...
I need nothing else in my life but his love.
My prayers are always answered from above.
Use useless using user,
Used by your abuser,
Uses only to be used,
The kind of clarity that leaves you confused.
Tattoos made with stick and poke,
But there’s no ink in needles filled with dope.
The people who have encouraged you and loved you since day one, they are your family.
Family Matters.
These are the people telling you not to give up when you want to throw in the towel.
What can't I live without?
Some may say a tiny little screen that acts as a suitcase for our lives
Rakish reflections pass from an
Aging streetlight to grace your cheek;
The soft touch of that fragile golden glow
Compliments the green looking back at me
The smell of smoke is fast asleep
When darkness creeps in,
I search for the light.
I know there is always better days,
As long as they exist.
A thought, a dream, a burning need
One search, one hope, one miracle found
How could I have ever lived without?
Your majestic beauty and strength,
centered boldly upon your cotton canvas,
Life without love is like the sun without the moon,
life without love is like a flower that'll never bloom.
Life without love is like a star that won't shine,
life without love is like a poem with no rhyme.
We sit on the wave-licked shore, gazing at the blue
until we don't know which is sea and which is sky.
We know such closeness, the slow disappearing
Everyday I see a rainbow
a rainbow of different colored people
light, dark, in between
―but we are all the same.
Everyday I see a rainbow
Notice all the Space up there
Swirling galaxies, shooting stars
Black holes bending light
Gravity holding us all down
As humans fight each other
Over the electron of an atom
Which is our Earth
“There is only one sort of discipline; perfect discipline.” – George S. Patton
When I shine my shoes,
newspaper crinkles and folds
under the rubber weight of my sole.
There is something so beautiful about youth. There is something so beautiful about that captured recklessness. Something about those hidden smirks and intensified sensations. Youth is revered, that is why so many strive to conserve it; Our soft, s
There is something so beautiful about youthThere is something so beautiful about that captured recklessness.Something about those hidden smirks and intensified sensations.Youth is revered, that is why so many strive to conserve it;Our soft, smooth
He pours scalding water
over your wounds
boiling you from the outside in.
His words are poison soap
grating off layers of the world
I look at your big, bright eyesThat do not foresee what is to comeAnd yet I know that there is no fearPaired with that uncertainty.
Calm in the eye of calamity.
That is the strength You give to me.
Pain that can be borne
That’s the promise You have sworn.
Trust when all reason tells me not to,
You inspire an optimistic view.
Calm in the eye of calamity.
That is the strength You give to me.
Pain that can be borne
That’s the promise You have sworn.
Trust when all reason tells me not to,
You inspire an optimistic view.
Oh, Mother, You're all that I need
Because stranded we are indeed.
the way you laugh will help me breathe
under stressful times such as these
Oh, Mother, You're all that I need.
What is the one thing
That I can't live without?
If you asked me back then
I'd probably say brussel sprouts.
Dipping and slipping
Comes the sun's ray
Pittering and pattering
Goes the steady rain
Plipping and plopping
Upon the forest green
Clicking and clocking
The happy insects scream
To be stranded
after being landed
i couldnt live without
no doubt
a person i hate
not having to obligate
myself from watching them
There is one thing
that can bring
joy to my life
bringing us to a strife
i cannot live my life
without a thing named anime
throughout the day
it takes me away
fills my imagination
I am okay feeling hungry.
I can survive on my feet.
I have run for miles,
And skipped meals,
Making my body reflect the emptiness
That lay like a pit in my soul.
“Exercise more, eat less.
Many people say that they cannot live without their phones or game consoles or other items that are not nessecities. Many people say they cannot live without food or water so you will not starve or malnourish.
A single nebula staining
this expanse of forever,
stardust runs in my blood,
a cosmic heartbeat lost in time,
suspended in space,
I want to rip out my vocal chords and
bathe in the words that spill
out. I’ve sunk into the deep, never
even having the opportunity to float.
It was a rough autumn
Wind snarled and grutned every morning
as perennials pecked at my pupils
I pushed against everything,
the problems irrational like pi
I've been robbed.
Robbed of all sources of light-
Robbed of the light of feelings of worthiness
robbed of the lights of dance
and laughter
robbed of the drive to seek out more lights-
His autism does not define him.
He is defined by his individuality and singularity as a unique life
Take the time to acknowledge his intellect
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Show me the face that holds all the pain
That has once seen it all
The face that knows all the ways of bane
Show me this face
This face that the sun competes with to shine
If I were lost,
in a paradise unfound
the only thing
that I would need
is to keep my sanity
While others would say
I've heard of a place, far up above. It's free from suffering, and full of love. A soft sandy beach, lined with tall palm trees. Your worries fly away into the calm ocean breeze. So when she left, my dear loving aunt. I guess she went there, some
My brothers are who I
need.
For them I would even
bleed.
My brothers are who I
protect.
Even from child
neglect.
My brothers are who I
love.
They I can never let go
When I lost brother
I crumbled into nothing.
The sharp shards of my
Heart
Ripped me to ribbons.
Internal bleeding.
The house is silent now.
That day,
I knew in my gut.
Sometimes I wonder
if dogs are loyal to their owners
because they think that they owe them something.
Maybe dogs don’t realize
that fresh food and water
5 fantasies fuel my fascination
4 familiar fears fixated on my faults
3 thoughts that thirst for thrills
2 talents taking time to transform into
1 soul that is mine to claim
During the first day of College in my Molecular Biology lab,
The teacher made us each pick up a tab.
As he had planned an ice breaker with the intention of getting to know everyone.
half-form words....
sentences broken in two
thoughts never brought to
wishes stuck the inside confines of my head
Fire and fear and falling shadows,
a promise broken and shattered dreams -
the tides break in with rolling billows
and my heart of sand is tossed ashore...
But I will stand once more,
Manhattan morning singed,
sincerely mourning twins;
twinging; gingerly lingering
in remembering ringing
smoke and suffering and silence and
death
screaming, suffocated in newly created catacombs.
rise, still, from the
left-hand corners of my papers;
black letters;
better to read poetry in fifth grade history, shouting;
I
was named after a poet—
heroic: note this, notice
you peer
savagely leering,
strings of pearls dripping
from your gaping clamshell mouth
like spit
spit the words on the back of my legs
whistling
linger
fingers on car horns
Sleek,beautiful,fast
I'll love my dog to the last.
Cuddly,big,jumper
I have yet to tame her.
Always in the way, Always there to comfort,
It would be hard to live without her.
She eats alot...
He stood like a statue
A God among men
His nerves like iron
Unable to upend
His skin worn like ancient leather
His eyes like arrow points
Body battered by the weather
What I need is faith. Faith as small as a mustard seed. Faith that can take me beyond what my eyes can see. Faith in myself, and faith in other. Faith to make me stong so i can move mountains, and break barriers.
Sleep controls our minds, it wraps itself around our though process until it seeps into our neurons by the power of suggestion
Rising toward my goal is one of my many dreams
Now I am taking that step
Swimming against my own streams
I don't expect it to just arrive on my doorstep
All I can listen to are the clicks of the keyboard
He grasps the souls of all who own a pair of rose colored glasses; he is a perception scented of Carpe Diem and mint, infused into open minds.
All I need is love
as trembles track through time.
Clairvoyant charisma creeps
between petite and elongated structures.
As if the trembles and clairvoyance
Accustomed attitudes ache
and
passing preferences
irk independently.
Isolation institutes intuition
no noun knows.
I am but one verse in the medley of life.
My notes follow no rhythm but that of my own heart.
No instruments save for those of my soul are present in my composition.
Her skin is pale, her teeth are white, our love for eachother, is like any might. Without her, I am completely alone, without her, I am sad, sad to the bone. There is no other girl, no girl like she, without her, I don't know what life would be.
Such sweet sounds which all can play,
The toungless too, those whom can not say.
They all know that highest rafter
Of kicking back, surrender to laughter
But what value is laughter unheard?
A Business Calamity
By: Jake P
Attractive to All
Apparently Altering Animals Artificially
At this Aside
Best of the “Bad”
Bettering Beasts By Battery
Believing it Brave
To the boy who broke me when I was completely wholeYou took pieces of me away I didn't even know existed Felt deep in my soul and burned it You taught me why sunshine was dry and how comparing light to happiness was only ever a metaphor Bc everyda
"Flight of the Impatient Snowflake" by Naomi Wallerson
Snowflakes fall outside the windowRacing each other to the groundBecoming one as they reach the endThe end of their flight from the sky to the ground
I need my black and white
Not because you’re beautiful,
Not because you’re bright,
I need you because you bring music into my life.
Through the rough times
I need my black and white
Not because you’re beautiful,
Not because you’re bright,
I need you because you bring music into my life.
Through the rough times
Put your hand to your chest
and press down.
Turn the voltage up
shout out
"clear!"
Check your vitals,
nothing there.
