Allusion
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Easy A-llusion (a.k.a.The Scarlet Letter).
The paved beige stretched over–
Beneath the careless sky.
Didn’t you see the street
The ale house down Wellington road, Bitter ale they sold, But hey, it came with my youth, From cider to beer, all hops - no fruit, A quaint place where the fireplace is lit, never warm, Where nagging and bickering is the norm, Sat by the barkeep
Our turn.
I wonder if I have friends who care for me.
But I do have friends who do not speak.
No, Zephyrus doesn't whisper.
Nor does he kiss the cheek of friendless freaks.
If only you knew
That when I see your face
I let go of my breath
Because everything will be okay
If only you knew
How I replay our conversations
There is no freedom from it
Even in white lilies and organ music
There is makeup on her embalmed face
And men leering over an oak casket
She is an Ophelia
Illusion
With the assurance of the horse of progress
Galloping along this way
The streets by the gateways have been straightened as arrows
Widened and made spacious
Concreted
You keep running from a world you also walk it to the beat.
I learned to roll my cuff to keep my heart offsafe up off my sleeve.
Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in truth, because there is no truth in him.
Pain.
Oh how it throbs.
Like the pulsing shots of agony when you feel the bones in your wrist snap.
Or the emptiness in your eyes or the hollowness in your heart as you feel it begin to shatter into a million pieces.
It is the black eyes with your sweet smile that pierces my heart.
That bold accent that takes me to the clouds and leaves me to the ground.
I have never found my taste and crown in any woman.
It is the black eyes with your sweet smile that pierces my heart.
That bold accent that takes me to the clouds and leaves me to the ground.
I have never found my taste and crown in any woman.
Monsters I call them
Abducting our loved ones
Hunting with no remorse
Breaking their spirit.
Shes the person i confide
There aint no way (There) aint no (Way)
i make my way home Without you Here
Because you my Everything i see you everyday
There aint no way i make my way home without you
i been invincible so dont try anything
i been going hard till i change the Game (Yuh)
im going to go to Vist North carlina when im 18 (No Cap)
im 17 right now (17) (right) (now) My friend Tripple3DDD
If it is God who chooses leaders, then he has failed.
My people are starving. Others are dying
Because of the Man He chose for us.
Nature versus nurture, the spirit versus the mind, who am I at my core and what have I learned from my interactions with mankind?
I quietly lit a cigarette-the terrible ideas always winbecause they can.tempered glass breaks the ice. I contemplated picking up the pieces... but it was a beautiful night... I was lost in a song from another time, and the moonlight
I am from the cities,
The downtown slums.
The ghetto of the ghetto
Where gunshots
is the sound of love…
How can we tell
Just when I thought all hope was gone,you gave me the strength to carry on
As I walk into the land, our salvation is in your hands.
When I opened my heart to you, your love it has guided me through
Love, when I waved at you and said Goodbye,I felt a part of me just wanted to cry,But I knew that I had to let you go,Even though it hurt me more than you know. Our time together was brief but sweet,And in my heart, those memories I’ll keep,Of lau
I always want things that are impossible to have
I always give so much to people, expecting nothing to have
I always put everyone before me even if I shouldn’t be
At times of utter despair
hidden from the world when I sit,
I wonder why I was raised without a father
why was I shown and given people in my life,
loved and supported
became what they became by
The student outside the summer school
Her bhava could she know said either me or you now must certainly
Go dead Don't ask me how i swear in less
Than fifteen seconds she'd circled seventy feet & back to see again
Walking on the street in my own town yet feeling down pains going down my feet Silently walked miles on the road of life the crowd aroud is much live bees in a hive yet am lonely wish i had a home
you been on my mind have a good holiday lilhines i dont need no body else
yall are mad that i like her first you better back offf lilhines is mine i like her
Shaunsterkid
yeah we are in a legend gang dont hate on us please me and LILANDONHELBIG
and Tripple3ddd are in a legend gang yall can hate all you want im going two
SHAUNSTERKID
YALL CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT IM STUCK IN
MY WAYS I LOVE SIXNINE AND JUICE WRLD THERE
GOOD RAPPERS I DONT THINK HE KILLED THOSE RAPPERS
IM SORRY SIXNINE EVEN THOUGH YOU SNITCHED YOUR
im living my Life im trying my best for everyone they are hating im sorry im
doing my thing im sad i m just tired of people talking lot of stuff bout me i
cant stand it anymore im having the worst day ever my friend peja Anne
im living my Life im trying my best for everyone they are hating im sorry im
doing my thing im sad i m just tired of people talking lot of stuff bout me i
cant stand it anymore im having the worst day ever my friend peja Anne
shaunsterkid13
im a Legend yall can hate all you want i really dont care yeah
my life is making people happy im okay im just very tire of
people hate they should know there action always fine there
yeah 13 is my favorite number yall can say what ever yall want yeah
13 forever you are right im trying anything i can im gonna on the top so
can anything rappers im nice two rappers there cool two im gonna be a
13 is my favorite number i wanted two be 13 forever but 13 is my favorite number
yall haters can hate all you want im gonna be a rapper and a legend yall can hate
Keep your kiss, sweet prince, you’ve come,
Now leave me to my slumber,
In dreams where harrowing dungeons crumble,
Gone their gates of lumber.
Dreaming is our souls voice from within.Connecting our brain and hearts true feelings.Dreams are the voice, that needs to be heard.Not like just any, but a black n white picture.
Dreaming is our souls voice from within.Connecting our brain and hearts true feelings.Dreams are the voice, that needs to be heard.Not like just any, but a black n white picture.
Dreaming is our souls voice from within.Connecting our brain and hearts true feelings.Dreams are the voice, that needs to be heard.Not like just any, but a black n white picture.
Dreaming is our souls voice from within.Connecting our brain and hearts true feelings.Dreams are the voice, that needs to be heard.Not like just any, but a black n white picture.
Once we optted for sucess.
Lost justice for consensus.
Time was mine my sentences.
To night i learn tenses.
Friends shift, no for none.
We still lean on loneliness.
Verse i thought too wise.
Once we optted for sucess.
Lost justice for consensus.
Time was mine my sentences.
To night i learn tenses.
Friends shift, no for none.
We still lean on loneliness.
Verse i thought too wise.
At 12 Oclock the day was darkly dark, the seafloor lifted itself in a loud cry, suddenly, a star fell like strings of light on a man.
The super mother— Infinity
Universe Calls stars
for the leap of all creatures
Within individual Paradise
A long trek of time
Dynamic Worlds
How sweet is life
relying on faces
of matching Universes
down the road of hardcore bliss
Glassy tributes
in fragments of classic fragility
variety of fragrances
as magical coordinates
Art is the portal to heaven or hell
A colorful perception of bliss or horror
Waiting to be narrated or manifested
When it is only you
Like two halves of the day,
your perfection will be
Twice a perfect circle in degree
Within diurnal lights of the sky
Sweet romance
Running in fantastic lines
Agreeing with magical future
In embrace of miraculous now
We dream to heal
iHard choices are carved daily
Nothing feels their chill or heat
as their creators, creativity, and consequences.
Years and years, by their charm
Her love serves
Down her heart’s nerves are nerves
In sweet redemption and reflection
Heaven makes their re-election
Oh, sweet help.
When alive
we say so much than thriven trillion words
When our eyes are at their last blink
We say a moment of words.
You are a terrific elixir
Yet you blow your essences up
By enthroning doubts
Like scientists working hard
I yearn for how life loves to love
On the bridge of experience
Every fine day blooming by the tick
We are complete in one another
We are perfect perfection to apex perfectionism individually
We are a temple of each other’s worship
Hungry swords on dying days
Running time in weaknesses find figures from ways
Myths made man bleed with war’s mortality
Peace travels through Fortune’s winds.
Sweet child, within you, sparrows sing blooms
Each day like protocoled steps will lead you
Down Heaven’s aisle of tapping awe and cool
Singing waters sweetly save the world
With each glee of ready drops to sing along
Out there, there is a beauty of a world
Shocks made pulses of her beauty
Each throb tenderly sweet from Earth’s syrupy bosom
Around Earth's Loins of infinite fruity bloom
Seven chakras, seven worlds, seven persons in one
Dreams, reflection, and reality cooperating track of time
Days are booked for awe where deepest desires spoon and fork
One hurts your peace sweet racing heart glacing moan of yearning
The other hurts what you love from films of thrilling affairs
Paths strides in curves
Time tours in curls
God birthed Paths and Time
God is infinitely feminine.
I remember how heaven was
With no worry or war
I took heaven by its word
With no will or choice to veil my gift or hoard.
Behold him, single in the sea
Yon solitary White Rock lad!
Rowing and singing by himself
Glumly; why is he sad?
Alone he rows, and rows further
Into the twilight zone farther
At first I looked at you with this hopeless ambition
This thing that I knew it would be ok
I started out looking at you with confidence
The grief consumes my flesh,
Here I lament over my words!
They lashed and pillowed into my mind
The bones pain a memory of memories-
There is a chill in my body
It tussles with the icicles and
There is a God
And I know damn well because it keeps screwing me over and over.
There is a God
That keeps fucking my life up,
I never gave it my consent.
There is a wall,
It keeps me from going forward.
The smart ones have already run away and the rest are waiting to rot
You admonish me that any struggle requires skills
But any skill here is in vain
Why should I bother to express my views in a vague way
And you. What would you choose, if you truly knew? Would you even want to understand? A dream within a dream, where even the truth is sometimes a lie?
The Core
Our world seems to crumble,
The amount of us seems to double,
When will we open our eyes,
And see the sun's burning fight,
The earth is slowly falling apart,
Whenever I see the river flowing from Fround to Foust fast upon its track
I see the rocks and pebbles moving brown and black
I suppose the waters always moving so I never see the same

Do you believe in love at first sight?
Its a moment of still fright
Your heart suddenly stops it plight
Your soul feels completely light
Your eyes cant blink twice
let's rejoin a journey.
One side of bailey.
Living aside my faults.
Gathering her thoughts.
My chances or her fate.
To apoint us a date.
On a finish i was lazy.
Dear she was crazy.
Open your eyes.long have they waited for you to wake.One hundred years ago, they saw light.Don't you think they deserve to again?
Nothing to write, nothing to listen
Oh! I don't know what happen
It was going smoothly fine
Suddenly, feeled just ashamed
How it feels to be the crush
To the heart, a easy cruel rush
i luv you Abby your the best gf ever when i first met you
you defending me i love it you help me with my probloms
i been wanted to date you but you said yes i luv you babe
ARI IS MINE BECAUSE SHES THE SWEETEST GIRL I LOVE YUH
YOU HATERS ARE MAD HA HA YOUR MAD YOU THINK YOUR COOL
juice is a legend i love that man rip fire rapper
hes died from a cezer i cant belive he died
he was young and just getting started rip
your the best rapper ever i love your music
i work so hard but people dont care i need help im crying i need help with my rap
im so sad and emotional please help me this is the truth i need yalls help i need
SHAUNSTERXXX YO
WERE IN A LEGEND GANG SIX NINE BACK OFF YOU KILLER
SIX NINE I THINK YOU KILLED XXXTENTACION IM THE OWNER OF
LEGEND GANG YUH IM THE BEAST WERE IN A LEGEND WERE BALLING
im depressed because i have a sad emotions i love my world
yeah i doing everything to make kids happy why does six nine
wanna kill me now im so pernoid now i have depression sixnine
im depressed because i have a sad emotions i love my world
yeah i doing everything to make kids happy why does six nine
wanna kill me now im so pernoid now i have depression sixnine
SIX NINE YOU SUCK I DONT CARE ABOUT EVERYTIME YOU BEING
A SNITCH I DONT CARE YOU AINT A LEGEND IM A LEGEND I DONT
LOL SNITCHNINE IM SURGERHIGH GET MAD IM BEEFING WITH YOU
SIX NINE YOU SUCK I DONT CARE ABOUT EVERYTIME YOU BEING
A SNITCH I DONT CARE YOU AINT A LEGEND IM A LEGEND I DONT
LOL SNITCHNINE IM SURGERHIGH GET MAD IM BEEFING WITH YOU
I can't seem to find
Right now I'm not in the right state of mind
It's like I am losing my mind
Searching, trying to find
Something for my kind
Someone of my kind
Someone who won't mind
shaunsterxxx
legends never die i make good songs ayy
all six nine wanna do is kill me ayy im shaunsterxxx
legends never die i can feel my energy getting worse
She was not even old enough to know
The first time she was sold.
Men would come;
Men would go. She could only come;
She could never go.
She always did what she was told,
The more I look at you the more you upset me
The more you hurt me
The more you disgust me
You don't ever move a muscle
You just stay as still as a corpse
SHAUNSTERXXX RIP JUICE WRLD UR THE BEST ARTIST IN THE WRLD
YOUR MY HOMIE YEAH YOUR HIGH YEAH YOURTHE BEST SINGER OUT THERE
YOUR THE BEST RAPPER EVER RIP JUICE WRLD UR IN THE SAFE PLACE NOW
SHAUNSTERXXX RIP JUICE WRLD UR THE BEST ARTIST IN THE WRLD
YOUR MY HOMIE YEAH YOUR HIGH YEAH YOURTHE BEST SINGER OUT THERE
YOUR THE BEST RAPPER EVER RIP JUICE WRLD UR IN THE SAFE PLACE NOW
There comes a time when life tells you to look inward and see what you've become. Your eyes will widen and your heart will pound. It is in this moment that you will see what you truly are.
Someone come teach me how to put the devil behind and see the sincerity in her smile,
Make that memory of the Judas' kiss fade into oblivion,
Cleanse my claws of blood dripping from hearts I've torn,
Because-
What were you wearing is a dead question. It leads to no solution.
should I tell you my frumpy pants hanging on my frame were illicit? That
a shirt she bought a Mormon girl was too revealing, her body too explicit?
That night, my hands were not my own.
My mind- I was not home.
I did not caress, I did not cry.
You did what I was told.
I wanted it all to explode.
I wanted it all to burn at my feet.
We are all so different but yet so much the same, everyone in some way or another will experience some kind of pain we all will heal from this love and pain that is all so real .
shaunsterXXX legends rap emonal
im a legend all the legends are awsome
i becoming a legend i love all my friends
haters are **** jealous i have to bleep it out
the bad words because i dont want to be ****
The sun rises
The rooster crows
Winter dies
And the sun shines
The Earth ripens
Children play and run
Snap
Staring into the aftermath
She’s gone…he is gone
The responsible have fled and now are lost in the pile.
The mouth drops
The tears dry
Snap.
She rises slowly and in pain
When the sun shines over the mountain,
And the sunset is the most beautiful,
And when ships are sinking,
Under the night sky,
from being utterly unconscious about what she is doing,
to being highly responsive to her mind
a soul completely astrayed, out of dumbness
Vicious indeed to have such blessings in your hands
those filthy hands that filled with my blood
strolling in the pavement that I cleaned for you
thus the word conscience can stumbled in your obscure mind?
I hang my head in sullen dread
My soul is dim and weary
And now that light has bid goodnight
My eyes are wet and teary
I take a pause 'fore midnight's jaws
And look upon my future
Yea we're going through times where there's no jobs and there's a riot that you can get rob but we're praising God for our odds so I didn't need any pod so they're people that lie to be praise as that's how they want a raise.
I am a smooth Criminal
And they say i burgle
But I'm not a burglar
Some say my days won't be eternal
But that's too judgemental
I am a smooth Criminal
And i dare to be ethical
You were once neglected by many
All they could see were imperfections
Nothing good could come from you
Tarnished and stained by many
Your heart grew cold for Love
You swore to dissociate from love
It's going to be hard to be inspiring after these words are visible, be wise and speak on event's that may far cry, it's hard to encourage, when some words are a lack of wisdom, being formed as brick of venom.
Excuse me, I beg your pardon,I'm just here growing in my garden.Like everything, I come from a seed,So please don't call me a pesky weed.
Dark thoughts,
Love not seen,
I just needed to know I was loved.
Deep reflections,
Like the sea I’m terrified of.
You are the sand,
My heart speaks a million words per beat wanting and craving that ever lifting dream my heart desires more then your attention my being wants you your whole soul no secrets It's hard to find that one individual That one person who will be willing
Na you dey burst my bottles
Na you dey roll my kpom
Na you dey raise moral
Na you dey ginger me
My Sizing starts enlarging
In you I want to slide and glide
Foreskin and all my soul in yoh I want to plant
It's another day,
Am up refreshed and hopeful
Goodbye kisses planted on her cheek and lips
Same goes for the kids
Out on the streets on with a prayer ib my heart, bless today and may it run smooth and good
करते थे वो हम सबसे प्यार
था उनको सबका लाड दुलार
था उनको अपने दूकान से बड़ा लगाव
कहते थे मुझसे सामान मंगाव
बड़ा ही अनोखा था उनके साथ का ये सफर
पूरी रामेश्वरम का वो प्यारा नगर
I can feel her teeth sink in my skin and her nails grip me like a pen; I can feel the poison deep within; trying to fight what's hurting on the inside a part of me died and the other side I feel alive; walking in this world like Constantine abidin
T'as le droit de quitter
n'importe quelle relation où tu ne te trouves pas,
T'as le droit de quitter
toute histoire où tu ne t'aimes pas,
Mais n'importe où tu vas,
n'importe quand t'y vas,
Si ça te blesse,
You unfasten the buttons on your shirt
loosen the collar
alter the sides
tie the ends into a knot
cuff your sleeves
I’ll say I remember, until I learn how to live with forgetting.
I’m not sure which is worse off.
A body controlled by a mind that refuses to remember what has happened.
I just closed my eyes,
Pulled a heavy breath in,
Staring at the blacks in my closed eyes,
Just started thinking about myself, of who am I right now, where am I standing.. holding up the tempest in my soul...
Hold On Be Strong! 💪
These those dying on the
Bedstead!
Stand
to your feet no defeat. Never let anyone tell you harbour no disease. For the secret of a mighty wealth is a sanely
health.
The dolls creeping, chilling, their hands dragging you down
where the dark space of...
the chilly lonely hole full of dolls parts
the hole gets father as the rabbit falls down the hole
Something we don’t know the cost of until it’s too late
We don’t know the cost until it’s sunk
No primal scream to warn us
We don’t know it’s air until we try to hold it
I know that in this path,
I am alone ...
And it is DARK .
But, I am a Lark .
I am not frightened,
I am not afraid.
I am just exhausted,
Because, it's a long way...
A long way to move on.
Hello my guide, my ill-advised guide.
I see you on my shoulder,
wings bent and mocking a pearl’s features.
Do they gleam with motive or ill-intent
that pushes me towards the moving shadows
A vision where things seemed to be clear
Where people were excited for the year
All was starting to look super swell
Until we saw his helicopter fell
This year already has not been aspired amongst us
sheltering in place has got me seeing you in different shades of your favorite colors/you are like air...everywhere/and between the spaces of these words/our friendship spins endlessly as you tickle my mind with your thoughts, that are
I’m from the dust,From where the wind blows and the sand rolls along the path.I’m from the bird sitting in the tree, (Watching and singing, It smells like fresh air.)I’m from the hot sun beaming on my face, With heat I still remember the
I was 9 when women told me, men are amazing at dine and dash they’ll take their fill
And leave you the bill
Then they come back
Only to take the centerpiece you found solace in
Yagquma ingonyama lahlokoma lonke ihlabathi.
Yinkosi yezilwanyana utat'uDaza ngokugquma:
Ubhonga ulwazi kukhale nezithulu.
Ngudyakalashe umam'uCandlovu ngamaqhinga.
Kakade kufuneka ubenamagqinga ukuze uphumelele.
Let's connect to reality;
turn off the electricity,
lie in the silence that
invades us.
I'll hear you for lack of
the other sounds that
made us
bearable, one to the other.
She danced I continued my flute.
Noise out of her anklet my craze.
Eye's on her, soul out of breath.
Don't express my gratitude.
You could ruin up this moment.
Emotions set up on stage.