"We need oxygen my lungs aren't getting air!"
Grab a mask
The sands scrape my skin as I take a glimpse at the morning star,
My eyes are sore and my skin vents from this inferno of floating flame,
My inner oasis is pulled out of me from every pore of my body,
my eyes are swollen red
a blissful tragedy
just don't take them away: my friends
are paper thin
thin as
air
they spiral and drop and rain and pour and they hurt me so
It’s the orchestra,
using their heartbeats to keep time,
pulsing with the vibrance of syncopation.
It’s the crew,
Faith:
So simple
Five letters, One syllable
So silly
Nothing to touch, see
Yet
So much meaning
A God:A being beyond comprehension.The greatest possibility and impossibility,an image of parting seas and fire raining from the sky,an embodiment of love and justice,a redeemer and a punisher,
I may not have all that I could
And life has taken more than it should
But music stays right by my side here
How can I arrange a change
With a simple exchange at close-range
To interchange and rearrange
Who I am and still be me?
I am who I am and I can't be tamed
With all the fire and all the time still be me?
79% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen fills my lungs with every breath I take
It is eternal until Idie, without it I'll suffocate.
Taken for granted , it is filled with pollutants invisible to the human eye
79% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen fills my lungs with every breath I take
It is eternal until Idie, without it I'll suffocate.
Taken for granted , it is filled with pollutants invisible to the human eye
For the beaten and the broken down
Who never seem to get around
who's skyies are always filled with grey
who's troubles sworm them through the day
Your strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah
Sometimes nothing is needed more
Than a moment's rest from
The constant commotion
Burrowed in the heel of
The stride of life
But then,
In other instances,
The spaces in life seem
I am not just another girl.
I am not the type to be dressed up with pearls.
I am not pristine or perfect.
I am not for the media to inspect.
I am not a number a school assigns to me.
We try to change the way we are,
In order to blend ourselves into the background.
We spend our entire lives in boxes,
Constantly fretting about our decisions.
We keep our thoughts to ourselves,
Snow covers a landscape all too familiar.
Winter’s clutch on suburban Maryland is slowly tightening.
I listen close for just one sound of life,
But nothing can be heard during this lifeless time.
I heard my mom and gm talk about they had a dream that I fell and didn't guaranteed I thought to my self damn what is success then it came to me if u work hard u will be successful so I tried to work hard and tried to understand what I had what I
school,welcome,Back to school.
A circle of friends.
we've joinedtogether as classmates as the new year begins
I am s h a p e l e s s
Mirrors can’t show,
Photos can’t show,
Awards can’t show,
Me, nor my inner dialogue.
Because I am s h a pe l e ss
Every evening I lay awake on the floor.
As my master sits on that couch
with a fift of liquor in his hand.
He kicks me in the stomach.
I cry, if only I had thumbs.
Tall as a tower, dark as chocolate, colored man holding a ball
I am unsure about what to do
Bounce left Bounce right, Colleges come left Colleges come right
Scholarships! Scholarships!, I am a colored man holding a ball
I never thought it’d be this way
But I’m no fortune teller
I was so deep into a life of drugs
I was the buyer and the seller.
I never thought it’d be this way
Yet others weren’t surprised
i am sick.
Sick of the narcissism that strangles this world.
but this disease has infiltrated me, so who am i to talk?
Nilikudegrade sasa unaka mtoi
adi unajikojolea kwa nguo
akuna mtu alipull trigger ndo u fall in love
imekuruin na ulikuwa humble like a dove
mzee ulikuwa unatoama towerline
but siku izi ni ma dwarfline
Fresh cut grass and a wave of heatsteps walk past me to go find a seat
A stabbing in my chestsalt floods my mouth
tightly pulled fingersand air tries to get out
I am on a flight from Charlotte,
where I return to my life on the other side.
Leaving a home away from home
that has stood the test of time.
The first week had me broken,
bawling in strife.
I miss the play, it will never sound the same.
Gone.
I miss the air of you.
The chase, and silence screams gone!
I miss.
Through a set of solar eclipse eyes over the ocean, I see.
The blue hue enhances every emotion, the tears especially vibrant in their rarity.
My leaf’s color bears the most significance.
Autumn shades and a smiley face camouflage my introspection.
As light and hope for happiness perforate the otherwise
I am from the stars forming a constellation in the sky
each star shining so bright as they pass by
I am from the waves in the shore
What do you think of when you see the sun?
I hope you think happiness.
I hope you think of your best memories.
I hope you think of the people who bring out the best in you.
woe, is me
so here's some poetry
'cause college won't be free
and i got no money
so here's an attempt to get 1k
to fund an escape from loans and fees
Where am I from?
I'm from fists flyin, and fella's dyin.
Blood spillin, and kid's lyin.
I am from big fights, and long nights.
From, protect your face, to protect your sisters.
Connected by the heart and clasped with a hand A whole lifetime and more spent in constant company, a single monochrome In dazzling colors blended by genes, painted with love. Questioning identity in sadness Trapped in a mirror of dazzling irides
Who am I -
today I can answer that question.
I was destroyed,
I was shattered,
into infinitely many pieces,
I was broken,
I was dark.
I lost all hope, happiness
What happens when caps and gowns become funeral garments to the mourning?
Eulogies being given by the Valedictorian
To a student body adorned by honor’s sashes tear stained
There’s something about Caps and Gowns,
And burning from Chlamydia
That could make last will out of diploma
Memories of the prom night church girl
What makes me, me is what makes you, you.
I am not a piece of clothing but rather many different fables.
No one should have to have labels.
I am unique, like you.
I am confident in what I do.
He walks with his head just above his rear
His words are muffled from his cowardice
His speech is without shame
The most ravenous of mosquitoes reject him
When he chokes speaking his lies,
밤전ᴖBamwar8。C0mᴗ행정동키스방 강남키스방 『신림키스방 미러케이』밤전ᴖBamwar8。C0mᴗ행정동키스방 강남키스방 『신림키스방 미러케이』밤전ᴖBamwar8。C0mᴗ행정동키스방 강남키스방 『신림키스방 미러케이』밤전ᴖBamwar8。C0mᴗ행정동키스방 강남키스방 『신림키스방 미러케이』밤전ᴖBamwar8。C0mᴗ행정동키스방 강남키스방 『신림키스방 미러케이』밤전ᴖBamwar8。
He is a secret
In the forest
That only I know of.
When he approaches
I inhale the spicy
Woody scent
Rolling off of him
In waves.
A dense forest
Surrounds
Red Rover, Red Rover
Send that girl over.
That girl who runs through the two strongest boys
That girl who purposely gets caught to flirt with the boys
That girl who acts too mature for her age,
I am a childI am not strong.I am wildI am calm.I could be betterI could be wrong.I am a childI will be strong.
I want to see my reflection when re-reading my words
Not to live behind persona painting vividly pictures for stages
Slamming relying on metaphors and verbs
I want to write honesty
Who am I?
possibly the hardest question because there are infinitely many answers
answers that may contradict because I am not simple
then I realize I am not an answer
there shouldn't be a question, "Who am I?"
I am a never ending series
Of sleepless nights and crumpled bed sheets
Battered from the restlessness of my slumber
A lost sheep number
4 A.M's only friend
Tired
I am the burnt out light bulb
I Am….
I am a blossoming girl that needs to be watered constantly
I am a growing woman that is rooted deeply
I am an innovator that needs to be challenged daily
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.
I was raised in a house of colors
I drank from Green mugs larger than myself
The carpet was Tan and bed sheets Pink
White sweaters in the closet and Silverware in the sink
The Lord helps. The Lord heals.
He protects. He preserves.
"I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears."
God loves
My name is the syncopated beat
Of a dotted eighth note, sixteenth note
Rocking like a boat on windy waters
My laugh is the swoop of glissando
Sometimes a delicate slide
I nodd my head sympathetically and listen.
So many problems that I connot fix.
A big, glaring, "What Should I do?" twists and tangles my thoughts.
I am...
Falling, forever falling and flailing in fear
fear that fighting is fruitless.
I fear finding
I fear facing
I fear falure
Falure, forever failing to fight
because of fear.
I am...
I watched the darkness;
dissolving, morphing, quickly
receding from the fruity light,
as if rejected medicine.
Left behind for an identical,
Iam a lion without a roar
An experiment without a family
Identified by only a number
Now ruler of my destiny
Gaining strength and speed as I fall
Look into this lambs ferocious eyes
an icy fine powderthat made you lamentthe days spent twistedwarpedunder the false ideologythat manliness is to beconfided in yourdead father.
Here I stand forevermore waiting for the light,
The moonlight beams and brings me dreams of what there is in store.
As I lie I think of time and days we have no more,
Each day a flight for heaven might
Poetry is language,
Language that changes,
Changing rapidly and instantaniously,
Considerably easier once you read childhood poem books.
Whilst indulged in the works of art,
Thwarted e'ry word,
Who am I?
To begin I must state who I was
I was happiness and naivete
I was sound personified
I was a future waiting to happen
With eyes colors of hazel and exhaustion,
She picks herself up again
Speaking words thought to be too substantial for her to handle
And too complex for her to comprehend.
It's easier to ignore
It's harder to explain
It's easier to classify
It's harder to accept
It's easier to follow
It's harder to stand out
Its easier to speak
It's harder to listen
I walk a path both dark and dreary
As I ponder long, worn and weary:
Who am I?
Love I’ve found and lost again
Daughter of the King and Bama-born beloveds
Hailing from the province of prestigious peaches and ravishing red clay
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I was a child,
A wanderer,
A straggler.
I was wrong,
Blind,
Naïve.
I was a child,
Lost at sea,
Caught up in daydreams drifting in the sky.
A pencil,
Paper Blank.
No thoughts, no words,
Nothing to do but sing sedative songs.
A naked moment, nothing to hide behind,
Fully-exposed, embrassing even,
that at the happiest I've been,
I am a strong minded Hispanic women is something that is not only wrong but unusual to hear.
Crazy, Curious, Committed
Consistently overthinks simple solutions on purpose
Invents creative ideas for a better world
Determined, Dependable, Dauntless
They tell you that you can be yourself -
Just be nice, and kind, and loving,
Go to college, get good grades, don't throw your life away like that
In front of a computer typing all day.
This tale is true and mine, it tells how I love the person that how love me. We are caring each other.
Since the moment of our existence,
this is what we feel.
Taking our first breath
and thus, we shed our first tear.
A lady came up to me today,
She had lost both breasts
With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior.
Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces
Coated her tongue.
"It’s too good to be true"
I am
I was the kid who you used to make fun off
I was the kid who you called nerd because he choose to read instead of play football
I was the kid who you got mad at when I made a 100 when you did bad
Recently life's been good
Or so it has seemed
I've done all I've could
To create myself redeemed
From sports to music to school ive schemed but I'm missing the life that's in need
Born and raised as a brain
Until the bullies brought the pain
Through this the Social chameleon was born
To prevent his constant forlorn
Or worse, the others scorn
To make it out alive
A silly image of humanity
If two men love
''This it’s bad''
If a girl loves to another is
When i think of you
They say it is fatal
Says that I am special
That i see its soul
And not only its body
Because says that my way of loving
Is immense
And i like it
I always waited to who will tell me that
And look my soul and will love it
Education is something important and needed in life to survive.
Education is an important factor that many people may or may not thrive.
It may not come easy, and it may take time.
I'm told to pray and bow my head, but i begin to see the big picture of those close to me dying then coming rising once again the world becomes The Walking Dead.
I am a Human being
I am a poet
I am a college student
I am a migrant
because I have to be here for a better life
I am proud of my roots
I am someone who talks from within
Someone that loves his mom
I remember thinking,
When I was still a kid
That I would always choose good
In everything that I did.
I'd be a famous astronaut,
Hurtling through outer space
But I guess it was pretend,
I am the South
With my earnest green eyes and brown hair
My magnolia white skin and orange-can curls
My honeysuckle lips and wide laughing mouth
I remember everything yours
Always the memories of the selfies
That we lived
You you yes really see with the soul
You tell me that you love me with the entire being
When i have crouched the look
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Another Brick in the Wall
I am a brick.
with cement I stick
to the other bricks.
We grow and we fall.
My biggest mistake of them all,
No no I don't want to be with you
why
because simply not
You don't make me goosebumps
you don't produce in me nothing
Any sensation
Feeling or passion
You finished with all that
When you went
I am like a painted picture...
As they pick up the brush
The bristles slightly hit the paper
They move their hand in every direction across the paper
Bringing various colors together to form a mixture....
I am everything yet nothing.
I wonder about my future.
I hear what haunts me.
I see only what I want to see.
I want more memories than regrets.
I am everything yet nothing.
I am.
I can.
I will be.
I am a contribution to the future.
I can contribute my future for the lives of many.
I will be there for the lives of many because of my future.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality.
Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity.
This is passion.
My passion.
I am the voice that you fear
the voice of the ones who dare not appear
the ones you claim weak
the ones society doesn't seek
I know you don't care
about the girl pulling out her hair
You are arrogantI admit, that was apparent.You are self absorbedThat was all I could affordYou are condescendingI simply didn't want to blend inYou are conscientious
The sensational, sense of warm hugs.
Off of fresh cotton smell,
On a friends relief clothes.
Amazing, i felt comfortable in my own skin.
I am from arid, sandy shores,
and the aroma of soaking, summer showers.
I am from sweet vegetation
Waking up
Weary and teary eyed
Wearing his cologne unwilling
Wanting to escape his grasp
Willing myself to move on
Wanting to escape the memories
Wearing my own name
Weary from my fight
-I went through a season of roaming.
appeared as a tornado in the sand
Rotating while in orbit,
a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
I Am… Love
I am a caring young man,
One that cannot be compared to another man,
You see, you are unique,
I am a world changer
watch as tectonic plates
move at my fucking request
I am a whole person
and I am the world, the
world is me.
My screams make
every animal awake. I
As I sit here
Contemplating my life
I see changes
That define my fight
To see an end
From the very beginning
To understand the words
That I'm currently feeling
This isnt the right time for us, because I have all these issues with trust. In my dark times all I can think about is you. I have some things I'm tryna let go. The world around me is moving so fast but I'm moving slow.
Embrace
Embrace yourself
Embrace your glasses
Embrace your personality
Embrace your quirks
Embrace everything you hate about your body
Embrace everything you hate about yourself
Embrace life
I am the queen of disorientation.
There were bumble bees building nests in my hair and now I'm made of honey combes;
but sometimes my sweetness can go sour under pressure.
I am not a superlative
I won’t be remembered for one quality
I have accepted that I am too much of everything
I have qualities that interact with each other because of who I have met
The numbers continue to grow but the mind does not count
It goes by guessing while the numbers continue to grow
Is it not apart of life to want more
To wish that the mind could expand, conquer and worship
Even though I cannot be there to celebrate with you on your special day, I know that when the spiraled columns of gret smoke clear away; when the breath of another year of life has left your lips; when the effervescent flame of the candles has ab
"The instructor said,
'Go home and write
A page tonight
And let that page come out of you-
I am a masterpiece.
An instrument crafted in silver
by the skilled Creator
Who made
Heart beat
Hands raise
Feet dance
Ears hear
Voice sing
To join with others!
Aaaaaaaaaaaa!
Soul rises
theres yellow lights
theres red color
When I close my eyes
I lift up my hands of soul
I lift up my wings of soul
theres peace
SPIT OUT THE BRIGHT COLORS
painted on the unknown to make it marketable to the masses,
the mugged middle-class.
SPIT OUT ONTO A CANVAS
make it out of imagination.
When mom and dad were young, she had a fit
So my dad made like a banana and split
As an infant, my mom gave me his outfit
18 years later I've out grown it
the games of my childhood
A silly image of humanity
If two men love ''This it’s bad''
If a girl loves to another is
Do your best
It may not be the best
At least
You'll pass your own test
Confidently win your quest
Thereby have rest
Do your best.
Every day, every night, there is darkness
It’s unseen by the human eye, except from the whole heartedness.
It doesn’t lurk in the shadows, not an assassin of the shade
Her Wrong Deeds, His GoodnessThe old man at the banks of River Sagana is whipping the wifeand shouting to those fetching water his goodness and er wrong deeds
Today, all runner come
Shoulder high we bring you home
And set you at your threshold down
Towns man of a stiller town.
A lotta people say
a lotta things are awesome
but coming from the place
where things ain’t always awesome
I can tell you what’s awesome.
What’s awesome
is being close to someone
What's awesome?
Me. Myself. I.
I am awesome.
Freedom to be myself.
Freedom to be different.
Who I am is awesome.
Awesome is me.
Awesome is you.
Awesome is everyone.
When I was little people would talk saying I would never make it
growing up with a single mother who never made it.
The Sun
She brings us life and joy; despair
Her silent song a covenant of care–
Our faithful servant in the air
A gilded messenger, inasmuch:
It’s in the “thank you’s.”
The “you’re welcome’s” and the “hello’s” and the “I miss you’s.”
And telling them that “I miss you too.”
Goodbyes aren’t always sappy
So if you catch me waving while I walk away
Innocent brown eyes
roam around in her wonderland
reaches for the light that slowly fades
fades way along with her innocence.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
time is running
I often desecrate myself,
Along with the past deeds I have done.
I shift through my memory cabinets to shun,
All those foolish words I spilled out of my trap.
Those actions that I should not have taken,
Captivating conversation
Make sure not to miss the meaning
You are, perfect
Constantly Occluding my
Motivation for a lie
You are, unnerving
...