I was in myth
And standing by her side
In the ownness of life and width
I took her to bed and sat aside
Shooting for sport and we are the kill
Using our voices till time goes still
We scream, cry, and pray but there is no change
God himself can feel this pain
The peace rose tenderly tended grows,
In multiple seasons through out the year,
It’s opening beauty dispels war’s fear.
And tokens of friendship with a foe sows.
I grow the creamy hued rose in my heart,
The peace rose tenderly tended grows,
In multiple seasons through out the year,
It’s opening beauty dispels war’s fear.
And tokens of friendship with a foe sows.
I grow the creamy hued rose in my heart,
And my laces are so weak
Staring through them makes me weak
I have got nothing to turn to this week
So, why don't you come over and make me weak.
Music has been sounding different of recent
Without reasonable doubt it's deterrence
Has an effect on the listener
Listen to it and you'll see what I'm talking about
Ms. Rona certainly turned out to be a bitch.
She has taken everthing from everyone.
Our rest, our family, our friends, our world
She's taken over my entire life.
She's a devil, that Ms. Rona.
Behind closed doors, the enemy lingers
Among us did it grow strong
Prowess just like the Ninja's
Closeness was our only wrong
Fear grows across the globe
Streets are empty as we hide
Behind closed doors, the enemy lingers
Among us did it grow strong
Prowess just like the Ninja's
Closeness was our only wrong
Fear grows across the globe
Streets are empty as we hide
Behind closed doors, the enemy lingers
Among us did it grow strong
Prowess just like the Ninja's
Closeness was our only wrong
Fear grows across the globe
Streets are empty as we hide
Behind closed doors, the enemy lingers
Among us did it grow strong
Prowess just like the Ninja's
Closeness was our only wrong
Fear grows across the globe
Streets are empty as we hide
It was a wild night, even you agree;Under this Blue Moon, we dress in fashion;Whether we are rich or poor, gold or green;This night is just a human creation; Illuminate our so-called status now;Tonight, Leo's at Mars, so come with us;Let's party,
Alice slept to the sound of lullabies
In her sister’s lap
But I have to sleep to your allegations,
Blames and insults
Thrown at each other
Like arrows
And I hurting crossfire
Subjects that of others to Her Power and authority is Her unique destiny that yet liveth in Her DNA unknown,
To control the atmosphere Her forehead and Her eyes were created unknown,
The music that streams from the unfathomable cosmos
Touches my heart and my very being every single day.
Oh! I hear it when the waves kiss the sand in deep eros
Music is what I love the most.
I listen to you all the time.
I can make you when I use Ambleton
I can play you through Youtube, Spotify, Soundcloud, and itunes
I, we play all day we sleep all night
food it keeps us connected
drugs they keep us safe
power it is endowed
credit cards go on forever numbers never ending I'll share with you my food stamps my pin is 7526
The Sound
Notes, Tunes, Frequency, Vibration
The chills, The freeing Spirit
It heals, It inspires, It brings us to one
It can be really fun
I circle round and round
Impressed by what I see
Content
Listening to silence
I walk alone
Watching images
My mom says we have to leave our home to a new special places for Jews like us. I don't really understand what she means. We only get to bring a few things but strange men are yelling at us to hurry up. I decide to bring my giraffe.
My heart drips away,
Hollow splashes in my stomach
a tune older than time, younger than yesterday
when I laid you to rest in the sky.
A clear blue sky.The sun warming the grains of sand that massage our feet,
eating away years of fatigue.Water rolls in and out,
the faint taste of salt lingers in our mouth.
This place is perfect.
Who We Are
Imagine this
Your ancestors living life free,
No worries in the world,
Until foreigner’s land in your city,
Inspiration—what makes us be our best selves;
you ask me what Inspires me
what gets me on my feet;
What gets me on my feet, I tell you, is hope—
hope for a brighter future—
You blame me for every tear fallen,
You say I forced you to join the darkness,
You say I stole you from the light,
Yet you continue to consume me whole.
After years of observing you,
poisoning your lungs,
Live, die, repeat
As the Sun ascends and falls
I grow older - seemlessly, though.
Open the door
And morning explodes.
Opportunities.
Rebirth.
How great are these Days?
Sometimes the soulRises up. Dances in the sky. SometimesIt liesDefeated on the ground. •Somtimes theWind gently blowsThrough the fieldsOf corn. Sometimes it turnsTo cold and wet Leaving all the earthCompletely shorn. •Sometimes the nightIs stil
We used to hang out everyday.
I did whatever you would say.
The days you weren't there, I was blue.
you even killed my best friend too.
It's already January and it's not much longer,
We are breaking promises, as they have passed,
We give up cigarettes, lose weight, light up dreams,
February welcomes us with half dead.
To surprise you with these bars would to be to let you in on my scars leaving your mind set while same time still pulling people cards so let your guard down when you listening all truth with no gimmicks i say the sky ain't no limit.
Those golden pools
searching, learning, wanting
I looked into your eyes
And surprisingly I found it
Where on this shall I get a bit of peace?
Where shall I find a real friend who will forever
Remain with me in happiness and temptations?
Who on this earth will guide and or laugh with me?
Cold fire
Frozen flame
Chilling blasts that freeze thy frame
Shudders shake thy trembling face
Mist surrounding
Ice abounding
Lodged deep in fire blue eyes
That frozen steel doth glint so bright
I quickly rise to the sound of birds yelling
boom!
bam!
bop!
watch out for him, he always gets me
run they say
RUN!!
Sing Swan song
This is how our cries to blank void
Becomes a joyous song
Sing Swan song
For a death and rebirth in Christ
Let the sound of our voices
Enclosed in defeaning silence
a flower,
the emblem of growth
known to blossom and flourish
has been trampled
she struggles to grow anew
all willpower flattened
Those naked men came again
With their quivers capacited to teeth
And their shoulders laddened
With the ammunition and rifles of wrath
All carried to extract lives
Machines hang on their backs
The pit-shades have unfolded
And unspeakable has been spoken
The cover of the darkest of the heart
Has been opened
Eyes of sympathy have sprouted
The boisterous world has gone silent
I am tired.
I am overworked and underpaid.
I am consumed and worn out.
I am away.
Because I Love You.
I am trying.
I am pursuing and conquering.
I am progressing and succeeding.
I remember when I was your “sister”
But things changed with a certain mister.
I never thought I would be replaced
While my hurt was written on my face.
Texas.don.g.nutt59.poem.butterfly she get butterfly she got from the sun up to the sun down in an out the sunshine she flys so high beauty i see beauty i seek the best to ever yet to come butterfly give me a peek a sneek to the cheek of beauty of
Catch 22I rather be mute, than misinterpreted Because I take pride in understanding. But the less I say gives off more of a-misunderstanding.
Inspiration
a whispery-sounding
word
for something so big
It can come like a
Flash - lightning turns the
shifting sands of
Thought
to glass, clear as crystal
Or softly
The Raven(ous) The black raven knocks on my window. Like her, it is hungry, dark and smart. It flies off, leaving me lying on my bed, wanting. Her palm on my mound resting then lowering to stroke my moist lips. Our mouths greedy for more kisses.
Rain will bring some good we hope
After what this heat has caused
Arid burning floors and walls
Hygroscopic skin and clothes
Heated heads, building malaise
Parchéd tongues and spiculed throats
A cunning, thin man
leads a pack of wolves
to steal the little darlings of Ashley, Kansas.
A magician of sorts
who pins up tents and forts;
piked up deep in the forest for youth's entertainment...
Change
is the hardest part of growing up.
My senior year began with anxieties
and profound sadness
over a falling out
with my close friends
inspire [in spīr’] originally, to breathe or blow upon or into
i.e. plants inspire us
i.e. we inspire plants
i.e. I breathe because of what has been planted before me
He looked up with guarded eyes
He looked me in the face
Carved his name into my ear
Tore the skin out of my lace
Medusa
Beautiful;
Innocent;
Free.
Medusa
Raped by Poseidon,
Villainized by Athena,
Slaughtered by Perseus.
Medusa
Any switch mimicked day,
allowing customers to watch the display.
A silent man waited for his cue
to bring the stage into view.
I was unaware of your tricks and schemes from the beginning,
but now I am more talented than Orpheus himself.
You see,
I watched you lure many girls towards you,
Drip, drip, drop, drop goes the rain falling down outside
Everything is calm in the small towm
When soon comes a heavy sigh
In the window a face appears, along with a little girl who hair is brown
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
So Jill came tumbling after.
Jill up to run, called 911, and frantically waited,
PYGMALION & GALATEA
In the days of old, humans worshiped art
while the gods watched from above.
Poets opened their veins and bled out rivers of red desire
All sad stories start the same
Kinda starts a while back
On a bench you could be asked
“How does it feel to be black?”
My name is Ahab:
king of all of Judea,
king of all I can be,
king of all there is but me.
There’s girls from forgien lands
when orpheus led his wife out of the dark,
through the nebulous host of gathered souls,
in that moment before
the first breath out of water,
Even in its drunken state, the dragon seemed awake.
Those fierce jaws gaped wide,
Blood and saliva dripping down,
And its tongue rolled in lust after my flesh.
Politics
You can be real dirty
Only we see your sanctimonious airs of supposed transparency.
Before the polls,
You make great promises of progress
You are the Moses, sent to save us
Her unseeing eyes see me,
More clearly than I could ever have dreamed.
Her kindness envelops me like sunlight,
Chasing away terrors that have haunted me since the day
Phorcys and Ceto, two siblings so close,
They birthed three healthy gorgons out of passionate throes.
Two of the girls had interests that align,
The Queen, in all her beauty
watch her majasty dangle
upside down
from the cosmos
hands reaching in regret
(or vain desire?)
frozen
in stone and stars
cemented in endless astronomy
When the flowers claw their way out of the barren ground
And bloom into the blue of your eyes
Will I be reminded of you
I remember the day I first saw you
A statue, mourning the loss
Spiralling Spiralling Spiralling
A one way trip but she's blocked
Left, right, up
Too much for goddess of madness to concoct
It won't go through
She can't get in
Had to bid adieu
To left, right, up
The Holy Grail empty,
Arthur raises his glass.
The bartender gives a look
As Arthur downs his glass and raises it once more.
Surrounded by his closest friends,
The Holy Grail empty,
Arthur raises his glass.
The bartender gives a look
As Arthur downs his glass and raises it once more.
Surrounded by his closest friends,
Gods, kings, and heroes
Were all woven from different materials,
But a common thread in each
Came from their ability to dream.
Anyone in the arms of Morpheus
The lightning strikes on society,
Society split into two.
Zues’s bolt creates a divide that has never been so vast.
A divide bigger than Mount Olympus,
The lightning strikes on society,
Society split into two.
Zues’s bolt creates a divide that has never been so vast.
A divide bigger than Mount Olympus,
My Momma says don’t search for love but I’m always looking for you,
I collect the stars and weave them into a picnic blanket,
They cover the sky like little tiny eyes,
Walks with skirt hissing the floor
Noise rages all over
She smiles wide as the celebration has begun
Symphony of clattering of bones blend with the drums
Found Miclantecuhtl soon after
The turbulences of Winter, Spring, and Summer pass
Enthusiasm swells as home can now be viewed
In the distance yet on the horizon
Though I am advised to exercise caution--
Father Time
It wasn’t my father but I allowed himYou must understand I had no controlHe was very well structuredAs he stood there with structureManners you couldn’t forgive.
By: Amelie Ando
Feelings Inside Dreams
A feeling inside me creating butterflies,
As words spill out with a warm breathe,
My heart pounding,
Once, Nuwa shaped the skies with shards of shattered stone and turtle legs,
But that was long ago; now you can find her in a skyscraper.
An old Man lies dying
In the cradle of his birth.
Choking, Burning.
His breath grows shallow,
And his eyes fade dim.
In doom, he is
In the spring, the newborn sunlight glistened through her partially bleached hair.
Her eyes sparkled in the warm daylight, as they glazed over the fiction novel she rented from the library.
Goddess of the war
The war storming in her head,
she of strong will and knowledge
Walking the halls striding closer, Ever closer
Each drop fell, bringing with it a taunt over our own depravity.
It shouts, “Liar, Schemer, Thief, Murderer, Adulterer, Covetous- Human?”
Well sir, in your flawless plan, there lies all but one fatal cavity.
Don't look into the past
Don't look for things that gone
Don't try to change things you've done
Don't be a victim of the past.
I know it last
Oh Hedley Kow,
You’ve done it again,
You made another great commercial somehow!
I’m glad you love Chick-fil-A,
And you can turn into a talking cow in his cow pen,
Swift, yet run down, there he is
Too much to send
So many trips end to end
Everybody placing messages in his hands
He’s trying and trying to deliver them
Over the internet
What’s truth?
A first generation latina
Making it out the ‘hood
And attending a prestigious university.
She comes back home,
Long long ago,
But not too long ago
There was a time Wence hope did not prevail
For a kingdom was Torn apart and
never put back together
Wings out stretched, feathers fluttering in the wind.
"Don't go towards the sun," they said. "you'll fall to your death"
So Icarus stayed low
Why is it a sin to bloomTo bloom means to express yourself in someone elseSo why is it a sin to bloomTo bloom means to be freed from the inside outIs it a sin to find yourself?Is it a sin to find someone else?The Christians believed that there is
Myths never die but change
Conspiracies change but die off quickly
Legends live on until society deems them unworthy and changes their history
Myths never die but change
Conspiracies change but die off quickly
Legends live on until society deems them unworthy and changes their history
Thor the God of Thunder and Lightning was a fearful God of Norse mythology
My wilted leaves started to bloom when bare boughs shaked against cold
My quivering breaths remained in rhythm when literal death approached
My blemish blossoms exposed their glamour when admirers setback
I walk amongst blank faces
People, names, of different races
Old and young and bold and dumb
They welcome me into their town
THE FACT THAT MAJORITY WANT'S THE WAY I ENSURE POLITICS GRANT'S NOT THROUGH A BARED FEET,BUT THROUGH THE NAKED EYE'S IT'S NOT ABSURD,UNDER THE PALM'S POLICY AND SUPREMACY UNDER THE SAME UMBRELLA THAT'S ALL FOR A GOOD DEMOCRACY HAVING A TRUE FACT,F
The phantasm of collectiveness
We seem to surrender when the battle was almost won,
We seem to celebrate when the battle is lost,
Enjoyable yet hollow is how it goes
Your life doesn't seem to grow
With each day you seem to die away
Getting away is the only way to live
The exit is right in front of me
Narcissus
Tall and handsome
Dreamy eyes and soft hair
Kind features, complexion fair
He was beautiful
And he knew it.
But what's wrong with that?
Girls go to college
for knowledge, apparently
knowledge brings power
The world is heavy.
We carry the weight of our futures while struggling through the present.
I push my stone up a mountain for three days.
Parking ticket.
I wake up at the bottom of the hill and push again.
owtexas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,she,me from my very polite manner ball for the night she me by the way i am she me comeing from where im from she me down to the touch to the stroke the feel she groans im to real she me from my status to my manly vibe i
texas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,tender kissing kissing you all day all night long so tender you are to me pretty lady sexy girl step under the christmas missoletoe so i can tender kiss you alot more to the breakof dawn your lips your body your love lip l
texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,flipping,layed back behind the wood lets get theflipping understood lean back in the fly ride hand from side to side reap ya hood threw the trunk on pop swangg bangg turn the musical funk up a notch full weed pull blow puf
tting switches im up im texas.don,g.nutt.59.poem.hitting switches im up im high im on knodd leaning in the slabb seat three wheeling in the 3rd coast this one for my cali folks my peoples im in it just point blank win it stole it peeled off top ba
texas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,i got my eyes on you who watching you girl i got my eyes on you for whatever the ocassion choice to be digging you front an center on the spot you know who eyeballing an watching you girl feeling you all over the life when
texas.dong.nutt,59.poem,so hard comeing straight from the streets like straight outta compton im hard from the words from the rhyme from the bottom to the top go hard boy throw down any city any town any spot any shine i go hard you know the name
texas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,river,flow,row row row your boat gentley down the river flow stream its the rock the roll the shake dont break its not a take are a lifes stake this riverflow,as the river stream goes an go in it deep let the sail boat roc
texas,don,g,nutt,59.poem.stormy storm weather twisted an bad a twirl of the wind a powerful spin the whirling an hollaing from a helluva wind its the thunder the lighting bolts who strikes across the sky im wet the storm is dripping an wet the sou
texas,don,g,nutt,59.poem,thugg,love,thugg ove withpassion from the hood known in the streets this thugg love is greatly thugg from the pants that hang an sagg thugged out like bone thugg this one know to be cuz thugg love the one she wants the one
texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,dance with me ooh my lady your such a beautiful girl from around the way lady take my hand an dance with me let me be ooh girl the one to take you off your feet an sweep your mine away make your heart belongs to me ooh bab
texas,don.g.nutt59,all about you,all about you ooh girl im all about the sexapeal the bodily thrill of a tendaronai such as you,all aboutyou from the minute the ,mounment the second my eyes shined to you,looking at you straight up an down how
texas.don,g.nutt59.poem,one love.one love i am one love i is one love i give one love for real one love they know one love i flow the way my real love goes one love is true one love all about one love they say they see only one love gets a real ma
Hermes, could you send this for me?
I need to tell her to get milk and maybe
something for dinner tonight, minestrone?
And Hermes, while you're here, tell
my friends where I am. Take this selfie
a girl is not her own
a beauty, an object, a desire
denied by love, denies love - death
rip her heart, rip her clothes
rip her hair, rip her heart
fire begins from within
fierce and grotesque
Searchingin the chaotic network of crowdpristine window reflectionfiltered introspection
Searchingfor the angle, in achieved attirea polished image trapped in screensblemished existentialism
texas.don,g.nutt59.poem,boyfriend,boy born man grown man up her typa boyfriend the one she knows the one she is the one she feels the one she got the one she with her boyfriend the boyfriend she likes she loves boyfriend from the ,mounment the mi
She grew from soil and bone -- all by the hands of the old man.
She wished to leave and learn the world,
So, cursed from her homeland,
Old Gardner thrust her from her roots.
If I have one day left on Earth, I would choose to look at his face
Cherish, treasure and replace
Tell me Zeus, why you did it ?
We live long if we never know ourselves
Such are the words of Teiresias
For years I had thought to know myself
And which route would be easiest.
But I hadn’t known my true self then
the Sirens cut and ran once the sea rose to swallow their shores.
it wasn’t long before some fishing wire caught their voices by the throat.
it was too dark to see in those black, oiled waters.
Where does the handsome Narcissus belong
In our new modern century?
When in ancient times, the man had been
Left staring at himself in serenity.
Perhaps an actor, he might be,
See it to the authority of Hades,As he decides the fate of souls
He tells me he's obligated,Bound to the ones who sold their hold
He who will mold the end To not only the dead but this bold heart's decend.
Medusa wasn't cursed
she was protected
her Goddess wanted to give her the world
but when men take without mercy
Athena did what she thought best
even if Medusa was hurting
it’s easy for him to say ‘it isn’t vanity’
when he knows someone out there
is getting paid.
and maybe if he angles it just right,
Dear Past love,
You broke me
you left me
you told me what I wanted to hear
you lead me on
and now all I know is a lie
Everything is dark
I am damaged Goods
Dear Love
the most beatiful gift giving is a mirror
it creates a safe place, everything is visiable
go inside the mirror and be safe
behind the mirror called life
aware of things around
but consciously unaware of them,
I believe that daffodils would fly away
If only the sun would fly with them
But then, would it be a tale like that of Icarus,
Soaring too high towards his freedom
Changing heart, changing mind.
Stuck in the past is a thing of the past.
experimentation, opening doors, broadcasting opinions
Age is but a number and some never live up to that.
you should know that i've been drinking Kool-Aid my entire life.
powder, sugar, water, red.
i can no longer tell if it tastes like anything-
the flavor escapes me.
Laugh
Scorn
Ridicule
But my freedom you will never take
Drag me to my feet by broken arms
Let me tell you somin
about growing up
it’s a crazy train
a busy lane
where everyone speeds
Welcome to high school
This wasn’t the first time I saw someone on a hospital bed. With their body’s unproportioned, their body a different color, their eyes showing a slight disconnection from the world, but here it changed.