Am I, serving
When we fell when we were young it always ended up okay.
We got to choose which Disney princess we wanted
to shield our wounds from the biting air
as they bled into battle scars
A divine arrangement of keys.
A vibrant display of sounds.
A world once unbeknownst to me
Became my life renowned.
A philosophy once inquisitve,
Now seemingly concrete.
An imagination so definitive,
Can You See?
Have you
ever wondered
how a cave
would react
if light
would stream in
unashamed?
Could you imagine
the things
you could see
Happily Never After
A heart that once loved and was forever cherished,
Withering and weeping left alone to perish,
To perish and die like the cold breeze on brush,
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.
Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens.
Trees are meant to grow strong for years and years
with their roots consistently reaching further.
Forest Gump says, Stupid is as Stupid does,
that might be true but I say stupid just needs a little love.
Our world today is focused on hate,
but don't you think that's a heavy weight.
Getting lost between the lines
But following all of the signs
Beloved friends come to an end
While struggling to defend
Soilders brought upon in life
Only to be struck by a knife
The struggle. Its not for everybody its not what it seems. See most people dont understand the diffrence between reality and dreams. Survival of the fitess when you want it you gotta get it.
Poetry is awesome.
Facilitating the spread of unheard and unspoken ideas through poetry is awesome.
The ability to convey unspeakable feelings through words is awesome.
sometimes things are just broken.
broken bones
broken picture frames
broken records
broken hearts
broken families
broken people.
there is beauty
in all of this brokenness
Painful Truth
Believe that i'm hurting,
The pain left is deep,
And you should have no place,
My heart you can't keep.
You literally took,
The last left of me,
I lie upon the grass,
And rhapsodize what has come to pass,
And I ask of thee so pleasantly,
Sometimes the sun doesn't shine how you want it,
Sometimes the moon is a little too grey,
Sometimes the clouds scurry forward to steal your joy away.
But no one has ever told you,
See no one has ever told you,
Wonder of wonders, dream of dreams!
This world with all its skirmishes and negativity,
Still never ceases to amaze and awe me.
Wonder of wonders, dream of dreams!
If art is happiness, what do you when you can't make art?
For six long years I've captured beauty around me with a click
From the begining of my craft it all started with a click
It's Time
You choose my fate, you forged my path,
By no choice I was consumed by your sickening wrath.
And when the darkness came and blackened my eyes,
Love
Love is seamless,
Love is a gift,
Love can be sweetness,
Love can be swift.
Love can be pain,
Love can be fear,
Love can be vain,
People say they get lost in others eyes
Well my eyes were lost the day I was born
My access to the world around me was never perfect
Some people can't see the world in color
Others can't see at all
Why can't we be like birds?
Birds are light
Birds have a beautiful flight
Birds live a simple life
A life without strife
Why can't we live without a care?
Why can't we have a lot time to spare?
BEEP! BEEP! Covers over my head and burrow into that cool pillow.
Too early. Too late last night. Too much work, too much think about.
Then, I remember. I remember her. Her smile, her smell, her limbs like a willow
You’re leaving me.
After sixteen years of constant contact,
Secret confidences,
You’ll be gone.
The memories I have of you
Are already blurring,
Obscured by time or tears into a single entity,
From the moment were born are fait is instilled upon us.
Are DNA is purley a guideline for the events that occur in ones life, that
cannot be altered; or at least shouldn't be.
Why look at the bad
Just because the good's standing behind?
Why take time to be mad,
When happiness is what you want to find?
Why fold to stress
When patience will mold you a better way?
Obstacles and tests are what life gives to us
But, at the same time it teaches us
It allows us to make our mistakes
And do things completely wrong
Everything in the universe is awesome.
Every person, place, object, and idea are one of a kind.
Every where something new is occurring.
Every moment an amazing new experience.
An opaque flame that emits no light
And a white-light supernova that restricts no thing;
Ignorance was only Bliss
If one did not face the consquence.
Bliss seemeth Ignorance
When one knows the future consequence.
Yet Ignorance seemeth good when evil is distant
Oh dismal day,
our loving mother has passed away.
Disease struck her and became too strong,
we soon knew death would come along.
She did not deserve a painful end,
In my life there were a few people who made an impact on me
At times it was hard to see
But one was very was visible for me
She‘s An Awesome Woman
She is the essence of beauty
In my life there were a few people who made an impact on me
At times it was hard to see
But one was very was visible for me
She‘s An Awesome Woman
She is the essence of beauty
The mouth of the metal monster
the maw of the morbid mother
the giver of gold or gall
picking out the particular person
plucking out precious people
maker of more monopolies
Don't forget, Everything is Awesome
Every Mistake, Every misfortune--
a chance for you to blossom
into who you're meant to be.
So delicate, yet so strong, are us human beings
What about my God is Awesome?
Is it his raiment of light which gives Darkness Fright?
Is it his tears that flow every time you say “she’s a hoe?”
Vacations take me to awesome places
Take me away from reality into fantasy
Makes me feel awesome and amazing
See things that are magnificent and wonderful
That’s how awesome life is
Breeze
Brushing gently
Across small shards of verdant life.
Spinning, whirling,
They whisper to each other.
Apollo’s arrows pierce through
When feeling down or feeling sad
Feeling just a little mad
That I failed expectation
Lost myself to temptation
What keeps me up?
When I’m feeling down?
What pulls me back?
Can't youcan't you seeI got a dreamjust to beme, myself, and ICan't youcan't you knowI am alivelivingto get by
A fatherless showdown.
He is around but he’s not.
His ghost still creeps in his body,
I love being free!
I love being outside!
I love being able to express myself!
I love being able to chase my dreams!
Sometimes things are sad,
But then things get happy again!
Sometimes it might feel like you live under a grate
Or like you can't even trust your best mate
From Rollercoasters and water Rapids,
To Picnicking at the drive in,
From spending time with my family,
To meeting Natalie at that hipster coffee joint,
Waking up on Sunday mornings to breakfast with Mom
If I ever have a son
His name would be Light
But they would call him King
I'll make him laugh
So the world could hear him giggle
One of his many names would be Simple
Never surround yourself with negative or it'll dim your awesome,
If there are negative people in your life then go ahead and toss em'
Be polite, be cordial, be kind, be modest
Be the greatest, not a sadist
This plane you find yourself in
is just one glimpse of one dimension, among many others
Look out,
organic nature surges from the soil
synthetic somethings jut out from this scene.
Purging concerns and shadowed secrets,
Spilling tears and spitting hate.
Catharsis is a spinning storm
Where you release the weight.
The storm comes back again,
As night claims the horizon,
"Children are a gift from God you hear?"
"Children are a blessing" they said.
97 was the year
Graduation was on the mind of all her peers,
I was born February 17th,
Upturned corners of a blush pair of lips.
Hot breath.
Squinted eyes.
Tear stained cheeks.
Boisterous laughter.
Slapped knees.
Gut squeeze.
Friendship
Stomach cramps.
Slippery slimy in the night,
Pokey polka-dots covered in fur.
Grimy gunk putting up a fight
And slithering shimmering without a purr.
She cried.
Her blood wasn't oxygenated enough.
It was too rich;
steepled from her veins
in a room all too quiet.
I never wanted to hear that sound.
She wanted to fill those empty
I told someone my secretsI told all of my secrets to a bucketI'm afraid they won't holdwho the hell needs a leaky bucket with their wordstaped to the bottomI'm afraid I've given my guns
How do I go on ?
What road am I on ?
See I thought I had it together
Nice smile,banging body, and a personality that just pulls you in.
Yeah I though I had it together .
1041.7 miles every hour, is the speed at which the earth rotates But that speed seems a lot slower when you stop and realize all of things that are great.
Dear villainPeace be unto your restless soulFilled with terror and insanityWhich does't care to knowWhat it sows to shake-up realityWhy lurk do you behind the veilFrom which you throw
The commodification of sadness
Creates a complexity of response
In a capitalist society that cannot
Understand its own trauma.
Nothing means more to me than my life,
Nothing means more to me than my family,
Nothing means more to me than my sister,
Nothing means more to me than my parents,
Nothing means more to me than my father,
You're more than just a flower in the dirt
You have so much worth
You're more than just some city girl
Someday you're gonna change the world
You're more than just some simple girl
Awesome
Awesome is life.
Overcomig hard obstacles is life.
Beoming a better person is awesome.
Heping whoever needs help is awesome.
Not caring what race they are is awesome.
With a gentle cry you die
You feel yourself become clammy
You gasp for breath
But it fails to come
You feel him gently kiss you
Nights gentle pillow covers his cries
You suddenly feel revived
Think about how happy the bees must be in the spring
When they finally see the first flowers bloom
Thats how you make me feel everytime I see you
This feeling inside still fresh and new
I once was a princess. Sweet, clean, and neat
Like a Victorian castle, so was life. I was
Winged.
Too quickly those years evaporated.
you know i love you, never intended to shove you,
or getcha out my life, tentions inside just needed to get out,
didn't think it'd be to bad of an idea to change route
To the frat boy who keeps thinking he's the shit
Bro you aren't
We all know mommy and daddy still dress you by the look of your pink polo, baby blue Bermudas, and your basic, worn out Sperry's
9 $10s
90 $1s
900 dimes
9000 pennies
Is that my worth?
People, they're meant to be priceless
Traffickers, they call them useless
Victims, they feel so hopeless
All this less,
The dark night of my soul
Please save me
If it takes hold
I don't know which way is home
I'm lost and it's oh so cold
I hate how I'm so alone
My father, he calls it
Passion,
That incessant fire in my belly that
Sometimes sparks
From my tongue in moments of
Rage or defiance.
I can't believe that a word
So simple
Could spell out a
I wait for you like demi lovato
And i give my heart a break
I kiss you before you go like lana del rey
With my heavenly side
I write for you and in spanish
Like enrique iglesias loco
And every time you wake up my love
You looked my body next to yours
And you wondered why I loved you
Because I've seen every sunrise awake
Dark Circles
Because whenever I relive those moments
Breaking bad
being bold
butchered bones, mama knows
oh she knows, for she no longer weeps
gone are her dampened pillows,
gone are her wrinkled sheets
pamplets of
Hwaet! for ye shall hear
The herald impart the tale of the honorable Held Schanger
Son of the noble Helmslack of Gaudtem
You thought we were friends.
You thought we were cool.
You thought you had the world in the palms of your hands.
You thought things were given to you so you can break them.
You thought love grows on trees.
eyes wide ingesting everything
ravenous retinas
resolution high
wind whips blurry
hurried blinking bliss
air warm
thick breaths
breeze blue
sun beams
vast view
Baby Oh Baby
I'm not ready yet
Baby Oh Baby
Things are just not set
Baby Oh Baby
Can you please wait
Baby Oh Baby
I want to participate
Baby Oh Baby
Just hold on
Baby Oh Baby
No,I can not hold me to what a day it was love
a what now nothing is
If you did go
I do not know when they go
There is no waiting well no longer worth
No,I don't want to love you
When a love goes our heart filled with sadness
When a love goes
Little things invade my mind more and more
When a love goes
I just love being alive
When a love goes
I have been told that your love
not worth more than three words
I can not fall for you
knowing that your life is a failure
So how could you burn the soul with sadness,disappointment and betrayal
Throw me your sad meteorites
Throw me your stupid planets
But I know i was your world
Tonight i shall not sleep knowing that you in the other room.
Tonight i shall not sleep knowing its your last night here at home
As i stand outside your bedroom door, remembering all the great advice
you used to give me.
The grids
The line
The time
The home
The cost
The Animal
The lost
The smile
The frown
The money
The crown
The city
The state
The Nation
Behind the curtains of my eyes
Hides a glare
A stare
A lie
The carefully crafted façade
The fragile, cheap disguise
Behind a mask lies another
Feeble layer of an onion
Halt your verbal torment for a brief moment
So that I may regale you on my peerage.
I come from a noble lineage:
Lord William the Hushed, My father
And Lady Elizabeth of the North,
Who am I?
I am a hardworking fashion design student who is working to pay for college,
A poet that hopes to be like Maya Angelou for my generation,
An undiscovered artist that is the next best thing,
In the gallant spirit of spring cleaning,
I took roll call today.
Sliding back closet doors,
Some clacked their jaws like cassette tapes,
Cackling in their clack-clackity way
Yes somebody cares about you
You dont know but might be me
some people are destinated to not see
How different you are
just like I am
Some people are destinated to see you
from inside the soul
Negate the chance to use the crippling and
Oppressive option of filters. These are the
Insecurites ring like a phone call
I'm too small, too weak
I recall those tounges tearing me down.
Online I look around.
My profile is filtered
Leaving a footprint of a legacy.
Like strong coffee,
you'd want to off me
If you really knew the true me.
You say it's a new me.
I think you never knew me.
Tell me
Can you handle me with
#NoFilter?
She was a bloom of light under the moon at night
a blossom bombardment of beauty, I surrendered
among the roses, seeking my purpose in sight
I could only sway in my place, unable to venture
Dreams and drapes
grabbed my attention in
third grade,
then in seventh grade,
I wanted to be a baker,
there I went dreaming again
tenth grade starts
and I can't choose
You know how people
take a look at
themselves
and see the bad, the ugly
scrapes and scars
cellulite and stretched
marks along the craters and curves of the
body
I see all of that and
A love full of lust
A love full of trust
An invisible connection
That I have seen in your eyes reflection
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
Follow me on Instagram
@ Insert nickname, 3 hearts and a winky face
I post every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday
And I just wanted to say, that I love all of my haters.
I break my bones and scar my skin, persistently flowing with red rivers, flowing into oceans of pain.
The dancer struts the stage,
confident of the choreography
and plastered with passion.
Her smile, the lipstick skews.
Her eyes, the liner suffocates.
But there is something inexplicably intoxicating
Love is unbearable
it would be terrible.
Feeling the pain
believing he has something to gain.
Level One:
"Press Play!"
I become familiar with the basic rules of the game (collect fruit, jump over obstacles, and reload just to name a few).
I was once a happy child
As I grow older, it vanish
So desperately to get it back
However, I can't obtain it.
Apple Apps and Android Accommodatores always allow likes and comments to allude to their
Beauty.
History repeats itself
it's why we're here again.
Black versus white
but this time it's times ten.
We need to be aware
that this gon' get us nowhere.
No! It's not him, her, or them;
Without filters I fear for my mind
and the tricks it plays on itself all the time
Without filters in which I see the world
My eyes would see opportunity everywhere
and not just the beaches,
She walks down the street
With a skip in her feet
Smiling at the people that passed her by; they turned the corner
She released a deep sigh
She waited until they were gone
And then the tears fell
Abstract Is what I desire
What I admire
About the world
Loving each other like when boy meets girl
Or when Girl Meets Guy
Love catches the gaze of the inner abstract eye
Words flow in and out as I speak of what I know.
Quotes and lyrics emerge from my light lips.
I sing stories of dreams and nightmares.
My stomach rumbles and does flips.
I'm determined to break free.
Picture Perfect-ly Imperfect
*Like*
*Share*
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I wish I were that pretty.
I wish I were that witty.
I wish… “Oh hey yeah I’m great!
How are you?”
Without my filter, I'm me.
Without my filter, I’m who I am supposed to be.
Without my filter, I'm judged
because no one understands what it's like to be me.
My filter is my mask.
kicking up whitegold dust as the soon-gone-storm passes,
forcing scaled lizards from their rocks and waking
thumb-sized owls within the spines,
I found myself undeniably arid.
you began to undress me
and as each button of my blouse becomes undone
a sliver of some imperfection slips past
my possessions that once possessed me settle in a pool around my ankles
Just beyond the gate
The tall green grass grows
Over hills and valleys
The hurried wild wind blows
My soul wants to run
Beneath the summer sun
My voice will echo loud
Exact examples exist,
Enveloping everything.
Everyday,
every evening,
entirely evermore..
Emptiness emanating,
Effervescence escaping,
Excitement,
Dear Lip-Lickin So-Called Lover on Flatbush Ave,
My thighs are more than you can barain for
They tie up on the train, trained to be tame
They thicker than syrup, sweeter than your lookin-ass smile
washington d.c. is a monument city looking pretty a city with white monuments every where throughout the whole city, monuments for you to see, which show the american history in our life monuments that don't cause any strife.
The future is twelve year old, Tamir Rice
“Male down, black male, maybe 20”
Shot and killed two seconds after arrival of police for carrying a toy gun.
The future is John Crawford
In the Spartan room, a Bible lies on the stable floor
“Kneel Down!” He says, “Kneel Down, and Pray!”
Like a monk in a picture my garments tore
As the ruthless rage of McEachern lashed away
There It goes again...
uncontrolled and untamed there it goes again
trying to find meaning in deed, there It goes again
to find where It is
to know why It is,
to find its path
The arms of spring now yellow
weather of winter now faint
Soon the air shall flow soft
As the birds they do stay aloft.
rivers of flowers they gleam
I am
the daughter of a mother who has an uncurable diease
no life long numbing agent that could
soothe and heal it.
It left a faded scar as a badge of honor....
It's. No. Breeze.
I fuck up here
I fuck up there
I fuck up far
I fuck up near
Always do it wrong
But never do it right
Some people contest with me about my own identity,
As if I were a defined word they knew, that I was not keen on understanding.
Damnable Demon, my Demise,
Why must you give such huge eyes.
I feel guilty now.
Colorful Charleena am I
Woman warrior of the Yaqui and Apache tribes
Known for their fierceness and formidable ways!