Words can enumerate my knowledge.
Words will not gain my knowledge.
It's The Common Stree
that will get me there.
It's The Common Street
that will have me fair.
Words will get me
what's worse?
Having to set up for a Christmas party or hosting a party your parents were supposed to throw?
what's worse?
seeing your mother sobbing hysterically or keeping yourself from doing so?
What's worse?
And I’m back, once again at the drawing board.
I know life’s a rollercoaster
And I’ll have bad days,
But I always find myself back here;
Come with a headache,
Write with a heartache
Let us pray!
I never said let us close our eyes,
For like ISIS
Crisis come in seasons,
But He, through love,
Guides based on deeds and reasons,
I can tell about 1914
Let us pray!
I never said let us close our eyes,
For like ISIS
Crisis come in seasons,
But He, through love,
Guides based on deeds and reasons,
I can tell about 1914
Let us pray!
I never said let us close our eyes,
For like ISIS
Crisis come in seasons,
But He, through love,
Guides based on deeds and reasons,
I can tell about 1914
To begin with, I was born in Texas then I moved to Florida a long time ago when I was four years old. I still live in Florida today.
I was 16, careless, and just enjoying my life
Not a care in the world or one soul kept in sight
Until I heard the loud bang and seen the metal door dented, it felt like a knife
Maybe after all 17 years my body has adapted to my surrounding
Maybe instead or seeing through rose-colored lenses of oblivion or through the shattered glass of the vase hurled at the wall, my vision is crystal clear.
The whole situation makes me think
that I’m not ready for anything,
or the fact that I should prepare for what comes next--
a assignment should do,
Daylight is consumed by sirens and American themed lights
Cuffs fly around six packed in a Honda, wondering 'Is this a fair sight?'
As the sun comes in
my coat starts to change
but not enough to alter my color.
when the rain falls down
i start to make sounds
but the big kids view me as an “other”.
The winds pick up
Eleven seats of a multi-faced deity, where, on the one seat it chews a gum, on the other he spits a bubble, and on the many others she crumples bubblegum wraps.
The body we live in, is not what matters
but the spirit and mind of what we gather.
Shape and size is not what we should rely,
but our inner personality and strengths in ones eyes.
Nor our own looks or disguise,
Whitman you bastard, WHERE IS THE HEART?
To hell with the spiders and to hell with the arts!
My filament is gone and I have forgotten my part.
Sometimes I forget to scrub away my guiltFor not looking back at my flag and waving in return.Mama says go home and eat;Talk and sleep and dance on the crossroad.I need to go home and remember who I amAs I stroll along the sun-colored street.The p
Like a Plant, I grew from a seed. Planted. By my father. And just like a Plant, Out of my Mother I sprouted. I knew my Farmer.
W e jumped into the pool late one night,
E veryone’s clothes still on, ears waterlogged.
L ooking down, I saw my pink shirt
C linging to the cold curve of my hip,
Who are we really when we are shut out of the world.
Not even allowed a bathroom break.
Why are we set aside and over looked.
Jobs, college acceptances, name changes.
Day in and day out.
Through the halls and down coridors.
He walks with vegance.
Little could see nor understand.
Sirens scream as hallways drip.
Thankful to no longer be a target.
Eyes close in the ER.
gym, health, science
classes fill with that unforgettable stench of used textbooks
craterfaces and jockies
everyone with the same yet different
growing and changing
none like the other
Wondering how it feels to be a tree Nothing much to do but relax And live in peace Or so I thought People have been killing many like me The question is what have we done wrong All we do is shield you with our leaves And help you breathe We provi
Off you go, daughter
To a land of your own
For you and yours
To glow, and grow
I love you, and I love you too
We act like we want to make the world a better place
But we turn a blind eye to the problems that the animals face.
We love carriage rides,
I am my ownperson, yet a reflection of mygrandmothers' teachings passed down generations untilthey finally generated a thought in my mind.
Social media news
a trend has come a new
ten years, how time flew
baby faced had no clue what I was getting into
the world was my playground, the sky was blue.
Once, in Paris, when you were very youngYou realized you had nowhere to goSo you took yourself to Notre Dame.Attracted by the stained glass windows,With little to nothing for you to live on,
I am a Black woman
That is full of white folk
With riches and small talk
That a Black person can't stand
Black slaves with ugly honkies
L Lost but never lost
E Everyone staring at me
A Annoyed that nobody will listen
D Defeated but won't give up
E Eyes open wide to the possibilities
R Realization that I truly am a leader.
There's a language in my head
It tells me am not dead
I know I live, am alive
I'm made to survive.
Times have been bad
Some left me so sad
I know I live, am alive
I'm made to survive
The handheld time capsule which
I grasped ever so tightly
greatly captivated me
My train of memory couldn’t
replenish the tracks that lie
I sleep comfortably at my home,
while you stand alert at the border all night.
I weep in the comfort my loved ones,
while you long for hearing the voice of your family.
I complain of hot and cold whether ,
Back again I see.
I've been watching you
From the skies above and I must say that
I'm very disappointed.
Why do you look up
All the time?
We are created without consent
Given to those with supreme claim to us
Molding us in the image they see fit
Until conscientious, awoken from youth
We are expected to live with respect
Day after day, the same nonsense takes place,
The same inaneness under the sky.
Born into life, during the great bloom of morn,
But now, in night’s horizon you cry.
skinny
i thought i knew about skinny
after all, the media showed me
pictures of kim kardashian in all of her
callipygian glory with her 24 inch waist
but no one told me
the story behind
Trying to relax on the night shift
I put up the sign, it says we’re closed tonight, nice and bright
But they keep knocking at the door
Can’t they read the sign?
The rips on those shoes have caused those kids to grow up faster than the rest.
While the others learn how ride bikes and fly kites,the kids with rips on their shoes
A love so dangerous
Every move is the wrong one
Whatever became of us?
Look at what he’s done
Close your eyes
Imagine a world
Where no hatred exists
And there are no enemy lines
Everyone gets along
And there is world peace
Open your eyes
You feel calm
Solar flares of anger blind my eyes
So I put on my Dora sunglasses to block the rays.
Perhaps the world is coming to an end
i. HER
Hot bloodrains downdanger is nearand she has a name
goddess of paingoddess of hurt and heartbreakgoddess of lonliness
This body is not my temple.
Ransacked — the pillaging came and went,
and here I am in the dust, grieving
the child that was lost.
Yet still I remember her:
Yellow
I feel sick
like I'll throw up
he takes me yet I feel nothing
is this what grown men do?
Are situations like these
what adults get themselves in?
Blue
its all I feel inside
Fear is to tangles, no out-
Brain high, mired up.
Face HIGH, Breath HIGH, Thoughts HIGH-
When TALK, You Get TALKED.
Minus the Gratitude, Birth the MAD-
When sight Rich, comes the END of the BAD.
I look up,
I look down,
I look all around.
I cry
I try; but the tears still slide down
No way in this world will I every escape
For, the discouragement you create keeps me in chain and un-new
Calm overwhelms me
Breaking and splintering the anger and painThe words you spoke to me may heal with time But scars take far longer to fade
I stand tall
Hands inlayed with pain
Bleeding from success
Reserved for only one
Yet used by everyone else.
They tremble and shake
I was walking to the park
The sign said it was closed after dark, I don't care
The air was cool
It could've been colder
I saw a man sitting on a bench
Taking turns between his beer and cigarette
I used to be creative
Then I went to school
I used to play outside
Now the air's too cool
I used to have ambition
Living unrestrained
But now my will's been missing
A child sleeps in peace tonight, snuggled warmly under layers of blue blankets, smiling serenely as dreams flutter gracefully across his angelic face.
I was once me,
the plain simple rice,
that lives in a warm bowl protected by other grains.
sometimes cooked, sometimes raw, sometimes burnt, but always me.
How do you write something happy
that's also good?
My efforts always seem to fall short
when I attempt to write
about how the sun feels
on my skin,
because that skin contains scars
To stay or to go, that is the question
Is it nobler to stay and endure the pain he puts on you
because of the love you have for him,
or go and not tolerate such belittlement to a heart as pure as gold
I'm the one they call fear
You can find me in the corners of your heart
I'm the one that seeks your tear
You will never get me out of your thought
I'm the hands that pull you back
I hate you!
I stare at you everytime I want to grow
You lengthen my ladder in exchange for my company
I don’t want you near me!
let's thread a deadly web
through the stars in our hearts.
watch as they
walk away
sway into out hearts.
we'll write them a bed
and we'll bite off their heads,
and they're ours...
Fears, they’re all around
Engulfing us
Holding us to the ground
Enveloping us
Different individuals, different fears
I don’t wrestle with God;
I wrestle with man
From when I first cried
To now where I stand
I’ve been pushed down
Had tears on my face
I stumble through the dark
On a trail unmarked
The rain pounds
But I hear no sound
Droplets drown me
No one’s found me
To save me from this fate
Rain soaks through the soul
A plethora of predicaments race though my mind at best.
which one can I fathom to ponder about next?
Shall I even think of acting upond what my mind stirs about,
or cry my soul asleep by this never-ending drought?
Fear will always be in your head
Fear will always be in your heart,
Fear will always make things hard
Fear will always be right there
Fear is hard to get rid of
You have to push him away,
When I was 6 I wanted to be a superhero.I wanted to fly high above the cloudsI wanted to become invisibleI wanted to be super strong I didn't seem to know about the evil When I was 8 I wanted to be a superheroI wanted people to cheer when they sa
judgements. judgements are deadly and dangerous.
they cause tears to appear from a lake of loneliness.
the lake eventually becomes an ocean and leads to depression.
everyone thinks they know everyone thinks they know what i want but what they
don't know is that they don't know what's going through my mind they don't know
From the gold-wired peacock in mass man,
Entrapping us like the black singer in his bear trap
And to the expendable, brutish, savages that we are
Reason is God, and fear is the Eve who horns him.
I guess I’ve always been afaird of the dark,
The shadows that seemed so daunting.
Almost as if something could leap out from any moment,
Without knowing what they were wanting.
She submerged deep into the depth of her kindness,
Her naivety drowned her, strangled her.
She couldn’t complain, she had done it to herself after all.
Betrayal, disgust, and irritation,
Should I tell of this fear
Encroaching my soul,
Unseen as if a ghosts' shadow
Taking ownership
Tearing me apart.
'What did I do to deserve this?'
Was never a question that crossed my
Mind's eye which so readily flits on time's blunt heel to remind
The ins and outs of a day of the cinematic epics of my failures dumbstruck on replay
Isn't it amazing how everyone can agree on one thing that can benefit the world, and yet do absolutley nothing to help it actually happen?
I hope you find no comfort in a home
I hope your guilt is a tormented ghost that roams through your halls.
I hope in mirrors you see her portrait.
But I’ll never wake
Up black
With long limbs
And midnight skin
Nope.
Because this hand is
Gripping blonde
A spider infested my body and to my body it eats.
Why spider eat mine body while my heart thou beats.
Spider, can't you slit my throat open wide first at least,
To salvage my boat away far to its destined release;
In the Jungle, there is a mystery of darkness and wonders;
There is a war between a mighty beast and a man.
They kill for pleasure and for vengeance;
One day, I want to fly far.
I want to go to a land full of happiness where my past disintegrates in,
gold comes from my scars, and my life no longer starves my heart.
I’d feel like a champion.
Sometimes when you complain all I can think is that 4 million people die every year of dehydration.
Whether your glass is half full or half empty drink that shit and shut the fuck up.
i am able to dance with angels
when the sky sheds millions
of scintillating tears,
that illuminate the earth.
i hear their merry laughter-
That dark slowly consumes me
It’s like inching closer to infinity
Is this what it’s like to not be able to see?
Don’t touch me
Or come near me
when I am looking
more at my past
my nostalgia blues
turns into obsession
I need a time out
and think about
big changes I need
wanderlust in my head
maybe perspectives
What is this life for
If I who sit on this heavenly choir
Cannot sing a song;
If I whose brother composes
Ballads of love and war
Struggle with language's subtle
Nuances.
School is not meant to be a prison but a instution for one to express themselves freely
to learn who they really are and makae friends earn a few stripes
and a few battlescars each person has come so far
Crimson hue shining through,
optics range towards you.
Adulation is indigo and fierce,
when hearts of rouge throughly pierce.
Oscillating love like oceans drift,
SUPER 8
The Big Sur
Road trip
A Dream
Can I dream again?
A Medicine
Can you heal my soul
My Feminine
Oh, Jack
Just hold me
Tight
Dare me
Maybe I care too much
Maybe I need more
Down time
True boundaries
That I can’t see
With my bare eyes
Thrive on dreams
Thrive on strings
A heart to heart
A fact of life
Snowflakes quiver on the
edge of something new,
knew there would be no return afterwards.
The snow collected and stuck together
-birds of a feather-
the land grew cold,
i am red but lifeless
happy and sad
poisonous and deadly
and sinful and bad
i come in many shape and sizes
some big some small
but to all i love all i know
i cause weeping day and night
Steamy flirts
Joyride dreams
Hard on pulsing
Lips ready to stream
whisper eye moist seams
goosebumps curvy lumps
Slipping in and Sliding pumps
together this we own
Sweet grunting moans
There is history told by the seas and ground,
in every corner of this earth around.
There is history to be told bathed in the light of truth,
others in the dark.
Unobtainable,
They said.
Denied,
It read.
Hopeless,
You cried,
Tears in your eyes
As that dream.
Your mouth was like a gun
You loaded it with my insecurities
Held me at gunpoint
Every shot pierced and scarred me
Wounded
There was once a girl who had the world in her corner, but it never seemed to belong to her.
She glanced at certainty.
Such a fickle thing it was.
In all nations the lover givesHe didn't wait a reward every one wants He must give his soul to who lovesEven every thing is bad but who loves must be happy Is the most desire that he tries dailyThe roses smile when their lovers smile also The weat
Janurary
Give me a beginning
of ring rash as a hobby;
Of awareness of all the colors I can turn.
You are on a trip to Oklahoma
And I am on a floor somewhere,
I don’t know why people are very mad and sarcastic of the city that we live inI don’t why people are protesting of our neighborhood that we were killed inI don’t know why people want to fight the police officers for what they’ve done or wouldn
She is my good computer
Because I find happiness whenever I login,
She gives sweet scintillating sounds,
Her speaker is not faulty.
She is my girl, I love her keyboard
slippery devil
clash
into my mind
feels
delicious
naughty
of dangerous time
so, if I stay
with you
I might crave
a short walk
on the wild side
When you won’t see
When you can’t listen
When you don’t know
Don’t blame me
Why attack me for your flaws
It's not my fault
Alright, enough with this nice girl bullshit
It took too long to understand that an open hand can't hold shit
'Cause the more you give, the more they want
There was a time when these mind crimes
Led to some prime rhymes
With a fine line between "I'm fine" and "Am I dying?"
But I could focus on the hardest parts
Earlier in the twilight
I saw the beautiful light
The day has just begun
And long shall it be gone
Although its a beautiful day
The town has grown cold
It is a day in April Bay
Watching, waiting,
The sun rising.
Breathing, falling,
The sun crying.
Upon the horizon,
I know it is here.
The Love of Learning
has paved my way
my mother brushed my hair
the hairbrush hung from a chain
a weak attempt
to not lose something
in this house of Chaos
six children spilling from the walls
F is for Friday’s filled with entertainment
U is for ultimate comedy gold
N is for nostalgia without bound
In a black-birth she was reborn again
Black for all these negative intentions
Black for each time she was held down
Removal of this inocencia, it’s spoken so highly
Start with a bow,
Take a side they said,
Choose your battles.
What is this?
Pulled here and there.
They argue excessively.
Tired of the rules.
Collapsed from the stress.
I couldn’t use a glass pen
For it would break
From the pressure I place
All the words and mistakes
It would break
Nothing will change
Everything will stay the same
They don't remember your name
It was all just a game
Now you walk in shame
Hiding your face
Your a disgrace.
I Knew
It’s just you and your kids walking the street
They are laughing and chatting having fun
But there is an itch that you just can’t beat
Way to go! You’ve knocked me down.
That’s okay. There’s always higher ground.
You hate me because of something I can’t change.
You think my disposition is strange.
Rise
You were never missing a kind word
A life story
A tale unheard
You never missed a hug
A gentle soul
You let your inner demons take over.
If only you knew,how much I pray for you.
I let you restore my heart even when I wasn't strong enough to love again.
You taught me how to live again.
Just teach me how to love you.
Always hold my hand when I want to give up.
Even when times get rough, you call me beautiful.
Don't forget about me,even if you decide to let go.
Endless memories of you fill my heart.
Ancient bards with stories old
A heart laid bare, a hand to hold
A million whispers lay untold
Between your trembling hands.
The woman never gifted a voice
A kindred soul, a weighted choice
Weaknesses.
Every human being on earth has at least one.
Who’s to say they don’t have even more?
Hiding under the surface, clawing their way to the top.
It’s human nature to hide all flaws,
Waves crash insolent
He is masturbating
with reckless hands
wandering.
There was a woman
laying on the sand
burnt bronze skin
saltwater hair
tasting against
Within their walls
I find my light.
Between their borders
I am granted respite.
When all alone,
I have these friends
Whose devotion
Has boundless ends
Their guidance and
"What is your answer?”
When the words you speak seem softer than silk.
What use?
If the hearts from which they pour are harder than a rock.
I was shaped by the world.
My mother taught me to care,
My sisters taught me to share.
My father taught me to stand out,
My brothers taught me to stand up.
My cousins taught me to love,
My legs thought to recede
from the Mouth to the cottonseed.
O Frost, how White completes you,
Apologies for surging did they knot-
Chinook is the name, but not well taught.
Big brother Star showed me where you are,
We the class of 2020
Conceived in good times,
Born in chaos,
Brought up in fear,
There's a chance in the night,
in the darkest, blackest night,
in the night that surpasses
dark and filmy midnight glasses-
there's a chance that dawn may bring
a beautiful, charming, enchanted King-
Oh mentor of mine,
You are my valentine,
Oh wait. I'm lying.
Thats ok you lie too,
You had me I had you,
I needed sleep ,
You lulled me.
You needed ears,
And I tuned in.
An imaginary world where nonsense reigns
Can enlighten a mind and free it from chains.
Childhood is made of adventurous days;
what is a poem? is it for making people laugh? is it for making people cry? is it a way to extinguish anger? is it a way to get your message out in the world? is it a way to inspire young minds? is it a way to give hope? what is a poem, really?
Swamps are green and squishy
Swamps provide adventure but can be nasty
Savannahs are hot and dry
Savannas have lots of animals be careful you might just die
Mountains are tall and wide
I fell in love with a dancing girl. The girl of my dreams dancing at a college party. It was love at first sight. At least, that’s what she always told me. I’m not sure what it was now.
Why don’t we choose to float black clouds?
How did we miss that opportunity?
Maybe because we were too busy giving the “white clouds” time to develop.
That isn’t deep enough
Do you hear the music,
That once did beat from within
The constant thump of the unsettled.
They are not made out of paper.
They are not made out of clay.
They are made out of the things around us,
That we see every day.
They are made out of emotions.
Most of them from fear.
The Darkest Clouds don't just fill the sky,
Clouds fill the heads of weak minded children,
But like insects, they dig far, remaining hidden,
They say its fake joking slyly,
You laugh, you comment, you doubt.
You put me down just so I can get back up.
You pressure me, and yell at me.
You say I’m not good enough,
Or I can’t do it.
It sucks because some of you are family,
Mistake, a bundle of joy, and an unplanned blessing were the thing
they called when they found out. But, in my mind I what
you were about.
I was only a teen when I found out I had a seed
summer fireworks
of my heart
makes me wonder
challenging
romantic
running wild
coloring outside the line
brings new sensation
smooth electricity
up your spine
Sailing on the sand
I know the dangers up ahead
My mind is on and ready
My heart is leading fully
Sailing on the sand
Fog on a window,
recedes as an arid lake,
long baked in the Egyptian sun.
Steam from nostrils,
on a frigid winters eve,
froths into the air.
Hot airballoons rise,
and so does it.