I have come long and far since the start of my journey 7 years ago.
i close my eyes and see every detail of them down to their toes and nose
I notice their perfect skin and start to wonder where they've been
We all want to be heardTo prove to everyone who we want to beWe want to fit inTo have relationships and for them to just see meI often second guess myselfAnd ignore the charm of three
Hidden Beneath the surface,But in plain sight to all,They help assure that I,Am on my way to fall.We all have some,No one has none,They are what makes me man,
The sunshines through your eyes I swear they’re made of gold
Blue stained with crystal, leading to stories of the soul
I think of you almost every hour, nothings really changed
Somewhere between
Here andThere,
I became less involved in what I looked like
and more invloved inwhat I felt like.
Your fingers absent mindedly find your pulse
The blood, running hot just below the scarred skin's surface, is tempting
The shiny silver of a razor silently calls to you
The pain inside begs to be released
I write because I feel alive,
to share this feeling I am obliged.
I write to fill emptry air with words
I write to give empty sheaths, swords.
I write to give a dark hole,
a light, a start, a soul.
As the government cleans itself, it sees what is outside itself as more dirty.
Fragile without facade,
honest without harbor,
true without tegument;
myself, I am, when independence holds me,
when no fears bind,
when thoughts course with vigor,
when heartbeats sound strongly,
Soft wavy hair heated pin straight
Creamy paint smoothed on marked skin
Sharp black lines and white powder
Societal mirror reflected gold
Take sponge and soap and warm water
Scrubbing soul and body
I didn’t even want to write this poemI wasn’t sure what was the pointTo pour your heart into somethingWhen there’s always someone better out thereSomeone better at accurate alliteration
My darling, you are so beautiful.
The word for your flawlesness has not yet been invented
your beauty spills lawlessly
forward
Cigarette burns and bloody towels on my carpet make the world seem like a bitter lonely place
A place in which I stare into the mirror and can not recognize my own face
A filter
Nothing but a misconstrued version of normal light
Changing context from wrong to right
Take away this glass magnifying falsehoods and repressing flaws
What I Am
by Jadon Brown
What more do I have than what I am?
An incomplete vessel in the hands of the potter,
Desperate.
Flawed
Marred and Scarred.
Little too loud.
A little too proud.
Ornery
An honorary bro.
I swear to god I'm not a ho.
I forgive but won't forget.
My name is Namirah and I am known as the middle child.
When people meet me they certainly don’t know I can be wild.
my face lies bare of foundation, exposing my imperfect skin tones
my eyebrows reflect of asymmetry, craving for a proper wax
my lips require a fuchsia lipstick, whispering gossip of insecurity
I begin to sign...
~~~
When we were younger,
All we wanted to do was play.
But then we grew.
And we wanted--
To Fit--
The Dance
Written by: Stephanie Garcia
When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings,
we dance.
The drums pound and two hearts beat as one
working in rhythm and cadence.
Can I even recognize myself in full color?
The black and white and different hues are gone, and its like no other.
There is a girl sitting in this picture.
No make-up, no fashion tops, and not a speck of glitter.
An old woman fragile, worn and somehow
worried. Past pieces surface in the
Vast ocean of an aged mind.
But who is there to listen to the
Knowledgeable thoughts but to find them
My feet fly light and the sun shines bright
On the day of lovely leaves.
Whispering amongst each other, many secrets shared.
Smoothly shifting between one conspirator and another,
I kneel down before the porcelain throne,
Seeking the body shape you think I should own.
I’m all alone.
Counting calories, watching my weight,
Trying to lose the figure you hate.
Slam my fist in the mirror
I love this country, why would I not?
So I sat down one day, and gave it a thought.
What a beautiful place, so awesome and bright,
But It wouldn’t had been, without a good fight
Flaws are Less than what I am.
What I am defies the laws--
that entrap me when I'm caught,
enslave me when I've stopped,
This is my letter to the world...
People don't tend to comprehend the rage contained
A mix-up, mash-up mosaic,
a little lass full of love and longing.
I am not behind a wall of trick-photography.
What you see is the unedited me.
A glitter-loving, gentle gal,
From the second I planted my first foot on the groundThe second came with a thirst clenching poundI instantly knew that whatever I touchedSeemed to be made newI saw this flawlessness
My flawless trait started when I was eight
but there is no denying the fact that I am flying.
Over expectations because this is my nation.
How am I flawless? Well I'm me.
And for me I have none. WHAT? You
Say you think I'm lying
Well, honey while you dying
Of laughter that is. I sit here and
Hail the Prince of Peace, Giver of life, and Rock upon which I stand
I am daughter of our Lord/born of goodly parents
I dwell in a dusty, deserted land of the sun
Its harsh heat/no match for my unyielding strength
Double-tap to like
Like the filter or the person it hides
Hides the flaws and imperfections
Perfect imperfections
Flawless creature but with weaknesses
Weakness is strength
What on Earth am I supposed to do when
I can't speak out can't scream?
How am I supposed to fly over seas when
You hold me under down on the ground?
I'm ready to run, go running across the fields
Scared screams fill the streets,
As they watch their city torn,
From the roots of the trees,
To the fields of corn.
Their small homes fall,
And burn to the ground,
With flames so tall,
I am writing to let you know
you are not alone.
No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes.
For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know
your heart is not a fight club.
Eyes, nose, lips, Flawless.
Glasses, nose ring, braces, Flawless.
Silky brown skin all among the ends.
Locked Up
Life in this prison ain’t really so easy for you
You on the streets going back and forth to Juvie.
No filter
No color
No life
Just me
No perfection
Many flaws
Reality
The real me
Not what I hope to be
Not what I want them to see
Praying to my god
Testimony say im saved,
police got me under heat,
youngins screaming what you claim,
you know the street, its anger pumping through my viens,
I look up and see the stars
They shine so bright
Lighting the sky,
Admired by everyone
I want to be like them,
I'm envious of the stars
But that's okay
one day I will join them.
Have you ever thought about the possibility that one day the Earth will have no more food?
Journey Toward Success
I've always wanted to succeed,
To show people what all I can be,
Im flawless, im stylish, just hear me im high pitched, you caint forget, your obsessed im flawless, none
the less. im elegant with a heart like an elephant, with a soul that could be heaven sent, but i swear to
Self-seen
The strongest I've ever been
A societal strain
Recites lies and prompts pain
But I
Refuse the abuse
Fight hostility with happiness
And affliction with bliss
To be durable
I am flawless.
You are flawless.
Our flaws are less than our beauty.
Isn't that what it is?
Not perfection,
Imperfection.
Not the hungering in a young girl's stomach
I have two diseases that will always control my life
They have been a burden, a pain, a constant strife
They tell me when to eat, sleep, and cause me to cry
But I know I cannot give up, I just have to try
I am one of the Flawless,
The ensemble of ladies and gentlemen,
Who choose to be lighthearted and humble,
Underneath the beating blanket of society,
Underneath the glamour ,
and glitz,
and cotton,
Who am i?
Am i a man with lost strength?
What am i?
Am i a freezer with no heat?
Where am i?
Am i in a mental prison for my insecurities?
Why am i ?
Am i here to preach love and destroy hate?
I am not perfect.
Mistakes are my best friend,
So I practice saying sorry.
Awkward was a word made just to describe me,
So I keep my head down.
I laugh at the wrong times,
I am not perfect.
Mistakes are my best friend,
So I practice saying sorry.
Awkward was a word made just to describe me,
So I keep my head down.
I laugh at the wrong times,
I am a witch
a heathen
a child of the earth
I am hidden behind masks
of my own design.
Masks that hide the fraying thread
that is my anxiety
I am a witch
a sad night at 2 A.M.
Hearing the lashing tail
as it waves snow away,
coldness never seems to fail.
Although the snow seems to fray
as Summer begins to unveil.
The ground begins to harden
I am one person
Yet I am also many
I can take many shapes and size
To fit my surroundings
Sometimes I'm a gentleman
And sometimes I'm a punk
Do I know who I am?
I am many yet I'm one.
It's sloppy It's weird, but heart racing, this love is something to be feared.
Tongue dancing, romancing, entrancing.
Behind all the filters,
my pictures hold natural beauty.
Behind the makeup and touch-ups,
I have freckles that engulf my face.
Behind the smiles,
I hold back years worth of overcome struggles
Doing something you hateTo get white thumbs of like
Being alienated ina place made to socialize
Culture of connectivity?Results: futile activities!
2015 will be the year
It will be the year I honor and respect my parents
It will be the year I love
It will be the year I am thankful
It will be the year I think before being quick to speak
2015 will be the year
It will be the year I honor and respect my parents
It will be the year I love
It will be the year I am thankful
It will be the year I think before being quick to speak
Without my filter, I am Vulnrable
I have no sheild to hide this flaw
This flaw is caused by my own infliction
without my filter I have no juristiction
The bad that I see, apparently no one saw
She never knew she could love,
and love so very deep.
She had a dream one night,
when she was in REM sleep.
She saw herself in-love,
with a guy that was so great.
Her mind was in Hawaii
Dancing under waterfalls,
Wandering through rainforests,
Picking tropical flowers and
Putting them in her hair,
Simmering on sandy beaches,
And gazing at the stars.
Im me,
My Dark Skin, You Cant Change
Rough Hair, Cant Change
My Standard and Vanacular, Cant Change
Strong Walk, Wont Change
Hard outside, Soft inside Cant change
Just 5 things that stay the same
"The Spelling Bee is tomorrow kids, go study your words."
Watch me win the Spelling Bee and beat all those nerds
Later at home I took it straight to the dome
Read the dictionary till i landed on zone
I do not care what others think,
Facing a mirror, tears when I blink,
Made in God's image, this I know,
But through the damage, it does not show.
I act as my own worst critic,
I am me with no filter
I am pure with no filter
I am myself with no filter
As beautifui women, men, and couples descend across my Facebook feed
I stay pure, and unfiltered
The reason I am flawless does not come from society
Society everyday tells me I am less
I am not smart enough
I am not skinny enough
I am not kind and I am not selfless
For as long as i lived on this planet i still haven't found myself
I feel as if I'm different from all the books on the self
Pretty hair, perfect smile
Shining eyes, thin waist
Eyes on you all the time
Let the boys chase
Unrealistic expectations
A voice, a kind spirit
A dreaming heart, a fearless soul
Longing in separation creates,
Decisions of despairation that will awake,
The young man who ought not to be woken.
The rise of the sun,
Starting a day that is broken,
Eyes closed for some time,
Do you see this skin just sitting around my bones?
I know you may not like it, but i have to call it home.
It's all pale and freckled, except for these little red spots.
Me without a filter
is a home without the realtor
I'm independent
I'm meant to be more than
what society's telling me
selling me without the sticker
that says I'm old, off the kilter
Let's take a guy - hey, let's call him Joel.
Joel's a jock. You know Joel; big guy, beefcake, brawny. Brainless? Maybe. More like motionless.
Im feeling all the fears
I feel dead inside
I need a pen and paper
and a thing of cyanide
Some say she's simple
They think she's easy to figure
But these people know very little
She walks through life with vigor
She's not an angel
But nor is she the devil
It started on a white day, before seventh block.
You grabbed a seat next to me, to start table talk.
I thought you were quite bold and different, indeed.
First we need open minds that could in brace new things, second peace with our inter self and with everything in the cosmos and finally a love for everyone
I am beautiful
I am intelligent
I am different
I am one of a kind, there is no one like me
I am lovely
I am loveable
I am loved
Physical and Personal trials
That have changed the person I'm am by miles
I lost my dad and it hurt
My heart shattered in the dirt
No he is not dead
But that is all that can be said
When I was seven-years-old, I was called Snail.
That is a nickname that has stuck to me as a female.
It is odd, but there is a reason for that informal title.
The day has begun and I'm still here,
Awaiting for your presence to bring me cheer.
"Anormal", "Wrong", "Needs To Be Fixed", "Queer!"
That's but a small bit of the everyday soundtack that I hear.
"No, I don't want a Kiss.", "I'm not broken.", "Please don't touch me there!"
I stare at the mirror
Watching anxiety pour
My dignity crawls beneath me
Heaving on all fours
All of the pain, sweat, and tears come down to this
The bonds built will be tested
It wont be easy
Young
Learning
Unknowing at times
Shy
My childhood had all of these
Like a cherry blossom waiting to come up,
it took me time to be who I am today
My childhood was different.
Camera, Camera on my phone.
Filter away all my flaws,
Surly I do lie,
but beauty is key ,
Without filters,
We shine flawless like gems,
Now we see eye to lens,
Simple beauty,no trends.
Do You Really See Me
She is smart
She has a 4.0 GPA
She will be successful
How could she not be
How could I not be
I have the envied life
I have everything
How much do people pay to get hair my color?
Everyone asks if I know, but no one gives an answer.
Albino blonde does not come from a box.
Though my eyes are weak, I see more than most:
My face is not my canvas
I can contour
I can paint
I can outline
I can manipulate
I Cannot tell a story
I Cannot move others emotionally
I Cannot be studied
My real canvas
Who am I you may ask?
Look no further than my exquisite past.
I am the girl with the beautiful, bouncy, blonde hair.
I am the beauty without a care.
You want more from me?
Liberal civilian lady
weds Conservative military man
= Creates unique offspring baby
Springing off to my future plan
I flew straight into the center.
A ghastly little stream, influencing the earth
turning the flower petals gold
It sways in a brisk bree ze,
and curls with the use of goose greese.
It can point like the horns of a springbok antelope,
and saturates in juice when eating succulent cantaloupe.
This poem was entered in my contest of Eber &wein publishing in the book "Beyond the sea" i didnt win the contest but I was a finalist
Looked at my reflection unsatisfied,
The details of my insecurities weren’t classified.
I scanned my body up, then down,
Then I gazed into my 2 big gates of brown.
Shh, listen can you hear?
That thing that articulates from there to here
That's my voice that bounces off the walls
That voice thats so hard makes you wanna fall
You can't hear? Then listen louder
I Wish
I wake up and dress my face up in camoflague to protect me
My true values bottled up from my adversaries
Skeptical whether not to expand my horizons
Corrosive stares deteriorate
the fragile filter my fears create.
This pseudo sense of normality,
is a dam for my creative profligacy.
Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
I am #...
Always almost absent
Beautiful beyond boundaries
Constantly causing chaos
Desperately desiring dreams
Extremely enigmatic
Ferverously faithful
Grateful good girl
I am that bird in the sky,
the bird that everyone admires.
Simply because I am free.
Freer than I even want to be.
So free I could feel the wind beneath
these wilted wings.
Snap! I've been captured!
But luckily it wasn't me.
It was the person I wanted to be.
Beautiful butterfly, hilarious hipster
but don't forget, that was just the filter.
The real me struggles daily
Shutter Snaps
Perfect Picture
Fancy Filter
But which one?
Sierra? no
Sable? no
Sutro? Yes, that's perfect.
110 Likes...
But Who Am I,
Behind the filters?
Who Am I,
I am a hard working student athlete who loves to have fun
I wonder how my classes will measure up to my standards this year
I am anxious to get the cobwebs out of my brain
I am determined to get an education
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Alleys and attackers.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Avalanches and alligators.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
Time has no filter, It is infinite, confusing and raw to the core.
The days slip through our finger tips,
Becoming a thick, mudded pile.
Be careful of the clock that ticks.
Broken by the empidement past In time we have all been last I break in tears from the sight of laughter But break in joy knowing what's after Hurt by the offending sides But healed by my defending tides Lovely
Abuse is like a dream.
You wake up with confusion.
Wondering why this happened to you?
It seems too bad to be true.
Get your life.
I wouldn't pay a penny for your thoughts.
Actions speak louder than words, but my silenced thoughts speak louder than actions.
I am me
under these clothes
behind those filters.
I am me.
No bright light to make my picture brighter.
No filter to make me lighter.
I am me.
Who am I with all these unspoken words?
A child of Suess and a daughter of grace,
in this whimsical world I was kindly misplaced.
On an island of misfits I took to my tongue,
like the martyrs had spoken my brilliance begun.
An impefect body, and imperfect voices...
A flawed individual with many flawed choices...
A heart of gold, and a mind of steel...
Will anyone see me behind my translucent veil?
An iron hue hung in the air
I flung out my arms in desperate dispair
My heart quivers with unreleased tension
Breaking
For it knows not
The metallic scent burns sharper
I am overhelmed
The one thing im best at
is doing my best
doesnt matter what it is
school, sports, service projects
sweeping the floor or saving the world
when i commit to it
i give it my life
Looking into the mirror,
Wiping away the tears.
A new day is ahead
And a new face appears.
No one can see past
The cover that is shown,
But nobody really understands
What is called the unknown.
ba dum dum
i play the drums
rat a tat tat
i aint got no tats
ba dum dum dum
i like my snare drum
rat a tat tat
i even play in the tub
The controlling controller roams in
her controlling world, thinkinking highly
of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys
she embarks on.
Her blanket is her cape to escape
Perfect in the eyes of others;
Flawed in the eyes of the mirror.
I have stretch marks that show I have lived and grown.
Flawless.
Perfect, Persistent, perpetually Precise;
I pay attention to detail more than it'll suffice.
Flawless.
Unique, United, uniformly Univocal;
No one really knows me
I'm not sure what they see
But from the way they talk and look
At me
I know they don't feel close to me
Don't they know they're all I have?