As the darkness began to drift apart
I felt I could well sing my poetic song
How glad that that now I can stand
and frame my factual feel
All I wanted to say has gone astray
Who can pain for the soul I am
Opened the doors,
and sounds surounded me.
My soul ached for more of this chaotic tranquility.
Oh, and the love of song,
it was effervescently amusing.
I effortlessly adored the unstable stability.
M&Ms; and 7upHershey's barReese's Peanut Butter CupSnickers and a drink of Mountain DewThere are three flavors of Charleston ChewTwix; Twin BingSalted Nut Roll is kingI really could eat them after / with anything Breakfast, lunch, dinner and
You took me under your wing,
And taught me like no other.
I learned so much from you,
In just one short summer.
The knowledge you gifted me,
Is the kind that lasts forever.
Thank you for all the times I took for granted. The times where we sat in our 135 year old house and watched anything educational on your favorite channels on TV.
My chest rises and falls.
Rises and falls.
I’m still breathing, but to him I’m nothing at all.
Days and days past, I’m forgotten and betrayed.
In a forest not far from the sea
A monkey swings high on a tree.
It laughs and it shouts
And leaps all about
Jumping and feeling carefree.
Miles and miles of plain skin
Judged by big words that only sink in
Unable to bereath on these insecurities
and my anxieties.
Maybe I am just foolish
and adding to it just useless.
Absolutes do not live, while questions creep from the floor,
a call to arms for brothers, who rush to the door
to find Truth, a white whale, elusive, and strange
to men and minds new to the game.
If I could find
a soft spot
a special place
that haunts my dreams
I could fly
without net
without strings
with you
without you
If I could take
a new allure
My Pain Was Caused By Others That Chose To Leave .
My Father Was Barely There It Seem
Like He Chose Tha Streets Over Me ,
And I Lived Wit My Mama , Abused ...
So Sometimes I’d Cry Scared And Confused ..
I will make love
with the Ocean
in front of your eyes
on the edge
of the fine line
with my mind open
and eyes closed
wet sand in my hair
the sense of sea fizz
Poetry
the word slips off my tongue
and sounds like the rushing music
of a river
or maybe a crick
that gurgles
and laughs.
Could it be an ocean
Some people see birds
Other people see many planes
I see Superman, but I know I'm not insane
Some people see whales
Others may see submarines
I see Aquaman swimming in the aquamarine seas
The world strikes me with many obstacles,
Many obstacles as time passes throughout the day.
Looking towards the sun, I didn’t realize how much time
Reading and writing poetry speaks to the soul,
Sometimes you have to fall before you reach your goal.
I would often question myself and ask who am I?
Why am I doing this? Is it worth a try?
Two months gone and the students gone –
Douglas, I only repeat what you were saying,
Or was it combatants? As Britten, a la Owen, would contest,
A baritone and a tenor locked in mortal combat,
My erythrocytes are letters
my blood is tomato soup made of english and iron
paper cuts are spelling bees
blisters ooze puss and punctuation.
Sometimes I feel if I ever bled out
The plane can’t land in Kansas City,
For there is a storm over there.
“We’re in a holding pattern,” the captain announces,
“For it is not safe to land.”
I believe my existence is a blessing
I believe everything that happens was written purposely
But God, I am not as strong as I thought
I have bruises every time I step on the slope.
Theres a child far away,Not in miles but in pain.Open arms pose a threat,Tears for these, God doth shed. Let us go find each one,and bring them safely home. Not just boys, not just girls,Many more ‘round the world.Hearts are torn, lives in shame!T
he asks me, “what has poetry taught
you?
why is it so important?”
i ponder the question for a moment and
think about the women who
came before me,
the poets who have inspired my
When I learned of that bittersweet Paradise Lost
By God forsaken except to that nascent Adam and Eve
Learned I,
It takes a minute for the Sun to move
From North to South, and
Back up again to marvel in his splendor
Of the motion, she grew tired
Low bronze and crisp lavender fork through her eyes
Home...
It was a typical
day. The same people
taking their daily walks and the
same children playing. Their smiles
precious, but unfortunately temporary.
maybe once was enough
all just for fun
played each others hearts
for no love won
we crave what we see
but depise the unseen
can we fool a heart
that a mind has poured
every inch of soul
What is poetry?
Is it the art of elegantly knitting words together,
for the purpose to intice or seduce.
Or is it a way to finally help make sense,
of the messy never ending chaos inside us?
The search is on.
Bring out the helicopters. Bring out the floodlights.
Maybe it’s behind here. Or maybe it’s over there.
I can’t find it.
You want the best for me.
Yes, that I can very well see.
Always keeping an eye out, protecting me;
Even when I don't need protecting.
Your love can be insufferable,
And absolutely suffocating.
It is okay to feel.
To be angry, to feel lost
To be joyful, to laugh
It's okay to be who you are
To love and live and enjoy every moment
To revel in the failure of enemies
I am from inclines,
from bridges and rivers.
I am from perogies
(homemade, delicious,
I think you made me up inside your head.
The world is dark, and I feel dead.
The gaiety, the flowers, portraits hanging on the wall
Do nothing to make this seem real at all.
Put that down
You keep saying your not enough
I know being an anomoly is tough
Lone Wolfing through your academic life
With Little to communicate, and you dont think thats right,
When it comes to self-sustain,
There is no loss or gain.
Within your pit you stand,
Surrounded high by your demands.
Shouting wants to the voices above,
The first I read of poetry it gave me such a fright
The first I read was Poe you see, words of a widower's plight
A rapping at my chamber door, a churchbell in the night;
i awake, ready to enter again into
this poem called life.
to filter the moments,
the quivering of water’s meniscus in a plastic bottle,
how each person holds his pen differently,
Scarcity means you are behined. Your life’s purpose has been postponed because you are satisfied.
Your lack of self motivation leads to procrastination so be careful of being complacent.
To all who's lost a part
of their whole
to some gruesome beast
who appeared whole.
I say I understand
you never really forget
you find it hard to stand
you wish he'd rot in hell.
tonight, just tonight
I might seduce you
like you seduced me
a while ago
when you touched
my deepest desires
deep strings of my fire
and am I still looking for
a sensible thing
A fancy cocktail
Sex on the Beach
Slippery slope
Sweet cherry on the top
A minefield
Give me a clue for a lip lock
I still have a soft spot for you
Let me be
Let me feel
Last night I wrote
A heartfelt letter,
Released the truth
Opened my heart
Just for you
Then I burned
Pale yellow paper
And all the weigh
I carried
On my mind
She is a song,
On an out-of-tune piano,
And though I know,
That she is worng,
All she needs,
Is a bit of tuning,
And a bit of refining,
And then she can sound,
Exactly how,
My heart has been ripped apart by your words your seething lies I denied because my love for you made me blind. Where is the light? You laugh at me as your darkness chokes me smothers the light that I wish would come back.
some clearer sense
of purpose
I need
important things
to remember
anything
anyway
anyone
some enlightening
of mind
I seek
clear answers
to change
A spark,
Lonely in the dark,
Just one match to light the fire,
The once tiny flame reaching higher,
The only way she knew to express,
The feelings swirling around in her chest,
Was to write,
Limericks, sonnets, and great epic tales
Flash steadily before my looming view
My fervor while reading, which never fails
Brings delight and joy from stories anew.
Voyaged to whereabouts both near and far
Refuse to remain silent
Be the captain of your own plane
Be your own pilot
Don't keep it hush hush
We have so much on our mind
But are scared to say much
Why have a voice if you don't use it?
I remember it well, that day when I was nine
Proud and naive, and besotted with new words
I thought I was a master crafter of art uniquely mine
But then I read this poem, and in me something stirred
You've taught me a way to look at the world with a clear point of view
You've taught me how to cherish every lover I've come across
You've taught every little thing that I know
There is a Man
Shining brighter
Than others
With him
Anything
Seems possible
Empowerment
Achievement
Growth
Temperance
Is my Future
My Dance
one minute you in love , one minute you happy , couple weeks later your heart broken you sitting down crying screaming " love is a waste of time " noooo here some rules dont ever tell a boy you love him first , dont ever show that you care more ,
romance
and desire
of my mind
is strong,
ideal
and free
do I need
delusional
permission
to feel
to shine
to be
it can be
hard to see
within my eyes,
holding all of us together upon a fragile precipice
it looks like this, 57 words so i used a brown crayon to
write your name 57 ways that did not look at all like
They grow long, coming out the same homegetting thick by each slicerarely pulled by the core.
It took me a while to see that what we had was not love,
But what I found here, I'll never fall for a carbon copy again.
The words read here are to heal, not to offend,
So with that being said
are you
emphasizing
the moment
of laying low
of laying love
what is truly
going on
in your head
in your heart
a new bright lights
will bring you
I settled into the porcelain
coffin, tiny bubbles and
waves rippling, cascading
over the past and the
present.
My feet rose with the
crack, an existential
break in the mold of
I'll be a muse
of your fantasy
and trance
in a vision
you daydream
contemplate
your life
just stare
into space
it’s your dream
May 5, 2018
I'll be darkness
starless
and dark
like a tragic soul
you hide away
shine
in a twilight
just for me
lights and darks
it’s new bright night
I'll be quiet
seductive
and sweet
like a dream
you forgot
run
run away
just go
with the flow
it’s silence
May 5, 2018
Leant back in my chamber
Yet onto those of white painted walls
Little did I peep through my casement
Could see nothing but a senorita in haze
With my broken
Disconnected mind
I will always be
Connected with you
A chain of thoughts
Turns me up like a wind
And changes my mind
In a hint
Stay focused on me
Look at the clear bright sky tonight
Moon and the Stars above your head
If you wait long enough
You will see a bright light of the lost Perseidas
Shooting stars might show me your face
some erotic escape
I need
with your face
with the cosmos
to my aid
with a Fire
and wild desire
romantic play
and zany runway
the thunder
of the heart beating
fast
run away from you
from my dreams
from my fears
from the pain
you might hide
deep down
in your heart
run away from
smile and sparkle
in your eyes
Angel's Song
There is no path to Heaven
South of No North
And San Fran
Is just a Red Iron Bridge
Between dreams and gold
There is no way to Hell
ALICE’S SONG
Be my sweet Mad Hatter
And I’ll be
Alice of your dreams
In red raw silk
And soft black velvet
Every time
When
This is impossible
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When "what may" has passed,
I am here,
Running cold.
I need heat.
I need the blood of hells own.
She doesn’t radiate warmth throughout the world around her,
nor does she make the sky outside any brighter.
Not King Midas with his golden touch.
I used to think her smile made everything glow with a new purpose,
To fall in love.To give your heart away.To share your passionsWith another All of these things are fantasies.Fantasies that are rapturous cords.Linked around my heart.How I have dreamed of sharing the jewels of my heart.With someone like me.Going
says we should favor
the simplest theory,
all things
being equal
in this roll of dice life
but I prefer the more complex
if it means an Ear
to hear
At one point, you were candy to my eyes, now poison to my spirit
All the unconditional love and care I cherished, you no longer merit for you take my love for granted
my mind is spinning
with the same old thoughts
making another circle around the beaten track
of questions without answers
and fears without hope to quiet them
Ever been through a hard time where you just burst out crying?The tears unintentionally flow and you feel like you’re dying?Everything hurts and you just want to leave,
I let it drip; just one down my cheek:
my nose is too small to catch it.
It’s cold against my hand that’s pressed to my face in pain.
I don’t want to feel it, but I have to.
A funny little joke
okay now lets not choke
no, not a vine...
But why you always lyin'?
what are those?
Daniel sure don't know...
Lets ask Spongegar...wait I mean Harambe...
The moving force was slow and steadyWith wheels that groaned "Are we there already?"The complex grinned with sandy windows,"Say goodbye to your driver, fellows.I've come to wrench her from your seats
Anticipation is killing me
I start doing things nervously
Anticipation, Love slows me down
Our situation becomes diffent; cause you got someone else now.
Anticipation is killing me
I start doing things nervously
Anticipation, Love slows me down
Our situation becomes diffent; cause you got someone else now.
My cautious steps lagged through the woods
following uncertainty's ambiguous light
and wishing for the wisdom of hindsight
The path diverged as Mr. Frost said it would
But fear held my stride until still I stood
There is a Tardis in my closet.
Yes, outside may look normal.
A small and normal door on a blank and normal wall.
Nothing out of the ordinary, but open the door and walk right in.
I can feel my brain slow
As my ribcage caves
A slush of my guts
Cut up and crushed
Gushin’like smoothies
Without the sugar rush
It's getting harder to breath,
I am so lost beneath.
I want to hurt someone,
But I don't want to be the one.
I wanted to see you,
But my psychopathicness grew.
What's the deal
With how I feel?
Can I steal
A bit of your happiness?
What happened with
Our sappiness
And laughiness?
Now I feel like half a Capulet
The other half a Montague
The woman standing about 15 feet away from me is wearing a dress
Black i’m assuming from the edge around her coat
The fairness isn't really fairThere’s nothing real with all your flair You can't reclaim love with who was your pair Because who was special is now wi
Dear Christopher McCandless,
It seems like just yesterday you were here
With such a story to tell and lives to cheer up
But now you're gone, and nothing seems the same anymore
Before you left I asked you
Dear Music,
I enjoy your ever present self
You soothe my soul through better and worse
Whether it be in sickness or health
You are with me
In some ways
You are an extension of myself
To the world: "Doomsday strikes," prophets crow, from Fox and Twitter and NPR2012 has come again, An election, but one unfamiliar. "This country needs more unity,"
Dear Demon,
You know who you are.
You know what you have done to me.
Yet it does not bother you any,
but as for me
to the men who blessed me with civil rights-
I remember the day
June 26, 2015.
held a friend close and
celebrated legalized love.
Dear Friend,
We have been through so much. You ask, "How can I keep going? The troubles, the grief, the fear, it has held back so many. What if I am next—just another tragedy?"
We haven’t much to call our own.
Not our eyes or our hair,
or our X chromosome.
Not our face or our fare,
or the places we roam.
Dear Self Reflections,
Oh, the glow of the embers resting on the ground.
The flicker of sparks leaping into the night so sound.
A scourge of white rats
Foul, diseased
Intent on destroying everything in their path
And the Pied Piper that leads them plays songs of evil
They have been waiting...
Watching.
For years
Open your eyes before the crack of dawn
Venture into the cold morning
Travel to an even colder place
A place where hope goes to die
And creativity is supressed
Wjere your freedom is snatched away
Dear Mr. Lorbeer,
I wish I had more time. I thought that we would.
But you're gone now, so I guess you should leave my mind.
I mean, you were "only a teacher". Not like that could matter.
Oh sweet Aunt Kimmy,
Always happy, full of life
Too soon to say bye
A Black Butterfly,
You help fill our lives with joy
Your love filled a void
Wrapped in your cocoon
Dearest Ophelia
I too spend my days wallowing in sorrow
Drowning in tears
Like you, I've a brother that cares not for me.
Sweet Ophelia, I too am lost
For I gave my heart blindly
Dear America,
a young beauty of its time
the first to give up blood, the first willing to die
the pools of Red cells soaking into the ground
and somehow, we got there, to the heights of the Blue sky.
Call me anything but polite,
For you have not seen my times of spite—
You have not seen my abrupt mornings,
Or my dinner-less nights.
I have spent countless hours watching the victims of Dr. Nassar’s sexual abuse coming out and testifying against his sour actions.
Dear Fear,
You remember me, I’m sure.
You pick me apart at the seams.
You make me feel insecure,
And attack my self-esteem.
You know my pressure points,
Know just where to strike.
Dear Princess,
I watch your movies,
I read your stories,
This isn’t enough to relinquish me from my duties.
Oh, fire walk with me?
Dance with me,
Kill me,
Push me.
Ignite the words I speak.
Kiss the people I miss.
Burn my memories.
Let your flames dance with me,
Before it goes on eternally.
Dear Loneliness,
Funny to meet you here again
In those who always said they would never leave me
In those who always said they would never hurt me
Loneliness
Your name ring in my ear like tinnitus
I lost my eyes upon the sight Of a lady with beautiful eyesShining bright like the light Her appearance brought me delight But she looks at me with despise I lost my eyes upon the sight I tremble with frightPeople may say that I’m not wiseShining
Dear life,
Thank you.
You have taught me right from wrong.
To stay positive through tough situations.
To love , when all I want to is hate.
For teaching me too see the good in everyone.
Dear Mom,
Or Pam, I suppose.
Enabling the lowest of my lows.
Do you remember me? Is it the memory or the idea?
Cheap wonder bread and ham, cool kids who couldn't care less.
Fie Politics! Go wash your gut stained suit,
The blood in which you bathe is not your own.
Dependent on the vile comb-o'er brute,
The int'rests you proclaim are yours alone.
Dear Failure,
The constant fear
Of you looming over me;
The constant terror
Of the shame you will bring.
I am barred in the shackles
That bind me to this prison.
Dear Makenna,
I can only hope
that you are still you
and not a misanthrope
or a person without a clue
as to what you are to do.
You know that money is not happiness,
Dear snake,
I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
Sometimes there’s hope, but I always go back to it.
It feels like I have to.
To wrap myself up in my thoughts and go back.
I am ancient hopes,
I am fragile dreams,
I am the stony, hardened tears
of a soul with too many years,
in a journal with degraded seams
as a blind heart in darkness gropes
They show us picture perfect scenes
painted upon those flat, black screens,
but when I look out the window?
All I see are starving faces
hiding in those dark, cold places
Standing in your shadows
why you out here,
pretending to ball.
DANG!
You hear that?
The whistle just blew.
Now you froze like
you don't know what to do.
Didn't notice me from\
To Her
Dearest, fondest one to my heart
My eyes do beweep themselves on thought of you alone
There are not many things I could say to you
That have not been said a thousand times before
The langue I did not speak you thought I did well, was the one thing I faild to say,
I thought I knew the langue, I thought I understood the background,
the way the words role off the tounge.
This is my letter to the world
That oftimes writes to me
In shiny college brochures
That beg, persistently.
The postmarked guides coerce,
Convince me through and through
I have always thought the Spanish language was beautiful
Passionate, romantic, lovely Spanish
Sounding as graceful as a butterfly wing
Is this the face that launch’d a thousand ships? Doth Helen envy likely grace within?My joy, thou should’st be sin; thy lovely lipsDo tender kiss my face and all therein;Be so the cause of shipwrecks in thy way
The branches are empty as the birds have flown.
The tree still hopes for new nests to be sewn.
The night has passed and it's time for the dawn.
Yesterday is there but the shadows are gone.
"You have the right to remain silent”
I've been silent for too long, so then the question is
Is it really a right that i possess
I guess my whole life
Oh, charming lilac, our friendship bloom –
Blooming like first dawn I assume
Assumptions wither as midday came
I used to use you as a shelter warm,
When the night was dark and silent to me,
So then I could drown out the sounds of storm;
You were my comfort against the fruit tree.
As I grew older, I stopped needing you
The Wonder of Time
The person I was yesteryear
was clumsy, frantic, odd.
Today the person standing here
could take on General Zod.
Achieving stuff is wonderful
“No one will ever love you as Much
as I dO”
you whisper quieTly in my ear,
as you Hug me
Emotionless, limp
I don’t Reply
Dear Fear,
I see You there-
grinning up at me maliciously
black eyes glinting malevolently.
Here we are
Dear you,
Today marks the end of adolescence
And brings upon the new age of real life
In this new begining now you can legally be fetishisized
You can now voice a vote and not be heard
My heart pours out on this paper
Like the blood that poured out from your organ
Brick by brick the cathedral falls
Protection rotting, no more walls
Am I losing my sanity?
Did YOU lose yours??
Dear Richard,
Did you know Pikachu has,
Red Cheeks?
But you got me to
My peak.
How can I speak?
Sylvia,
I never knew you
But I feel like I did.
They never knew you, either
And they feel the same.
The difference is that
They're wrong.
If but 100 bear witness to the pilot’s jetstream
as it cleaves the sky, is his effect then greater than mine?
Entire being consumed by cause so grand;
Dear Boy I Trusted,
You were tall and strong
And I was small and trusting
You did the sweet things
But soon you were playing
With my heart
You sent me notes to capture me
Dear Lord,
You put me on this Earth to explore.
Little did you know what must be accounted for.
...I guess I can't call you my "next boyfriend."
That would imply there was a "first boyfriend."
I apologize, in advance,
Because the path to my heart is overgrown,
Infrequently traveled but torn asunder,
To whom it may concern
You put me down
You laughed at me
You started rumors
You just hated me
To whom it may concern
You did everything you could,
To drive me crazy
Dear The One Who Hates,
I still remember the days that we shared.
The plucking of flowers and pulling of hair.
The theories of God that would fly through our heads
It has almost been six years since we last talked.
Time sure does fly, I still remember the day mine and your life changed forever
As if it happened yesterday
You lost your ability to move.
The sunrays are beaming down, brightly illuminating the sky.
Sand keeps wiggling its way in between my toes
The waves keep swooshing and swishing
I'm not the same as those girls in the magazine.
With the perfect body ,the big hips the pretty face and the cutest clothes.
To my father—
I addressed this with “to,”
Because “dear” felt wrong.
It’s hard to call someone “dear”
With a history like ours.
Peeling skin to present my soul,Ripping away broken limbs,I've accepted the tollto confess my sins.
Dear Linda,
I’m sorry
I’m sorry that I’m your best friend,
yet will never be able to relate
or posses the amount of strength
You utter fool.
How could you?
Do you think I am like Jean Louise,
all mature and independent,
ready to forgive at moment's notice?
A slap in the face and some alcohol
and she's driving to talk it out.
God drifts his fingers
Through Spider nest clouds as their
Creatures scatter down.
Scurrying feet and
Panic induced webs trickle
I’m finally beginning to come to the terms with the fact
That I live in a world where most people would rather build a wall than a bridge
That dreams are not for children
I am so proud to live in a country as great as America.
I'm so happy with the involvement of the American people in politics these days,
it's inspiring to see everyone, widespread across the country, come together, united.
To Darling Rebecca,
Forgive me, forgive me for the wrongs I have done,
Forgive me for the blood that has been shed
And the woman I’ve taken to bed.
What is Sought
Why do we keep running?
What wheel do we spin?
A race in chase of nothing
That none shall ever win.
A life filled with fraught
a broken promisetorn sinews, feathers of painsoar, wings; let it go
healing is a fightwingspan in a duffel bag(you are forgiven)
Dear Rising Suns,
You left me alone
To live your own lives
No matter, you will come back.
You will return
That is the duty of the Rising Suns.
Dear Heart,
Are you hurt?
Will you ever shatter
into a million sparkling pieces of glace rouge?
Please tell me you never will.
As I continue scanning outside, each day, there is nothing; not a single child nor a man
Everyone vanish like a zombie apocalypse has happened
The world is full of full darkness
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. The ancient cliché was literal. I was in the dust storm and the moon seemed tiny. 18 was the number and it seemed it would stay that way. 22 was the catch; I was ready for release.
I am a narcissist.
I am a fool.
I am a living paradox from which nothing escapes
Unscathed.
I am Apollo pining for love,
Dear Esther,
I haven’t been the kindest lover.
After a decade of affection, I have grown impatient.
My fingers get rough,
College gives qualification
College takes cash
It can help me change the nation
But causes fund complications
Forced smile tears fall off my lash
All this work just like a why??
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Not a pawn
I see who’s pawning, I want a free mind
Stillborn—Still conscious
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1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW,
Washington DC, 20500
Mother,
Let me tell you about two children of my own.
I've had them for awhile, and I'm surprised you haven't noticed.
I have devils in my pocket.
Two little devils.
They snag crumbs from my plate,
Guess I'mMad as a hatterAs you natterBout mattersThat not matteringScatterCrystal clarity
Dear Past Xander,
I don't know you,
and you do not know me,
for all I've known is,
unexplainable atrocities.
You were a young, kindred spirit
and now you're so dull, making hasty decisions.
What doth lie in the midst of mine heart?
Tis' the colour of hate,
The shade of pride.
This thing called sin fills my being.
LORD make this sin not my fate.
In ev'ry part o' me does it bide.
The smiles seen on the black path,
Happy and loved,
Walking down with my head in
the sky. Confused if I should be with
the standing teeth, shining so bright,
Not knowing if I am this.
My vision blindfolded.I thought this thing I had was special.He was searching for girls like RomeoHe told me “If you love me you would–”
Starts with a blade
Of grass, sticking
Straight up, knifing
Through the filth.
A gentle hand grabs
At it, to ignore
The other weeds.
Replanting at the break
Of dawn, to carve
I.
Blood is thicker than water.
Therefore:
Home is a four-lettered vacancy
transient
strangers suspended
Because I love you he used to say
The alcohol sloshing around in the bottle
Because I love you he’d tell me as I covered the bruises.
I was young and he could sweet talk like no one could
I feel as though I have been set free
allowed to be who I am truely meant to be
I see freedom through my eyes with a new sense of glee
and I know deep in my heart this is the way it is supposed to be
It is not a blizzard-y blizzard,It is a fiery fire.A love that lasts forever,Is a love that burns with desire.
That is what I heard--But I have yet to seeWhat love truly doesTo you and me
She looked in my eyes and asked me, "What other things have you said before me?"Darling, where do I even begin?
love. It is not always patient.
“Of course you got fired, you are good for nothing.”
love. It is not always kind.
“You look ugly in that, go change.”
Oh, Darling, honey dear
I will hold you near
It’s quiet underneath the moon
Let’s stay here until noon
Darling, honey dear
anyone can be in love and in a relationship but it's the type of relationship you develop is what matters. Is it a healthy relationship or unhealthy?
the way you hurt me make me wanna cry you said you never lie but all you did was tell me lies to make it sound good everything you told me was a fairytale i thought we was gonna last but all you did was cheat and all i did was cry cause everything
"You don't care. You're so unfair!"
I slam the door, hit the stairs,
hit the biting winter air,
I've done so much for her. What about me?
I storm down the street
it's starting to sleet.
It seems that our love crosses two different paths
Our calculations of trust, bond, and respect have been lost in the math
Because you loved me
you took what was mine and decided what you would give
I'm so sorry
For how I treated you
Why was I so critical?
I saw ever mistake I made
When I looked at you
Now shattered, our relationship is
Please help me,
piece it back together.
You make me feel new,
Like an Infant you nurture me and care.
Am I happy?
Am I sad?
Am I hungry?
Am I tired?
You care.
To you I am important.
To you I matter.
Dichotomy
So often found in the strangest of places
Reminds us why
Living can be both melancholy and euphoric.
She
MAI Little Squash :)
Mai Vang Lee
1 My little squash
Simple and sweet
The kind gaze and his gentleness
Math is everywhere
At least so I’m told
And there is a formula for everything so I suppose
The fact that you and I are here
Is just random chance
But I don’t want it to be
you and me, should we be healthy
should we share love, you and me.
Love. It is Love that makes us. But oh, oh what is it that makes love?
Because i love you i, your significant other, must
Down chiseled mountain cheek, embrace the torrents of tears
Undammed by invisible monsters and irrational fears
Upon panicked waking during the witching hour
I wish I could make it all go away
The stress, the headaches that keep you up at night
The thought of "Why should I even fight?"
I wish I could make things easier
No one deserves this, especially you
Liar
I have one for him and for her
I have one for them and for us
I have one for you and for me
The lies they come
The lies they go
From here and there
They appear
Moonlight, moonlight, so high in the sky,
so brightly you dance upon us all.
Moonlight, moonlight, my how you shine,
from the Earth, you seem so small.
As you dance upon the lake, I can't help but stare,
As we sleep we dream but not everything is what it seems
we open are eyes an reality is just a dream
being alone in the cold forgotten and destroyed
everyone has to dream to belive that they aren't alone
you see here theres so much to give with love
weather its trust, beauty, or knowledge, its all coming from the one above
you meet that man and you just really want to live
you meet that woman, and all you wanna do is give
i'll be at your graduation, i'm so proud of you!
when is the play? i can't wait to see you in it
i know you'll be great. you're so smart and talented.
i'm so glad you're my sister!
because i love you,
i call you just to hear your voice.
because i love you,
i make time for the things you love to do.
because i love you,
your blue eyes turn into the most beautiful ocean.
Be a bird as you sing peaceful melodies
Love birds, understand them,learn their remedies
The white dove of holiness, purity, and innocence you must enstore.
Because I love you
I would tell you my passwords to
every social media account from the first to last
Because I love you
Day by day I pass you by,Yet I receive no attention,Often asking whyyou wreck me,Make me want to die,And not someone else,7 billion of us,Yet you caught me,Fake I know plays tricks,
I want to go where the water meets the land.
There is a balance there.
There is no sound like that which sand and lapping water share.
Far into that ire sky rose
a suble glint
too quick deposed;
a mirror to what lies in throe.
yes, far beneath that acrid storm
lay jewlers' land,
I spilled into that frosting grass.
Spindly, numb blades lusted for the blank sky above
and bent and bedded me into their meadow-berth.
The pinching smell of nothing burnt my nose
‘Because I love you’
He said to me once
When he fed me the only food he had
His fragile hands shaking
The hunger pounding through his veins
As I step into the car
I feel a wave of dissapointment
flood over me
like a tsunami in Japan
I sit and watch the unknown bodies
they run up and down courts and fields
Fukushima.
What happened to all your soft promises and sweet lies? Did they slip off your tongue or did they wash away? Because it seems as is your heart is fleeting. Never staying in one place fully. On your own little island.You tell yourself false proph
Hot water
Salty
Across my face
Through my body
Warmth everywhere
But the worst kind
An overwhleming warmth
Sadness
Of a bond afraid to be broken
Tears
Love isn't always perfect, but it's consistent and unconditional
It is patient, kind, understanding, and genuine
It's asking how someone is doing
If they're not good, you'll be there for them
Eden was never a symbol of perfection
Aphrodite was never a symbol of love
Love to the Greeks meant madness, meant that someone had fallen too far
The Interwoven Web
What once was is now,
Hope.
A day of mediocre unity interwoven,
A healthy love is unique
Today's definition of love is based on emotion and feeling
But love is a choice
Love isn't sex
Love isn't lust
Love is a choice
Lonely lover, what have you done to us? You've been lonely all these years, yet you linger by my side when I do not want you here. Even though you're not the one, we tend to share the bed at night.
Often I lose sight
Of what's wrong and what's right
Often I question you
I am often confused
We fight on and off
Pained, I am often lost
How can I love you so
When I'm not even sure you know
I WAS
A walking,
breathing,
living shadow
Never standing out in a crowd
Always behind her...second place
Mop the floors,
Dust the shelves,
Stay indoors,
Keep to yourselves,
We can yell,
No throwing anything breakable,
Love is patient, love is kind,
Love has conflict, love is blind.
Love is a meal to the starving man: relationships.
They must be stroked with a warm and soft hand,
They walk around like drones
All the people in the street
With their faces in their phones
How blind to the world they must be
They live so oblivious
Because I love you,
We eat breakfast together.
We eat in silence.
No noise is made
But it is far from quiet.
Because I love you,
We play lots of games.
Our favorite is chess;
I'm a black and beautiful girl who knows her qualities.
Everywhere I go I can see how they look at me.
Other girls hate me.
They said that I'm not a pretty girl, but no they just jealous of me and I don't know why.
I think he don't love me
Cause he makes me suffer with her words.
Sometimes he says that I'm a bad girl.
Sometimes he says that anyone don't need to love me.
I was waiting for you every day
I was curious and young.
Sometimes I cried when I imagine my life destroyed
Thy name,
Thy eyes,
Thy love,
I longed for thee to touch.
Wherefore art thou vanished?
Thou take my heart with thee.
And thou sworn my love,
But wherefore art thou?
It's easy to say that there should be separation between us
Whites should be here and Blacks should be there
But there's some brave souls that are able to fuss
Able to discuss
That unity is better
In the small town of Oradour-sur-Glane, France,
When the Nazis wore the pants,
A Schutzstaffel soldier lurks down the streets.
Once upon a time doesn't quite describe it. I remember everything as if I read a timeline of memories just yesterday.
My parents couldn’t understand
why I refused to marry a prince
Of course, I couldn’t tell them
Not in a society such as this
Once Upon a Time A girl dreamed about her future.
A future filled with hope and prosperity.
A future that seemed so attainable in a trance, but a fairytale that ended every morning.
Ever since you and I met at the table
You’ve listened to my complaints and encouraged me to be able
To fight for what I believe in and have confidence in myself.
I've decided to leave the dull cabinet life behind,
Born from an egg like all the other ducklings
And from a family who thought would teach it right,
But who knew family could just be as bad?
Intentionally laughing and pointing at it out of spite--
I don’t know how to start
To share what I feel
Or how to open up my heart
For you to reach out and heal
I don’t want a friend
I don’t want none at all
I don’t want your lending hand
Good thoughts no longer have a home in my brain.
It seem as if I'm going insane.
I feel so alone and ashamed because noone's the same.
But still I hope to soon change,I hope to refrain
Have you ever felt the red bumps of the chicken pox?Or caught the measles from a sneezing man?Can you try and dodge diseases from explorers?Can you live with all the symptoms of disease?
It's 12:52am and im sitting alone crying on my bed
Cautiously waiting for you to call me back
I'm sitting here thinking different scenarios could've happened
Or what could've changed
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
In all of eternity
Two star crossed lovers’ nightmares arose
Riddled with insanity
She was the queen and he was the king
Sadly, neither were worthy
Rotten Core.
That's what I found of you
the one I adore.
Adored.
Once you came to my house with that apple,
Charming, your smile full of esctacy
I do not need a Prince
Alone with books I can forever live happily
Mother and father will not convince me to marry the Prince and have a family
So people call me the big, bad wolf,
but honestly they are mistaken.
I will tell you my side of the story
of how I turned those little pigs into bacon.
I just happened to be sick one day,
I found someone new
He's tall and strong
Understands my love
Doesn't pressure me to do what I don't want
Tells me it's okay to cry
That I don't need to be strong
Baggy. Baggy clothes. Baggy persona. Baggy life.
Leaving me feeling blue
Shells shaped into words that
Dig into my soul like a whine bottle fighting a corkscrew
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the prettiest of them all? No verbal response from the mirror, but reflections talk. The reflection tells the young woman that she is not good enough. The reflection of the young man is no different.
So you're famous and you're looking for advice?
Fame doesn't happen overnight and comes at a price.
And well, the price of fame is absurdly high,
You're on top of the world 'til you fall out of the sky.
Ever wonder of how Wendy Darling drew her last breath?
You saw the sweet, charming girl gracefully walking in her periwinkle bluse dress.
But could you pierce through the walls of darkness of the depression and suicidal mess?
It starts with a girl and a wicked pair of shoes
That she swiped from her father’s closet.
It starts with slicked back hair and a video of Presley
Twisting away for the girls who saw it.
I’m in love with the kilometres between us, I’m in love with the distanceBetween your eyes and my eyes and your arms and my arms and your place and mineI like that you like what I like and that I like what you like
"Once upon a time..."
The land is dark, the moon is bright.
One love, one hope, one heart.
They join hands; black, white, yellow, green
And pray for restoration of Earth.
They’ll scream and say I robbed them
But don’t speak of how they robbed me
Though I suppose it’s hard to recognize
Your slave once he’s been freed.
“Nibble nibble, like a mouse, who is nibbling in my house?”
That is what our grandmother says when she catches us eating between meals.
We don’t like her.
Grit in a glass.
Confidence in a cup.
Call it what you will,
as long as you buy another
gin and tonic.
I'm consistent in my ways,
you're just another tab, that's got to pay.
A sweet young flower
a delicate Rose
dancing in the April shower
learning as she grows
A man drunk with lust
came from behind hid in the shadows
her peace and dreams he crushed
"Cinderella, Cinderella, let down your hair!"
Wait.
This is the wrong story.
Cinderella began to allow her loose, yellow, locks
To fall from her window
to her visitor.
"Rapunzel, my love!
Once upon a time...
The sky felt the looks of a dreamy women,
For weeks,
she had hope again.
The sky listened to her,
She was speaking a very old story,
That made a bonfire in her heart.
I stretch out my arms to catch a sprawling nothing.
Down I spin, up, around, and over
Until I land, feet flat, before a glittering mansion
Firefighters help in many ways
Putting out the fires everyday
To keep us safe throughout the day
Firefighters helps us every day
Doctors help in many ways
Looking at patients every day
Peacock feathers, royal blue,
Turquoise, lapis, every hue,
Only gemstones and most true,
For him naught but best will do.
He deserves a golden shrine,
From his eyes the stars do shine,
Coils of cold yellow green rope
Lying heavy, hold her still
Half-sleeping eyes lacking hope
Betray her total loss of will.
Apathy upon her lies,
Slowing movement, pressing down,
He stays awake, eyes staring,
At every wanted prize,
And all the things, deserving,
He knows he's been denied.
Green-silver shards of hatred
Poison his every thought,
And threads of something rage-red
All she wants are diamonds,
And the glitter of soft gold,
With jewels the size of almonds,
And sparkling coins to hold.
Her goal is always growing,
Complete excess her aim,
'Gainst pillow lounges lazily,
Naked contrast with his bed,
Calls soft and lackadaisically,
Drawing you as though you're led.
His image makes desire spark,
In flashes of maroon,
She is a soft spoken quick wit,
With fear behind her gaze,
And if you dare provoke it,
You should beware its scarlet haze.
Her tongue is sharp like razor blades,
Strikes quicker than an asp,
ChorusSticcs and stones and broken homes your curses are what hurt meYour heart is stone it breaks my soul your hatred is what birthed meYou drink my blood and drain my love and you always seem so thirstyYou act so high above us all you act like i
Once upon it was just our love
How unfair, maybe it wasn't.
Migth have been once real.
But our love that was probably never real.
Found something real that's out of touch.
There once was a boy that lived in a shack,
in a room that was cold and dark in the back.
Having no toys, television, not even a ball,
the boy had nothing at all.
But the one person that kept him afloat,
The White Rabbit
Rushed as always
Led her to her destiny
A watch to keep time
Which never ends
Time is man made concept
To live the American dream means to be the one living in the family house that you own
Debt free
That you paid with the money that your white ancestors swept from my black ancestors hands
Are the fairy tales we loved as childrenStill present in what seems like a million Years agoIt seems so outta place, so Outta date Glass slippers are goneDragons guarding towers With princesses all aloneAnd godmothers with magical powers Fulfillin
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, lived a girl with a mind of brilliant capacity.
She aspired to attend a college with plentiful opportunities so she attended Barnard in the city.
In this here and now
I don't hear it now
A void like the plague
Has swept through
And so cleared out
The sound of laughter
Crying
Without a doubt is gone
No memory lane
There is a time and place to be a princess, be be lady-like and to influence others with your charm, but there will never be a limit to hide your true colors and show that beyond that fluffy dress and make up there is an independent woman, a woman
Cut me open like you do those scars on your wrists.
You use to hate the sight of blood,
But now the sting and crimson oozing from your wrist has become your favorite addiction.
The darkness buried within my soul, has the capability to eat my mind whole.
The words that I try and speak the actions I try and keep, are in itself; pure beauty.
My name is Ursula,
Maybe you've seen my picture around.,
But it's said that a picture is worth a thousand words,
So let me tell you the one you haven't heard.
I liked Triton, king of the sea,
Once upon a time,
the beginning 'O' was never embroidered with gold,
life was void of materialistic tangents;
our modern albatrosses
But sufficied with compassion,
At night, alone in darkness deep
The millers daughter begins to weep
Make what appears worthless, priceless
Turn the bare threads of straw into glittering gold
They see her, petite and gorgeous,
They compare themselves to her small frame,
Wondering why they cannot look like her,
Petite and gorgeous.
They see her, petite and gorgeous,
They compare themselves to her small frame,
Wondering why they cannot look like her,
Petite and gorgeous.
When I first saw him I knew he was going to be apart of my life.
It's a crazy thing called love.
Whether it be today, tomorrow, or in ten years.
Sooner rather came closer than later.
She was so weird acting, as if she was holding back.She never would speak unless spoken to, and when she did it wasn't her, she wanted it to be her but herself was lost.She went on journey to find it, and she still tries.