The beauty within yourself is based on conciousnes
Most people seem to always brag about what they have,
Others just tend to whine about what they don't,
I'm more in the midle.
I've lived most of my life behind a curtain.
Those tender, shaky
Seconds just before a performance,
Auditoriums and microphones are a part of me.
But when I was younger,
They only meant singing and
There are many parts to me
Stereotyes
Characterisics
Looks
I feel at each deserves a place in my heart
For I would not be me without it
As each misshapen bit
Truth be told abot me
Things you coul never dream to know
Wind is a trusty treasure that makes me feel free
Glossy green marbleClicks beneath heels of black bootsThe sun glints through stained glassGlowing colorsGlass storiesPainted picturesEmerald light shines brightly upon my face
If life easy was not hard
then attempting is not available
If half of me is going insane
And point five has a vision blurred
You must be crazy two
Thoughts of suicide are not scary
There is a mirror that knows all truths
One glance and you'll learn who you really are
Every year it is looked at by the youths
We come to see if we will be a star
I’m on the inside looking out
Biding my time till I can stride out
I push and I pull and I purposefully repeat
But these durable bonds are unbreakable
My unlivable cage is indestructible
I yearn to be free
Modern times are curious.
My eyes see the refreshed feed that refresh me and make me see.
Fancily Photoshopped fellas “free of flaws” but they are unable to emulate me.
Modern times are curious, see?
Dear Stranger,
My hand grasps yours confidently,
knuckles molded to your foreign form,
you do not know how they shake.
Tremble.
You are not accustomed to bitten nails,
Enthralled to the entity soothingly igniting midnight's azure,
I marveled at the moon’s majesty, formidable brilliance accentuating each contour.
Behind the darkest of closed curtains, I stand
I am tantamount to the forgotten shadow on your wall
On the surface I'm a cat in the headlights,
terrified and clueless
I'm flawless?
Yes.
You, beating yourself up in there, are flawless.
Your A and AB honor rolls
In elementary and middle schools didn't go away.
Sure, they didn't stick around for high school, but
Everything and everyone can be broken down into smaller bits,
But I can't let just anyone wander around with this knowledge.
Look.
Arrant and austere,
Highs and lows.
No in between
Just excessive extremes
Of commendable and baneful times,
Blissful and despairing moments
That altered me
Into whom I am.
I no longer see myself as I gaze at my reflection;
Instead there is someone disturbed, distressed, and decaying
A skeleton girl;
the day begins
determination builds up
the reasons for life
come by and force
to keep on.
as school progresses
my stress goes up,
i concentrate enough
to take down the stress.
The beauty of music is something I can't explain
A perfect picture God created just to keep me sane
But the pictures only perfect when its through my frames
Thinking back on when nobody even knew my name
Spaced out from the liars, shit talkers , homophobic remarks appearing from thin air .
Eyes locked at my chest and jean inprints. As society search desperately for clues.
A silent killer, suicide
It creeps into mind
But stays inside
A silent skiller, suicide
You fake a smile
But cut your wrist
A silent killer, suicide
You say "I'm fine"
A thousand times we needed you. A thousand times we cried. If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
I am me, the little girl who sits quietly , in the corner at the back of the room. i live in my own world, a world full of tears and heart brakes.. but thats ok after all its just me.
I hide behind many curtains
along with anyone I've ever known
its a paradox in the sense that we are all hiding who we are
from people who are hiding who they are
It's ok Grace
even though the race
came in a fast pace
Tracy's gone
long gone away
far beyond the clouds
long beyond the stars
even though she still rocks
the little Tracy now talks
We frequently hear about all of the huge success stories of American companies that be
my peers- striving to be number one
I am not like them, perfection can't be won
whether to find true love or be truly liked
Long legs and knobby knees,
Sit and listen, won't you please?
After that it's kind of fat,
But what's the matter with that.
Then my arms, lanky and gaunt,
Not something I normally flaunt.
Props and patterns,
It's all up to you.
How do you choose to feel today?
You see,
Lately, you haven't been giving yourself enough thanks;
Enough paint to finish your masterpiece.
Three novellas sit unwritten, their words whispered
throughout the crammed corners of my skull.
Two notebooks collaged with cutouts of dresses and deco
hold all hundred poems from the period
Grinding tears out as the ones I love pass away,
Bringing God closer to the heart I hold so frail,
Striving for the last emotion I may ever have,
Battling until the end to save my conscience from the inevitable,
These delicate blades of grass
beneath my bare feet
like her hair before sleep - home.
Weird, Homosexual, Creepy, Autistic, Geek
These labels have never once brought me the grief of intentional bullying.
The lack of them has.
Give them labels to define me,
or they will assign the labels themselves.
Savannah Benson
Beautiful Destruction
Flames;
In my chest.
Raindrops;
On my cheek.
Who am I really? I bet you really want to know. But would that be a good idea to even share and show. Sharing the true me, is really hard if you see, which is why I sometimes push away people and tell them to let me be.
Quiet, apathetic, little eye contact;She doesn't concern herself with what they think.Intimidating, cold and uncaringShe doesn't like them or need their approval.Who she appears to be isn’t who she is.
'Flawless' is of flawed design,
I am not perfect, nor are you,
But knowing that my flaws are mine,
And that they've made me strong with time,
I praise myself where praise is due.
So let's live,
And let love.
Where is this coming from?
My heart says yes,
In you I obsess.
And I'm losing my mind,
But I swear that it's fine...
Just commit me now,
I
Fear the wrath of us monsters, as you wander this land and ponder over our grandeur.
Oh Minolta
Oh Minolta, how I love thee, your frame so shiny, strong, and stable.
Oh Minolta, how I love thee, black and silver, red and green. Leather and metal come together.
"You're weird!"- Who's weird? What's weird? The word weird is weird. How can we determine what a person is? Different seems bad now at days. Why? "You're weird!"- Who's weird?
I live in a world that claims to be modernized
Where acceptance based on race, class, gender is all expected
Now realise, much to my demise
ACCEPTance is EXPECTed but in the end the majority is REJECTed
Scared in a world with a variety of people, the rejects, the nerds and quiet people .
With the people who belong on stages and are natural leaders , those who belong at the steaple.
Am I bound in this one body?
I have such a multifarious disposition that it seems it cannot be so.
Yet I am
Here, all of me.
I lack symmetry,
but doesn't everyone?
yes, sir, you were rude-
that is the stony fruit!
yes, sir, you were mean-
you'll go to hell,
I am a lonely face
searching a heart to rest in
Yearn for a warm embrace
Soft and gentle skin
To protect and nurture
Help that being grow
I will search for her
Till the day I know
On a wet and chilly morning,
I was feeling kind of glum.
So I plopped down on my sofa,
And I sat there like a bum.
I tried to smile brightly.
And I tried to chuckle warmly.
On hellish plains and lost winding lanes,
these are the things that keep me sane.
Imperfect hearts. Lopsided smilies.
Just like life, chaotic similes.
Clouds that hide behind clouds.
That Certain Individual
There is a certain individual,
One whose name I will not say,
But the mere thought of their existence,
Quickly brightens up one's day,
Her smile could brighten up a cabin
Her skin glowed in the summer sunlight
Jesus Christ, she’s beautiful.
Her freckles dotted her face
From this nation full of discrimination
Already judging before any information
The plump couch sits
constantly occupied
but still.
The only audible sound
comes from the blaring
of a well-used TV.
Crumbs clutter the cushions.
A seldom shift occurs.
Abrasive and Bawdy,
Calamitous, Determined, Explosive, Fun, Gaudy.
At first glance I am so self-assured,
It is sometimes said that happiness comes from within,a sort of promise, like a freedom from our sin,but joy stems from another place,separate from our own sacred space.
The Crow's the one who tells the story
With fleeting ebony wings, he comes
To torment the mind
He brings all nightmares into reality
Fates ebony angel
His eyes see straight into the soul
I didn’t want to do it,
But I need to graduated.
High school missing me?
That’s impossible.
Your school has more hours than a day.
Look at your grades,
Now you are afraid.
The print has faded
From the movie ticket of our first date,
Just as our love has done.
I still think about you
Life is a stage hosting a play with an unpredictable plot.
An elaborate play with constant character change,
No set setting,
And an unknown, inevitable end.
BY GILLIAN CLARKE
Think of it waiting three hundred million years,
not a hare hiding in the last stand of wheat,
but a premonition of stone, a moonlit reef
where corals reach for the light through clear
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
Just a pallid portrait in a looking glass
She doesn't see a face that she knows--
Only a pair of sad eyes
Darkened, ancient
Full of stories and secrets she dare not tell
Is it easy to boggle the baffled brain? Shall we begin to believe that to baffle the boggled brain goes beyond the boundary of basic beliefs?
The world was a powderkeg. Someone lit a match.Sitting on a staircasehollowedout by flames. Stillstanding but standingsurrounded by red-brickrubblejust like everything else.