In every version of my story,
One thing always rings true.
I gave up my fins, and I traded them for legs.
The sand squishes between my toes,
The soft waves lap against my legs.
I have always wanted to be the best..I have always wanted not to be like the restI have always wanted to conquer the restBut am not really the best to themFor me to become the best, I have to dress like the rest
Everyday I would come home running
Straight into my room
My head inside a book
No real reason to look at the world around me
So much people
So many problems
No one takes time out to look in my eyes
Gold--
Everything else has ceased to matter,
To exist
In his eyes.
The damned metal has taken control
Of everything in sight:
Of our once beautiful home,
Of my body,
Of his mind.
Once Upon A Time...
There was a princess named Rapunzel
Born of a Black father and a White mother, Rapunzel was praised for her curly hair
Natural curls
A ring of ire, a plate of golden hue,
Black streams of pain and worry just for you.
A flame so bright it blinds the mind from truth
Beneath the mask, you are decaying youth.
Once Upon A Time, there was a girl with golden hair,
Locked in A tower waiting to pair
Her mother was a devil
And also a rebel
Desperate for love (without permission)
She went on a mission
Broken Fantasy by Bruno Pardo
Once upon a time, what a lie!
Once upon a time nothing happened
Once upon a time you were fooled
Once upon a time, fantasy unleashed
In ashes, the pot is as black as the kettle.
A princess in rags wouldn’t stoop to my level.
What would you do in my shoes? What do I?
Life gives me a pumpkin, I make pumpkin pie.
Do you ever have that moment where you just need to think? It’s not about anything specific, but you just need to let the weird stream of consciousness you have flow out of you. I do. That’s what’s happening right now. Just letting my mind flow.
Once upon a time, not long ago
Lived Antonia, a bright child
Who was pretty and never wild
Once upon a time, the sky was her limit,
With beauty and grace, comes with a fist to the face
Beauty and Passion both have a certain complexion
that one is almost always familiar with.
Slurs on the street become unwanted interrogation.
Once upon a time
A young girl so benign Confronted by the curse Touched, pricked, and tumbled Fallen by the spindle.
Oh the unlucky one
Rembered for her collapse
Brutal chills, death knocking
Dearest Mother
Has lost become your name? gone? away?
This path that has left us both astray
Searching for my mother has left me down despair
Cindy fell love with the a masterHe loved her, he hugged her, he kissed herHe got down on one knee And to her surprise heSaid that he was in love with her sister
Once Upon A Time, there was a poor father,
Doing what he can to provide for his daughter.
Goes up to the King and says, "Hey look at this!
Here is something for ya that you don't wanna miss!"
I didn't press the button
because I thought it was a panic button.
So when it came time to panic,
I remained calm and collected as I pressed it;
But nothing happened,
So I died of panic.
Oh dear sweet Alice,
Pure heart of white roses.
The queen is coming for you
With all the king’s horses.
You seem ill Alice.
Are you feeling alright?
Didn't your mother ever warn you
The story goes as we all know it well, three pigs are attacked one by one from a evil wolf until they are finally safe in the last pig' brick house. What wasn't shared however is why the wolf attacks.
I woke and fell in your arms
Has your lips touched mine
Never knowing much more
Trying to keep us from falling apart
Life is simply an illusionCircling around worldly reasonA world we see as true memoriamOnly made by our own comprehension
once upon a generation
in my tower
long locks
it mirrors my contempt
and my view is limited
i do not see anything more than lonely wood
but it is not lonely
that is only me
Once upon a heartbreak ago...
Tell me the truth
Who's coming for you?
By the end of the hour i'll make you feel right
Make you fall in love with me by the end of the night
Confess your heartbreaks to me
Every day she greets me.
I can talk to her when I'm down.
Always lends a open ear.
And sometimes is a clown.
She lives such a simple life.
Its behavior like this we need to learn
i had one foot in the river styx
counting change for the boatman
when i woke up
only wet with perspiration
i was mere moments away
from cold judgment
nothing in comparison to
He is God.
He is God
not Michael or John
But he is God
The only one
He is God
Of all nations and all races
Yes he is Lord
And Creator of all places
We came to this new world scared,
we came in the cold of night
lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints
on every soil and water way
I wish to ask the gushing stream
Why fade thin into a foggy one
And vanish like a twilight dream
In the umbra of the sparkling sun
Birds sweet singing its spring
after a storm the wrens come out and for an hour
its peace
On the morning news the tv bright in the dawn’s early light
Oh say can you see
how America came to be,
By the dawn’s early light,
how we always shone bright
What so proudly we hailed
Cheyann Washington_ connections / humanities
Is it okay?
Is it okay to call me out of my name?
Like baby, Lil mama
Screaming for my attention
My country tis of thee, foul land of misery
That’s what I see
Land of the white man’s lies
Land of the minorities’ cries
That’s what I see
The worlds got it all wrong
I learned to die
But some in life never learn to fly
Jumped off a bridge
And I learn to lie
Spread my wings Jesus
Take me to the high
Is this life just a lie?
Will my dreams come true?
Laughter & love are taken away by the cold hands of horror
Blades that cut mental wounds spread faster than light
Different disguises dissolve to dust, revealing demons
Battle
We the people have an obligation
To escape this persecution in search
Of a world in which we can be free
Victory
Now that the hard work is done
And over with, we deserve a break
O beautiful for standard tests,
For health worth less than grades,
For against what the kids request
Upon us stress cascades!
America! America!
Oh Chicago, how you eat its young with passion in the night.
Oh Chicago, how you reveal a love soliloquy from Frank himself.
America: God bless you if it's good to ya.
No rants about skin color but vent when the temp is up--why not?
Freedom of speech clouds my inner circle,
America the Beautiful, home of the brave
Is a difficult place of which to brag,
But with loyalty, to Liberty I wave,
I pledge allegiance to the flag.
But liberty for all is the utmost lie
I see trees of brown
Wilted roses, too
I see them die from me and you
And I think to myself:
What a terrible world
Pledge my allegiance to a nation
Who swore to protect from lack of legislation
A free world was the foundation
Equality was the aspiration
Civil war to free the collective
One: When I was three years old I told everyone I knew that I was an alien from Pluto. I was born as a daughter of Pluto. I crawled my way out of the dust I was conceived in.
A knock on the door late at night
An unexpected guest
Terrible circumstances
And an uninviting host
The guest is asking for simple things
A corner to sleep in
Perhaps a glass of water
A boy came in my life,
Made me believe I'd be his wife,
Talking about sugar and spice,
Everything seemed nice.
Everyday we laid up,
All night we stayed up,
o say, can you see the walls rising to isolate us?
by the light of missiles and violence. the problems will turn to ash, ash, ash.
poisoning ash, killing our earth.
what so proudly we hailed as a great change for America.
Here in the proud U.S.A,
Where the brave and free call home today
We’re really not free, at least not yet
Not until we’ve settled our national debt
With friends and enemies who think we can’t pay
“Oh say! can you see
By the dawn’s early light.”
A land of inequities,
And people cowering in fright.
Masses of refugees
Come home to this sight.
Americans were born free
free to believe
free to speak
free to do
to disagree
to great effect
or so we presumed
until in our proclivity
we proselytised
we spoke out
(America Poem) a Quartet of horse-Men/Women/People/Children of Apathetic Apocalypse! and redemption-
part one:
IAMIAMIAM, or
Is this how you think? I am trying to understand
1.1: the moderate
I dressed my baby!*
They say you're free, but the book is binding
They say look to the light, but the light is blinding
They preach about sin, yet find themselves in confession that it will save their skin.
America is the new China
I was built up like
The great wall of china
I am strong, powerful, impenetrable,
Fortified heavily until nothing can hurt me.
But like the great wall of china,
Greying to the darkest shade under the sun,
When all the children have made their fun,
Out of sticks and White pine boughs,
Crimson has fallen, one with the ground.
Douglas Firs with stars atop,
We fought on the frontier.
The lush forest became a labyrinth, laying the groundwork for our tombs.
Food was scarce, water deprived, and the shelter, hollow as our bones.
I once believed in the American Dream. Now its dead, like Malcolm and the King. I have a dream. One day, freedom will ring.
America, land of the free.
A land of progress and originality;
A land of justice, faith, and loyalty;
A land of hope, truth, and creativity.
And Yet, it's not all it's cracked up to be.
What happened to us?
It used to be all about waving, gallantly streaming, nice, shiny patriotic ideals,
but now it's all about grabbing.
We grab fame, power, people, countries.
There are these things called color spectrums,
Though I’m not allowed to tell you the colors that are in them.
Black or do I have to say African American?
In these Disunited States
We're always concerned with such petty things as
Left or right
Black or white
This or that
....AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE!!!
The crowd's roar, but maybe I've got a little voice telling me there's more.
If bravery means winning and fighting and gore,
Then I am a coward, just that and no more.
God bless AmericaLand that I was born inStand by my brothers and sistersAnd protest issuesThrough the nightWith the lightFrom police carsFrom FergusonTo Flint, Michigan
Mistakes should have been my middle name.
Yet Lord, You loved me just the same.
Nothing I did deserved Your grace,
But still my sin Lord, You erased.
My nightmare's now once upon a dream,
Oh great America,
I should be proud,
As a young black girl,
My black women,
My black men and children are falling down,
Over 500 years of oppression aggression and discrimination are still found,
From the very begging for survival issue we started war.
War and peace are the two parts of a coin;
A minor issue can create war close to a border ,
Two different nations are always desperate to find out a solution,
An untold story finds itself, dusty
That childhood story you once knew
Peeking out on the shelf
Holding Brother's Grimm Tales of the Billy Goats Gruff
And Cinderella
Baby baby
All single lady
Love yourself
Say something
Rolling in the deep
Let her go
Love you
You are my future
We should married
You are my daddy
You are my king
You are you
A plum,
A grape,
But not an ape,
Blue and red,
You’ll look it when dead,
You gasp for air,
No longer white,
You long for something,
With all your might,
But the color of the sky,
You show up
Blowing smoke rings
And making light in the dark
Like my all-knowing caterpillar,
Full
Of intelligent euphemisms
Cleverly
We the people
In order to form a more perfect Union:
Establish a system of injustice-
a system of slavery that will never be outlawed
Freedom rings from ear to ear,
echoing from coast to coast,
Since the ride of Paul Revere.
To the free, here is my toast:
Is America great?
Do I step over storm drains at night and, in my mind, see my feet falling through
because someone once showed me how small I am?
and here I am stepping over storm drains as I cross the street
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a discouraging word <br>and the skies are not cloudy all day <br><br>america, land of true libert
As I feel the whiff of fresh air
I notice that life isn't fair
The best men always go
And our grief and sorrow we must show
Mother Nature is slowly killed
As with chemicals filled and oil drilled
My grandmother made her home here early,
Before the borders were walled,
Before Laredo was a proper baario
In the heat, she cared for seven children.
My grandmother felt prejudice quickly,
O beautiful but damned
Bright eyed, my hand pressed to my heart
I pledged allegiance to the flag
Every day.
I listened to Ray Charles croon "America!"
Oh America
Hark! Calls my captain, may peace be with him.
The eagle on his shoulder, screeching, cawing –
His body so drapèd in red and blue, a contrast
To his pale, ghostly white skin.
M.O.M yes sweet they say .yes when I have a cold or yes to when my knee is scraped, yes to when I have a bruise on my arm and yes to when and yes to when I am hungry but No to where anxiety and irritation becomes my best friend, no to when I know
How could skin so white—
Become so red with irritability—
How could a face so flush—
Be filled again with sensibility?
With adoration prescribed you—
And a melted chocolate heart—
To think, is to be free.
To speak out, is to live without fear.
Do not take these rights away from me,
Or face an armed insurgency.
Individuality. Liberty.
Collectivism is to shed these rights,
America the beautiful
But is she really?
America the beautiful
Cries a weeping mother
Whose son is no more
Welcome to the carnival of life
Where brilliance shines, flashing lights
Where memories are our currencies
Where affection is shared like cotton candy
Where strength is measured in courage
"Are you ready now?" whispered the wind,
gently folding its warmth around her
enveloping her in a tight embrace,
holding her away from all living eyes.
The path's been chosen, the leaves are black,
“What makes me an American?” I ask in my prayers,
This question, like skin comes with multiple layers,
From night comes day as Her goods and her dangers,
But still we are loyal to a flag made by strangers,
If I could say the words
In my mind in my soul
But thoughts are like birds
They fly away and go explore
Throughout the day I think of you
I hope today the skies are blue
My earrings are heavy despite how high they hang up. And my headband’s telling everyone my name St.
What causes the waves to destroy themselves and dismember as they touch the sea shore?Is it the commonality of the reality that in actuality... the waves are temporary?
Someday I'll say, remember that day,
when the sky shed tears
as a tidal wave of colored blood
swept the streets that were run by
lions in sheep’s clothing.
Someday I'll say, I remember when,
I cry when I try
Because I'm known to fail
I cry because I won the battle
I cry because I lost the war
I cry because I left the one who loved me first
I left because I thought loving was to learn to hate
I'd love to be ubiquitous,And watch you look up the word.Halcyon, more than a bird,Swam at sea in wintertime.Above the moon, beyond your mind.Sipping fine wine at home might be better.
In the moments of understanding or not
Listing the moment from being blind
?What does it matter in end of the day
Down in the dumps,
Why should I even get up?
It is not like today is going to be any different,
everything I do seems insignificant.
Everybody is stuck in the same cycle,
My world was small, but you showed me
Wings built to carry all that I am.
Are you aware of my changring heart?
Melting away and molding into something new.
In this moment,
The only legend I have ever loved is
The story of greed and a grateful sparrow.
A man was honest
His wife was full of greed
He found a sparrow hurt and scared,
The commencement of my year
one call
disturbing in message
fifteen years old, one hundred pounds
my lover's younger sister had nearly drowned
at the hands of herself and inebriants
Where has my world gone?
The one who once was innocent,
the one who once was naive.
Has gone down the rabbit hole.
He questioned everything
which brought trouble.
memes of bee movie and arthur's fist
conservative politicians and twitter flips
the land i am in deems a laughingstock
while immigrants stir the melting pot.
i dug the holes of the holy saints
Inspired by the piece "Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dalì
Unicorns have an eon long feud
with leprechauns –- a war of misconceptions.
Some believe that leprechauns are a miniscule threat.
Sometimes family hurt you,
Sometimes they be your downfall.
Sometimes family take away all the options you have,
Sometimes they don't believe in you.
They hurt you in way you wouldn't expect,
War is hell.
People die, gasping for breath,
Struggling to survive,
The things they carried on their backs weigh them down like chains,
Drowning them.
They drown in regret,
They drown in sorrow,
Peter, I've found a lost boy
Here he is with his toy
Now approach him slowly
or he'll confess
he loves you dearly
he's quite the mess
Peter, I've found a lost boy
In 2016 I learned how to walk with death. We lost so many influential people that taught the world a variety of lessons.
I've got a pair of shoes.
They are new, fresh,
clean.
Here comes the race;
I want to win
nervous
We start to race and my heart beats
beats and beats
I took a walk today.
the day was beautiful and it was exilerating
through the forest full of overgrown trees
sunlight shining between them
i see the light the aesthetic the preciousness of life
Last year was no different then the year before it
or the one before that
or the one before that ,
because lets all me honest right now , every year kinds sucks.
It doesnt matter whos in charge
I awoke to find my passion was driven away.
The reassurance that I was supposed to be here, had left its sudden stay.
An engineer I am to be or so I thought -
The cool shadow of ambiguity miserly besets.
They say a year can change a person,
Let’s try to envision,
A pretty princess in her bed,
Crying over decisions,
Wishin’ a prince would save her in time,
From the fiery dragon,
As I sit by
I recall the dark
All the tears that I could not shed
In the desert park
No life around
No signs at all
I've stayed strong
For so long
I love my growth
Little boy was going to grow up to be a man
Many problems he did not understand
Open minded and afraid
As often as you've heard her story it never gets old
because she is not a broken record
but she has broken records for every tear she fights
when she has to accept torment in the form of dreams at night
LIFE pushes you in new places
not askin you
but forcin you to partake
left my friends- the heartache
nontheless you move on
glided into junior year
studied hard with my peers
They say they love you, but they just want one thing.
Thinking about the past and how many mistakes you made.
Sometimes you feel ashamed cause you don't like the choices you made.
They tell you to never give up,
So you keep dreaming.
Sometimes you wonder if you would ever make it.
Everybody don't support you, so you think it'll never happen.
Black woman aiming for survival,
Struggle is her title she's born a free slave.
She's still pinned down with lots of hurt and pain,
Little girl scared to grow up, scared of future rivals.
August Forster
Written: 8/12/16
Our World and Our Future
The world is na beautiful but evil place. There are things that can’t be explained, thoughts
Higher. Higher. Higher.
Reaching
Striving
Being Free
But What is free?
I don't see, Can't see, Can't breath
Amidst the glamorous clamour of
Reality star presidents
and the sudden resurgence of artists
Under the macerating context of tragedy
I don’t understand.
There was a flame within her that danced endlessly creating a ferocious aura of sunshine.
From different perspectives they would be drawn into this feeling of joy and light.
Everybody who has trouble in their lives
try to search for their own answers
Somethings they might have to ask the people
around them for advice or comfort
About this time last year, I thought I knew what stress was,
as I walked through the iron gates of a gold and purple castle,
waiting for Nostradamus to tell me my fate,
taking classes that I thought I would hate.
He loved and lost
Always told his life
They understood
They'd been through it twice
A darkness he couldn't flee
Love was supposed to be stronger
It was, at the other side
She wanted her baby back
These last few days have been beautifully uneventful
My GPA is climbing steadily
No one’s nappy headed son tried to play me
And the freshman 15 is coming in nicely
I had right to liberty, speech and live but I just had to die
I have eyes, mouth, and beauty but why take me alive?
Conflict, great conflic. Oh my soul, oh oh my soul take no peace from liberty and pay no attention to my beauty
Her eyes rolling in her skullFrom the boredom of it all
Focused on a multitude of things except for the meansNo attention of the lights
A broken mirror,No ten-pence, It's a criminal scene
Her eyes rolling in her skullFrom the boredom of it all
Focused on a multitude of things except for the meansNo attention of the lights
A broken mirror,No ten-pence, It's a criminal scene
Well, your arms are strong as tides,
But you sway her like the wind
You breathe me in like ocean currents,
I'm a poet
My words examines the sores of the nation.
Answer me!
Why do you plunder the earth?
Spilling crimson juice on the sand i tread in the
name of your beliefs?
We have the rain and the rainbow
DEAR SILENT CHAIR
I always imagine how perfect you were created,
For life and for rest, you were made for many.
You carried no harm but yet, you’re treated without respect
I would fix your smile, it never seems rightMaybe it's because it's not shiny or whiteOr maybe that it isn't there
All this education,
and we were never taught to love ourselves.
Our knowledge was, instead, forced to be something else.
Created in classrooms, within white walls.
I almost lost my best friend once.
She was so beautifully torn at the image of herself,
Always regretting and misconducting her luck.
I almost lost my best friend again.
In the wonders of my mind
I've been lost for many years,
Without a doubt or a fear
I am completely me
The great pain, the unbearable doubt,
and rejection you feel once you lost it all.
When all hope seems to be long gone, I look up to the sky and ask
to my self the unquestionable.
The great pain, the unbearable doubt,
and rejection you feel once you lost it all.
When all hope seems to be long gone, I look up to the sky and ask
to my self the unquestionable.
My color doesn’t determine my lifeI like smiling and tears hurt my prideMy color doesn’t determine my lifeSo what I don’t know my fatherSo what all my brothers are in trouble with the law
I expose my soul
To the world
To the people
To my friends
To my enemies.
I tell what I feel
To whom I feel for.
I speak my mind.
I share a hug every time
Sometimes I wish to talk to the version of me in the past
The weak woman without purpose I had been
A little candlelight burning at the command of others
People want to get to know me
And that's okay, see
I like making new buds, but
Hold up!
People want to know more about me than I tell
And it annoys the hell out of me
Because I tell a lot
mind was foggy, unclear, filled, unrelentess
looked around, saw and did not see
realized what was feeling
did not know but felt empty
Looked around, looked within
found GOD found me
Table tops covered as mist beyond the hills
Weeds grown wildy within the fields
As time rotates so does the world
Clouds fill up sounding as hurt
Ink stick delivered by paw
Light dark about to sore
I have this cold feeling, as if I'm frozen from head to toeAll I feel is iceI want to cryBecause I believe this dark cold soul finally hit meI just haven't felt this way a long time
Am I exactly the same as who I was a year agowhen I didn't even know who I was or where I'll go?A kid from the 'hood, all I had was mind,a home to live from and a voice to speak my rhyme.
It is 2:36 a.m in the morning
Fogs and floods outside my window
House as quiet as my mind when my corpse lay to rest
And all I can think of is love.
Blaine, insignificant, and boring; I do the same things over and over. Collect: Information, ideas, music, stress, and doubt in my head.
The Imposter
Like a boat swaying in the sea storm,Neither sinking nor reaching the shore.
These are dangerous days;Days filled with luciferic and monstrous dirge of manifestos.
Why we fail to act:
We are too intelligent and poor as well;
these has made us passive.
They give us what to talk about
so we may forget to revolt.
The make us poorer...
She said, stressing the good bones of the frame,
Steering me adeptly past the broken plaster,
The stove’s pilot light that wouldn’t keep a flame.
I liked the place, though feared it just the same.
Home.
Home is where we are a whole.
Home is where we,
as a family,
share memories.
Not share needles or pipes.
Not have to smell the scent of cheap beer.
Roses are red violets are blue
i love you
you seem so happy
when I see you
cause you're just as beautiful
when you're you.
Greet the Day When the day is roughand the night is near,and its cooling caressClears away my weariness and Soothes my blistered body with Its kindness. When the Nightmares come out to playTo fool my mindTo trick my heartTo take my fears and ampli
Christmas time brings upon cheer
But this is the time Sham went to jail
Sham as in mom
The first woman my Gay ass ever loved
Caretaker
The woman who
Birthed me out her canal
I love my family, don't get me wrong
But I'm sure there are other feelings
That makes my smile go bong!
Don't get me started on sparkly rings.
I love snowflakes and puppies and love,
Sometimes, the real world is cruel... We have our good days; We have our bad days. Sometimes, those bad days inflict scars upon us and we lose a piece of ourselves. When that happens, we need something to relieve ourselves of this bipolar reality.
up, Up, UP!
Say “hello”, “Goodmoring”
Get Dressed, GO!
Day-in, Day-out
Quickly, forward
go, Go, GO!
Pass it. Bye.
A light in the distance
A Spark in the Sky
Do not try to defy creation
See the works through a looking glass.
Within our reach is a fading horizon,
Where flames burn brightly inside of us.
We are hallucinating.
Our reality is defied.
Today is the day,
the day to rise.
Rise above all that has been lost, all that has been done.
I have been told that hope is lost.
I believed that all hope was lost in this imperceptible darkness
To live in a place where 100 is the same as 37,932,328
Regrets never exist when anything can happen
WHITE.
Spots of blue flash in, then out.
Red slashes through in an erratic sequence.
Flashing,
Flashing,
Flashing.
White.
Deep blue creeps up the corners and edges,
I'd rather be spending the summer days
Picking thorns out of my feet
From trying to find out all the different ways
My imaginary adversary could be beat
Than wasting my time trying to be
when in my hearti ache & the lakesand rivers could be filledwith my deep sorrow,all it takes to clearthe gray skies & clear mystormy mindcan be a song, a dance
"Hands"
by: Bethany Elder
I walk through the halls all the faces a blrr
But I never hear the stomachs grrr.
When life throws you lemons but you can't make lemonade.You can't look back nore go through the pathway . You have to figure it out you just have to.
After a long day filled with sorrow
My body aches while I wish to sleep until tomorrow
And I search for anything to lift me from this low
Thunder and lightning threaten to strike
Just us three the pencil, the paper and myself.
Lifting the pencil, leaving led thoughts visible to the eye.
Writing making the thoughts more clear, clearing up the mind from all the stress one holds.
I love the fresh, pine smell
and your wood scented cover,
my friend, my companion.
Oh how I relish your stories
behind all my wildest dreams
to the saddest memories.
I venerate how your pages turn
why
because when you look at me you see
potential
why
because when you look at me I feel I can
do better
why
because when you look at me you see
me
Time is unstopable!
For it is gone tomorrow.
What we need to seek is the future
for it is all we have.
The Past is gone, only to reside in our memories.
That of what we choose to keep.
Time is unstopable!
For it is gone tomorrow.
What we need to seek is the future
for it is all we have.
The Past is gone, only to reside in our memories.
That of what we choose to keep.
Where are you now?
You promised to always be by my side.
You promised to never leave
You said this day will never come
But yet, you had to leave
Why? Why are you gone?
What did I do wrong?
The sky is red
This morning,
Like strawberry
Colored razor burns.
There was
A two headed boy,
With eyes like burnt
Holes in a blanket.
Lost between
Pretend as if you are in the jungle or sea
escaping from some of which you don't wish to see
it could be a courageous lion, or a scary shark
Let your mind run wild
Cold
An Icy Mold
Which Encapsulated My Tired Soul
Surprise, Burning Eyes
Light
Shivers Rock My Skin
My Heart Takes Flight
I have found myself subject to the beneficial liar.
What is a beneficial liar?
A liar that tells their lies to benefit themselves only.
Colorful,beautiful full of life
Brilliant,cozy,soft
Full of color,diffrent
Spirals of bright rich life
Fiery hells,flamboyant screams
Painful solitaire
Then endless blank nights
Hey look at the young lady who just step out the Mercedes notice the way she presented her self so she can let people see her face and detour the eyes from another place where cuts lie but she can't hide it form me because I look for the b
How did we get to ten?
Let's take a lokk and remember when.
From a scale of one to ten, bad being a ten.
Can you guess now, or should I still pretend?
Skin portrays itself on her to be soft as ever,
you're killing my people
you're killing my people
why? because
you think we aren't equal.
slaughtering masses with head held high
not giving a damn as they scream and cry.
Lost African
Yesterday I was an African
Today I am lost
In the womb
Of an ungeographical forest
How awful,how awful, how awful
My roots are dispersed
Oh Mother!!
You know more than me, That art of oppression. Your attitude oppresses me, your love oppressed me, your touch suffocated me.
Walking thourgh life unfazed
Watching as everyday stays the same
When will the walls deflate
Will oblivion always be drained
Love, to leave the soul in destitution
A body filled with nothingness
He said
"I've seen her do better."
You've seen me do better?
Tell me what have you honestly seen
All you know is my rap and dress!
You don't know whether my feelings are compressed
Or if I'm depressed
Poetry is the air that brings me life
A newly made poem is the light of the day
Creating a poem takes away my strife
Through poetry, power is in every word I say
Words said in poetry bloom like the flowers of May
Parent or provider?
Do you wake up to a happy home?
Do you enjoy "family time"
Do you even get famly ime?
Misunderstood? yelled at?
Standing in line,
Waiting to buy a cup of Love,
A bull, an elephant and a rhino collide,
Brah,brah,brah! Within stomach’s wall.
You know, I never really thought
How we would be without creativity, blandness as
Far as the eye can see
A visual and mental drought
There would be no color
No music, no art,
You are the black hole of my being—
your cold, gnarled fingers squeeze and
twist and yank at me from the inside,
desperate to come out and shade
me with your wretchedness.
You are enigmatic; I have never
Beep, Beep, Beep
Waking from another Sleep
Pitter-Patter, Teeth-Chatter as I scramble out of the bed
By a secret whisperer I am led
I am not disillusioned by no means
As I rise from my future dreams
I see a little girl I used to be
She knows how to smile
She knows that she’s worth everything
She doesn’t care about what others might think
I can't breathe, I can't talk,
my legs are stuck as I try to walk.
My face is white, everything is a blur,
I can't forget what just occured.
I try to blink, I try to think,
I take your insults and I swallow my tears
I will not show weakness in front of you
I refuse to show that you affect the way I feel about myself
But image is everything
Your Lungs filled with cement, your feet like bricks.
Your ears, open doors to shameless words of hurt.
Eyes always watching but never friendly.
Tearing you piece by piece,
today you've stopped looking through me
finally deciding to see me
we'll journey through the cycle
meet. converse. become friends. best friends.
From the darker dawns of my life to the burning skies of the day my heart stays with you. I blink six submissive time but the picture stays the same in my eyes and my mind is full of blank intuition, but my love has stayed the same with you.
No hands, yet I can feel your touch. Sparking my own creativity and imagination.Like a hot balloon lifting me up and up toward the endless night sky. How can words inspire such beauty during times of painful darkness?Yet with no voice, I can still
Meaning to Time
Why do I write? ….
It’s putting meaning to time
Revealing the struggles and the rebuttal’s that we feel in our lives and sometimes….
I am fireadmired for my beauty and strengthbut bound to my area of birth
until I am blown away from your presence
smelling of smoke and death.
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well
That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well
That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
Ability to live is not my own
I do it for my people
The ancesors who were not treated as equal
My skin should not be disguise
It should be realized,recognize and italicized
Bold black beauty of the world
I saw it first in school,
What everyone else failed to see as a tool.
"The Dash Poem" was greeted with ash,
But it certainly hit me with a flash.
the true me,
the true me is lonely, like a woman returing to a home that is abandoned
the true me is gentle, like a butterfly that kisses your nose.
the true me is sweet, like chocolate in a smores,
There lives a man inside my chest
I can sense him.
Eyes protruding from the tips of my sternum
See all, feel all,
touch, taste, time.
Mama started goin’ gray some years ago.
Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me
All damn night and all damn day as she cries.
I’ve got to agree; she never used to
Cry her eyes and ears off all the damn time.
You tell me you know the definition of sin.
Your eyes water red with blood that is not yours to spill;
the tears, having overcome the chasm of your flesh,
leak onto Leviticus before you and seep
Secret whispers inside my head
should you spill or should you stay
vivid words and intimidating thoughts
secrets we hold and secrets we tell
Should we put out what was put in?
Blurry lines and crooked faces all crowd around, hushed by the inevitable doom, I breathe, I exist and yet all the same I am not like them, I see the awful glory of the lights thrown against the cave walls, and I digress...
She is a brick house standing so strong
Her thoughts are the chairs where her mind will sit
She is attacked by the ugly creature with hate
Maybe it was my realization that placement of words and spaces could literally shake a nation,
Wake a generation, stir a congregation, or transform no way into more ways.
Like Charles Dickens i have great expectations for you.
you are like a novel i seek to dwell into and become lost in a never ending fantasy
a great-gasp-be-comes the only expression of gratitude like Fitzgerald when i see you.
The black community is so hypocritical they complain when a black kid gets shot ,abused or hurt by another race but when it happens in our community when black kids kill kids none them murders got caught so why to be outrage when only a
You want a perfect poem. With a beginning, middle, and end.A perfect little thing that makes you feel fantastic with a good ending.Of nature, that makes you see the light of things that can't be seen.That is not this poem. Beginning.
You, Me, and Poetry.
We three different entities,
One Metaphorical, one in the past, and one right here and right now.
Time
The same time,
The same day,
a yellow spiral journal.
I was in the 4th grade;
We had to write something
anything
for a grade.
I put pencil to paper
and I wrote
and I wrote.
What mystery pervades a well!
–– Emily’s supposition.
And I, like the others,
Could only but raptly listen.
What an interesting time to live in
Where what’s right is deemed wrong
Where freedom of decision is now disregarded and we are subjugated into having a forced position
The thing about pain,
Is it will not last forever,
And it is painful for now,
But gets better with time,
The thing about scars,
You think you can’t be hurt, but we all know that's a lie. When you were born you shed the tear of life. When you were little you couldn't help but feel afraid for the world was so big.
You used to always cry at school.
The only thing wrong with that?
You used to cry about him being my boyfriend.
Stop acting like he abused you.
You're the one who calls him worthless every single day.
Quit acting like you're all he has.
We all know his friends and family love him very much.
Young love, hand holding, and silly notes,I'd been struck by the baby that floats.It was natural. I knew nothing at all.
Shel A. Silverstein
Simply for fun
–drivel yet there was a flow, a feeling
Words just popped out, yet each with meaning
Primary school: applied to excite the mundane
the uncomfortable topics:
They said this year would be hard
I never realized how hard.
It took one year.
One year and my math grade dropped,
One year and my chemistry grade suffered,
One year and I went from excellent to mediocre.
Her wrists tell a story
of a damsel in distress.
A princess with her head held high
and tears in her dress.
All the frogs she’s kissed
The thoughts put in words
and the words giving thought,
A cycle of emotion,
As put by Frost.
The emotions run sweet,
Through my body like cream;
An unreal sensation
Dear Dad,
I am not emotionally charged right now, so I figure it would be a good time to start this.
To crave action and to think of stars
To cry diction and to sing of words
To silently speak the happenings
Of Carl's good and dead grandmama
To eat passion and to write of moons
Valley of death lies in heart
Rivers without life everywhere claims urbanity
Tired clouds, touchless, swim in the far
A sky-touched way meets another
Beds of peahens sound shocked written slogan!
fearful of my eyes, my mind, my lips spitting out someone else's secrets at any given second i could explode and everything within me the restrictions of tongue.
I didn't ask for this misfortune,
Wont let them see me cry,
But somebody as sensitive,
As me would question why.
Why am I so fretful?
Why dont they abide?
To the set of regulations,
I came late to the love of verse
Simply holding an indifference
At least at first
The dwindling southern summer
Burned hot into senior year
I called on many vices to overcome her
Imagination.
The picture.
Everything we see.
Is it just pictures.
Imagination.
Imagination.
Our minds.
All work different.
None like the other.
Imagination.
When I think of my father,
the first memory that flings itself
to the forefront of my mind is
him reading to me as a child.
Bedtime birthed a world
Why is it
That we must pay
For others mistakes?
Why does this world hurt us,
Make us distrustful?
What happened to the days
When a person could walk down the street,
I am sorryFor the pain that I have caused you,For the mistakes that I have made To break our brotherhood.
I regretEverything that I have allowed,That I did not speak out And save your innocense.
It's not just words scribbled on paper
It's more of a feeling from the inside...
Boiling so far down inside you waiting to come out
Cause for so long you tried to hide behind these fine lines...
You insatiable
Unquenchable
Cold Harlem in the rain
Earthquake, the second and third shock waves, shock wave
As a young man getting ready to enter the world. And the crowd cheered as the light made my eyes a little blurred. Hard seeing those that actually cared and hard to see those who in my life were never there.
This bird gets tired of its weary ways,
All the troubles of the foolish world.
It wouldn't store up any more long days
For a stash of silver or for gold.
Stacking all its firewood in a pile
furious as I am, I searched for hope within my ravaging soul
believing that inside me, a speck still believes in life
thinking that beneath all these pain, my logic survives,
she tore my soul, shattered my reasoning, severed and in despair
i grabbed myself, bid my family good bye and journeyed to pursue – her
the woman who ruined me.
Born in this Generation
Born in the wrong Generation
When love is just a word
When relationships mean nothing more than just passing time
You took my heart without me
You do not love you just play
You're blind to the pain you cause me
I will get my heart back maybe
You act like you hate me
You care but you hide it
Her makeup
And her makeupless physique
Her kinks and coils
Her curves so unique
Her twists and Bantus so relentlessly
Warming
Her bosom warms the village
Her heart beats for the ones she loves
These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone
Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun
Race-ism hitting the psyche of humans deep
Who would've thought that I'd be where i am today, remember back when certain people couldn't even look me in my face,
now when they see me they smile,
i turn like I'm running away,
I ponder and I pace,
Like a dog pursuing a bone.
How much time I would save,
If I only had a phone.
Tossing and turning,
Overanalyzing in my head.
How grateful I would be,
Bang! The gun blew, I stand there beseeched as my love falls to the ground, lifeless and empty.
I run farther than I've ever gone going through the endless hall as if there was end that can be achieved.
"Love is disastrous.", daddy said.
Though he is the one destroying it
"Love is abusive.", daddy said.
Though he is the one who's hurting
Every single night she would say
"What story did I just read to you".
Id recite til she said "okay".
Me? id only say "to-da-loo"
Stars migrated far from home till
I could call her believes my own.
Amy amy amy, my Treasured Lioness
As I hold your symphonic voice in my arms
I realize that you had just
self expressed yourself to death now nothing’s left.
In the desert all alone
I see not one soul
Walking through the sand
This might drive me mad.
But At least I have my kindle
For without it my life will dwindle
It is my life and soul
Safe Zone, Safe Zone
shattered into pieces.
Running towards something,
anything to believe in.
Hope slowly decaing,
leaving me bare with darkeness.
Help, I need someone
As Apollo's fingertips descend
to touch Gaea's body, I visualize
you. Bruja; Witch. My sister,
my friend, my pet.
At night, her soft caramel
fur would rub against my
through the day i'll sing and play and at night i look up to the sky lights, little things here and there, but nothing with out you i can faire.
The water that cools my heart,
The fire that burns in me,
Oh why can I not see
For thou my life is marked?
For though in the rhythms of life
The schisms will cause strife,
We, as a WHOLE, are missing acceptance
And that is all we need beacuse
I am pained when saying this, but I cannot lie
this poem is called; the angel that was unaware
She couldn’t say what she felt, or even ask for any help.
I can't see through the shadows of the night.
I can't recognize myself.
I presume I look different.
Life without happiness can change you.
Informed; I pack my deserted island duffle bag
Like Icarus and Sisyphus I set my feet to sand
Action cannot exist as past, and my time is at hand
Whether fall, fail or crumble I have nothing but my will
The books the halls and the classes
exams, study sessisons and empty bottles
say its for the degree
but its to create and pratice the idea
of me
It's really quite simple: I can do without people, Relationships become a bore. I'd tolerate a world without sports, Cause then no one's keeping score. And I can sacrifice my phone-- IF need be. Yet, Upon contemplating things though to be
Face Canvas
Bronze liquid pressed against her face
Neutral rosy lids
Glowing cheek bones
Her face was a canvas
Somedays, it was clean and cut
Somedays, it was messy and faded
My love for Football is so great,Practicing for my next game 'til the dusk of day.The night starts and the game's away,tackle, sprint 'til the end of the night.
She is the war,
the carnage in my head,
who speaks with bullets of lead
and erects barbed wire fences.
I am the rain,
who settles down her rage
and drowns out the fight
I’m lost.
In an undersea white abyss of forever.
It’s cold, because the thought of you swims away with the warm sensation of us.
I follow the hollow echo of your voice trying to reach me,
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones:
non fui, fui, non sum, non curo--
“I was not, I was, I am not,
I don’t care.”
I don't say much except
Thanks for the juice
I don't need much except
Thanks for the juice
Proof is written in the stars
Thanks for the juice
The drive to survive and what's fuel inside
Our beliefs are the bindings of a book
they are what holds us together.
When the world looks dark
our beliefs are that great Ark.
The one that Moses built
it is what connects the blade to the hilt.
The day is long, its prospects dreary, and in this state I’m weak and weary.
I have no drive and no desire; I need something that will inspire.
Of movement and of thoughts I’m leery, yet to my mind there comes a query:
the weight of the world has arrived,landing right on my shoulders.a blazing comet has hit me in the chest,electrifying my heart and mind.i've taken kindly to this cometthat burns softly through my broken heart.
head heavy with the weight of an ocean,thoughts gasp for air over the crests of waves.once was a stone lodged in my heartpolished by the waters of my mind,heated by the flames of frustration and
If you were to come alongand see the beautythrough my gentle eyes,without having to rip the skinfrom my flesh to search inside.
hundreds of souls gather round the Flame
their faces away to hide shade from shame
yet one soul searches desperately in hope,
to find one soul's heart not in evil soaked.
I have dreams of you,
they are very vivid,
I remember every detail,
all the way down to the credits,
rolling starring you and I forever and ever and when I wake up,
every time there's not a dry eye.
Refuse losing the one you love for the lust of another.
The struggle of fighting for the one who holds your heart because the one who destroyed it spoke sweet nothings to you in your most vulnerable moments.
God's love runs deeper than the darkest of seas,
It swallows up the world and takes in everything,
Without Him I am an empty unfulfilled vessel,
He completes me and without Him I am nothing
I head out to battle today. I may not come back.
The Enemy is strong.
The Enemy is deceptive.
I may never see home.
But remember who fights for me. He who saved.
Celebrities always talking about how the government spending money on wars but they to busy spending money on whores. So concerned about our youth dying but don't see no videos of how to keep them inspired.
To me your just another punk in the street,
struggling to defeat the heat laying at your waist side.
Try to hide behind the blindside of the false truths but rebuked by the harsh truth of death knocking at your door step.
Time
gets shorter every year
Can you feel the overwhelming fear
Of not knowing when you’ll get there
Memories
Parting, as they say,
is such sweet sorrow
but what makes that sorrow sweet
to one full of longing?
Love might do.
The feeling of being
wanted
needed
being whole
Today is the day,
even with all my endurance and fortitude,
I walk apprehensively towards you.
With my sphere and shield
ready to face my phobias and my faith,
Too many times in today's society do I hear judgment being passed around like a baseball. Being thrown back and forth between souls who know nothing about one another.
I am A dirty mirror Observe the accumulated stain I have gathered the dust of ages Am covered in grime that sticks with relentless stubbornness Discolored and dyed into an unapproachable hue What is behind this layer of disguise? For I am
We can start over.
Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every year.
We can start over.
We get second chances 24/7.
We can start over.
We become what we want to be.
Blonde hair and blue eyes.
I reach for her but she recedes.
I look and there are tears as she cries.
I wish I could be freed.
It all started with thirteen little colonies
And a group of men who were known commonly
As the Founding Fathers of this great nation.
Franklin and Hamilton,
Madison and Jefferson,
It took a long time to even write this cause the feeling insideI tried to fight it. I was insecure cause I knew you would never like what I would try to say you would never hear it,our relationship was beyond disgracedso i inscribe on the 8 by 11
To say I need a person
is something I do not like to do.
To say I need anything
is hard for me to do.
People come and go
more times than I can count.
Despite pushing you away,
The greatest lie
it all never sense
I wondered about your absence
Now I condemned to hell, eternal damnation
I was fooled by bias and unjust interpretation
I can feel my neurosis starting to shift in my body-
Like a slow motion wave of panic.
The dread of conflicting rhythms in my organs,
Of the mind uncaged
Of electrical misfires-
a melody of the song floats threw your mindand whispers honey in your ears,warmth ascends through your heart,skin erect with the sound of music.
In the most extreme and dire conditions-
Whether it be marooned on the shores of a deserted island,
or standing along the fault
of mother nature’s disastrous earthquake crumbling,
My heart gives me life,
it is the core of my body,
the essence of me,
and all that makes me.
Without my heart I would not be me,
but an imposter,
nothing but a machine.
she may be quick to react,but there is something that she lacks,although its something that I misinterpret,she always wins the next day,like somehow she has a force,inside of her soul,why am I decieved,hence a psyche,it tends to spike,all night an
I'm all you'll ever need
If you cry I'll let you scream
If you thirst I'll leave you be
I don't do anything
But I'll always let you dream
For some this is hard to see
I look around me and all that I see is the void of loneliness,
I have been devoured once more.
Three
clutch, money
swishing, scoring, elevating
points, confidence,errors, defeat
missing, trailing, losing
blunder, slip
zero
It baffles me daily: how we insist
That we sustain on food, water, and air.
Birds have as much; yet from us they desist.
Money's our answer, if there's plenty spared.
Wishing
Waiting
Wanting
Hoping
Time is wasting
Barely coping
My days are ending
My thoughts are humming
Look ahead
The Light is coming
I'm the last person you want to see.
But all else is empty. Barren. Desolate.
These words are just synonyms for the holes, the tears
In our continuum, in our lives.
How could I live without my hand warmer?
How could I live without my pillow?
How could I live without my masseuse?
How could I live without my taxi?
How could I live without my spell check?
The trance gesture to the forestI only look into my night sky mirror.
Once had you mystified in the white snow.And there's no more than a witchwho envies people for their love.
my chest aches from loneliness, from the lack of her being,from the absence of her lifting presence.the presence that rings out my heart, drips the pain away, and drys with the sunshine from her eyes,
Movement
is more comfortable than stillness.
When I dance,
I am full I am home I am okay.
Life moves forward
and so must we.
Dance with me on the way.
All I need
Two eggs, one body. Hold a bond.
A bond - so unbreakable, stronger than steel and beyond.
The bond of two twins is like one beating heart,
Ventricle needs atria to both do its part.
Some say love's like fireworks Others say love is blind But I say love comes softly And it's all knowing in its kind
the bow turns a cheek as the stern takes a seat,his mind slips away as his heart begins to sink.he is the Capitan of a sinking ship.all alone in the dark sea,crew has fled, hope is dead.
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For as long as I can remember
My mind was my only source of reasoning
I could always use my brain to better a situation
My brain never let me down and I honestly believed it never would
Music is always on your mind
In every cell in your body
You need it to survive
Whithout it we are nothing
It is used for every occasion
With its beat our souls bind
It moves through us all
So to say I have been told that I am not
Im sure of it.
Since the incubator, I no longer can breathe with water upon my optical nerve
I have been told a tale. A scripture. A long lived falsehood.
When asked the question
"What does she like?'
I can remember pretty well
All the things you loved
The things you hate
More than most can tell
You couldn't wait until 6teen
Calm
I must remain
Calm;
Sane
must remain
sane
The moment you slip
everyone will realize
You are absolutely
Mad!
But
Aren't all the best people?
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Puch'd a rown d bi ow t sigh d
This spider veins crawl up my arms
Lining the pale skin with blue
My body tinged a sickly yellow
My expiration overdue
The cage around my ribs is cracked
The snake coils around my Heart
Squeezing ‘til it pops like a Balloon
Falling from the Sky
I watch with Bright Brown Eyes.
Apart from feeling like their is an ocean inside of me,
Apart from feeling like I need Space to exhale
I am grand my love,
Apart from feeling like the safest place i grew up in,has been destroyed by war tactics,
The one thing I could not live without,
is not what most think about.
It cannot be seen,
but is very serene.
It is the feeling of someone caring.
When one is there to comfort my fears,
A island.
I need nothing but my past.
I have no more expectations for the future.
I want nothing in the moment.
Think before you speak,
We've all heard it before.
The wonderful advice we often ignore.
Unaware that words are as sharp as swords,
Cutting into our flesh, the demons we bore.
I stand at their mercy,
Disconnected from society as the beams heat the world,
the gates are open to the earth above
let the spirit of my late dearest
liberate from tranquility
and accompany me through the unknown of my solitude
Happy,
I hear his laugh through his sideways smile
Surrounded,
I feel his warm embrace
Fulfulled,
I see the sun setting in his caramel eyes.
In every rain drop on a tumultuous day
For the moon never sets without gleaming a brilliance
Of half hearted reasons for me to walk safely at night.
For in the darkness, just over there I feel the glares
The taste of despair slowly passing through my lips as I swallowed.
Into the dark alley people joke and smoke blowing air onto my shoulders.
Where are you from you don't belong here written a long the walls.
The portal from which the tears I hold inside,
Release themselves in another form.
In a form that blimishes my blue lined canvas with the stain of my emotions,
Deep secrets that my lips cease to speak,
"I can fix it!My lifeMy FriendsMy scarsI can fix themIt didn't have to end like thisI could've gone out with a bangInstead of a splash
It's amazing, I've waitedForeverFor a moment like thisTo find anotherTo love meThe way you doBut before I answer your questionAnswer one for me
Before you act as though you knowBe sure to read ever so carefullyFor my life is the ultimate puzzleFilled with billions of mysteries
Ain’t scared, just respectful!
Had her conduct been more friendly towards me, I would have felt sorry for her.
She’s crazy—she won’t fight you anymore.
Although I've never been a fan of foreign touch, seas of person pull me under with a swaying current. Escape your head,crawl out of your mind,temporal lobe knows what's best right now. Outside Los Angeles is itching to start her nightly routine o
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated.
Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves.
We cant forgive how lonely he gets.
We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
What is more precious than
silver, rubies?
That holds more power in an empty soul
than a river of gold
Leaverage of coverage a sort of security
Why must we forget, when things go amiss
My God, your steadfast love brings tears—Your plan perfection never wrong.Oh, show me how you lead my years,How broken lives express your worth.
A world divided by race,
A people shackled by hate,
For if there is bigotry,
Then there is no liberty.
Although we are different,
We are all significant.
Do not fear difference,
I may not have anyone around,
but soon I will, I know it.
I'll be found soon,
they noticed my absense.
If I perish here today,
I'll go out like Gatsby.
love, supported, and lost.
The fight to be successful
I wonder offend how long and how much is my fight worth
The fight for a long lasting career
The fight to compete to be acknowledged for my accomplishments
Its may be the most complex thing in the world, but its one I'll never think about losing or I'm just drop oit dead. I look at myself when I need something. I dont need someone else or something else. I've always been there for myself.
Oh my sweet love and drug,
if I am without u I will surely die!
Our relationship is a give and take.
U give and I take.
I trace the path of the titanic on your back
But I hit an iceberg four days in.
I sink for two drawn-out hours.
As the night comes to an end
I cling to you as tight as possible.
But you break me and I snap.
On this island that is in my head I want to see you there with me. At this point I'm a shipwreck And you're the lonesome island. Lines of shipwrecks lie behind me all thinking they found what they'd been searching for.But the treasure maps lied.I
Today, dear Padme, my only desire,
When I close my eyes, I can see the fire
that burned anew every time I saw you
The water to drink, to quench my thirst,
Is only as good as long the river flows
The food to eat, to nourish my body,
Is only as good as the time it knows.
The roof to cover, to shelter my head,
I can be calm or fierce,
as soft as a feather or as sharp as thorns,
midnight black or white as snow,
weak as grass or strong as oak,
The sea smiles at the moon tonight
And the stars shine
It's all so perfect.....
The dream I dreamt about
I knew it'd be worth it
Seven years stuck in a hospital
To be washed to be fed
As tall as the clouds to you, yet are small as a pencil to the world.
Smooth to the thought, yet rough to the touch.
As Strong as a mountain to man, yet as weak as flower to nature.
Shelters, yet destories.
Hyphnos no longer holds me in his embrace
His son, morph the sandman dream into nightmares
I wake startled, am not home
A country ruled by the Ares of a government
one hundred percent of people who breathe oxygen die.
one hundred percent of people who do not breathe oxygen are dead.
you are oxygen.
every moment i breathe you is a moment
closer to death.
Part: I
Poem # 3
"Ahh Those Snobs"
By: The Anonymous Poet
In this town, the freeway cut through the heart
Bringing those Snobs along who think they're all ooh-la-la
I born life and saved the earth,
It was really out of my control but I didn't have the
energy to stop the creation.
I born life and saved the earth,
to show you that you were not lost
Fortune is my girlfriend Here today then gone again When it's my turn She is no where to be found Ha ha ha she is laughing at my face When, I think that I got her She actually runs my life I've to be careful with my prize Hold on tight It could b
I can't live without
I know, no doubt
Music is like breathing
The beats are like sleeping
Music, Not basic
Classic
So sick
It's ballistic
Music is like being alive
It's a skydive
My creature is a she, beautiful, slim, and kind hearted.
She is black but fair in complexion
She is of average height and always willing to work towards perfection.
Music is the love of my life
I listen to music all the time
During dinner,
When I'm driving, and
When I study.
Music is my best friend
How can I describe her? She walks in beauty. Her very footsteps cause blossoms to bloom. Her hair is a reflection of the sun's golden rays, and is as the finest oriental silk. Her face is utter proof that man was made in His image.
The root to all evil,
The purpose of life.
We can't live without it,
No matter how much we try.
But why?
Why conflict?
Is the idea of perfection too overwhelming?
Without conflict,
The most distinguishable coat,
The Coat of Many Colors
The brothers of Joseph knew it
And of course it was admired.
Perhaps they enjoyed it too much.
Welcome to the quiz. There will be three items, each a different type of question.
Scores will be determined by honesty and creativity.
Respond to the best of your ability.
They asked what's gotten into you? You must admit & forgive the mind poverty hoolahoops a limbo even loops you've put yourself through.
Are you something I need?
Or something I want?
Because of my greed
of something to flaunt?
Begging the question each waking day
Do I need you that much, since you're miles away?
Bullying.
As if people did not have enough to stress about.
Self image is now more important than education.
Does one knoe how it feels to be called names?
Bitch, whore
Slut, Ugly
All I need is my soccer ball
It's the best sport in the world
and you don't have to be tall
when I shoot the ball I can make it curl
Just look at Lionel Messi and his skills
He's FiveFoot-Seven
I am split, what once was one, now is two, I told it to shew, but it just grew, what should I do? It's consuming me, like a frog to a bee. Why do I feel like a tree, stiff and old? I cant stop thiss feeling of being cold.
Fell down in a land of endless fantasies.
Didn't wish for them to be threatening all of me.
It's 5am, I'm lost
She's on my mind and my breath
I turn around to her next to me
I sigh
Not out of exhaustion or desperation
destroy me
love me
with cold hands
twisting my heart
and tearing my trust
hiding underneith
your viel
foolish me
appearing like
a cog in the machine
The weather is like humans
When we are at our happiest
It represents sunshine
When we are sad
It represents the gray skies
When we are mad
It represents thunder
When we are at our angriest
Before the sun rises,
my mind is alive, and
trying to break me from
the silence my thoughts have devised.
"Is it really worth it?
am I a worthless person?"
The person I seem to be
It's just not me
The things I do just to fit in
I can't do this to me
I have to let the
Hidden me
Out for everyone to see
I am a Wordsmith.
I live in an era of camouflage won by men who are dangerously armed, but who need hugs
Teachers who are paid less for what it costs them to be heard,
Hypocriticals if we say we love, yet spill our bloods behind each other.
She said she is your best friend
Yet she stabs you in the back.
This kind is the Story for The Gods
Exposing my face on Facebook,
or tweeting my teeth on twitter.
That is not who I am really.
Of course we shall be rescued
While we are waiting we will have a good time, we'll have rules
This is a good island, no beasties
That first enthusiastic exploration
He was the man that left when I was 3 months
old. Not by choice but by financial needs.
He would always call and I always imagined the
man who I loved and admired standing at a phone
Rigid yet smooth edges curve so elegantly,
Spiraling like a silk tornado.
Round and round,
Tighter and tighter.
For 3 years’ puberty takes over;
Growing 15 centimeters long
I’ve noticed every layer added only makes you stronger,
Intense heat causes your bond to grow closer.
Your red jagged edges of your broken surface,
Scrape against my gentle pure flesh.
I am sorry she’s gone
-Pushing daisies in a better place.
Her parents will claim it as an accident.
We’ll just go with that.
Here lies the cat in grander soft and big,
In dreams he prances quickly and sly.
If possible cat would catch the horrible pig,
He who does not stop being a bad guy.
Sometimes I think about the way it used to be.
Simple. Happy.
And suddenly I am left with a burning in my chest,
A longing for things that have been and can never be again.
You told me I made you feel the way
I feel when I draw circles under my tongue,
but I'm not very good with new concepts.Driving the nails into the coffin of my inhibitions,
The fluorescents blink almost as fast as you when you're uncomfortable,
And of course we don't know what we did wrong,
but the wax on the floors might.
I pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America.
This first line always makes me queasy.
It doesn't sound
She sits in the room, with nothing to say,
The kids make fun of her features and hair
And she wonders, why they treat her this way?
When ‘all men are equal’.. And it’s not fair
I am home to the stars
Home to life, and home
to planets that rain glass.
There are universes in my mind
that I have yet to explore;
These veins in my wrist - so winding and intricate -
Where I’m From
Layne Moore
I am from that small old town in Indiana.
From just a child playing in the back yard
I AM NATE
That is my name
But the naming of this nappy headed kid turned out to be unfortuNATE
I am here
I am born
everybody’s eyes behold
life can be cold
leaving you numb of twisted colors,
black and blue
who am I ? To not understand the ways of life
who am I ? To not believe the dream we once all shared.
who am I? To not know the expectations of myself and let them flow freely in the mst of failing
Smile for the camera, smile for the people, smile for the fake accusations that are primarily meant for the social standards of America, a lost cause and a sad truth.
Those witching nights whose dawns forgot to peak
Hollowing moments sneak into our mind
Passion as long as three weeks cannot speak
I am a seventeen year old teenager who lends her life to others.
I am the mistakes I made when I was sixteen, fifteen, and years past.
I am every emotion bottled into one, form-fitted body.
For some, a place of blame
Seen as a crutch for the weak
A reason for their fame
The Earth given to the meek.
Man's greatest invention
Some being high in the sky
Man was a creation
I am sitting in class
Looking forward at the teacher
From the corner of my eye
He is sitting there
Staring on at us, not saying a word
He listens intently at every word spoken
We all know he is there
They say the sins of the father pass to the son
But really it's just the anger that runs through the blood
So then I must ask, "thirteen years, and what've I got?"
A spiteful empty heart, and a temper that runs oh so hot
Love can be seen in so many ways,I could go on for days and days.Love is powerful, as we can see,We've all fallen at one point, even me!To love someone with all your heart,It's hard to explain, where do I start?
i feel there comes a time
when we realize that our life
is only but half a life
that we have deprived ourselves
of enrichment and fulfillment,
Life starts with living, do you cherish the memories, the love, the friends. the family,
the fighting, the helping hands? Do you ever stay so quiet no one realizes your presence,
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I am from the elderly:
The young, embodied in old.
Oil paintings, nickels, toothpicks,
Soup-ified meals, straws, and distant looks.
I am from memories.
I am from plum trees
I am intricate,
I keep people on the very tip of their little toes,
I live my life as if it were a paradox,
I like to switch things up when no one is paying attention,
Deep breaths,
Tears and gross sniffles
Air lacks oxygen once again
This time with no back up tanks in the corner
Reaching
Grabbing
Counts back from 10
Wait!
I am who god made me to be okay
and I accept it I don't care if you don't
I am human just like you
SIXTH SYMPHONY
Beethoven
is a liar.
He would have
you believe that
he wants you;
but behind your
back, he is
glad to see you go.
Happiness
Everyone run, the monster is coming.
With hair of fiery orange, eyes of dark, cold blue, souls laid upon her skin like trophies.
Only Losers go to school;
I taught myself how to move.
I'm not the type to count on you -
Cuz stupid's next to I Love You...
No, in truth, this work's not mine.
I have a dream, much like Dr. Martin Luther King. That this country will stick to its important creed. "We The People", Blacks weren't included, but are they now? Why no respect for the black in office right now? He's a monkey!
Once destined to be forgotten in darkness
To not recieve any sort of hope
But instead was abandoned by all
Until one day a miracle happened
A hand reached out to me
I AM A SURVIVOR
I recall that day perfectly well.
I was in my house getting ready to study,
When it collapsed into the ground rapidly.
It felt like the end of time,
I am a survivor.
I am different from others. Aiming higher than what is required. I am ambitious and kind. Working hard and respecting others. I wonder if am ready to live on my own. Am I ready to go out into the world and make a difference?
Just as Eden, all was well for a time,
Ever sweet perfection in paradise -
The came the sorrrowful, eternal crime,
Temptation caused the grandest sacifice,
Like Icarus soaring high as can be,
I know that I'm crazy
That makes being me: easy.
I live through the day
Saying what I wanna say.
No one tells me what to do,
I don't care if y'all boo.
"The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice."[1]With sincere respect, Mr. President:
Mere words cannot bend it to your will.
Who I am today would took a very long time to figure out but i know who i am right now.
My life was and is never easy. So many times I was really confused about who I was.
Then one day I woke up and decided I wanted to know.
I wanted to hold him
I wanted to tell him it would be okay
I wanted to hug him and tell him "breathe"
I wanted to squeeze him and suffocate him until he remembered to breathe
I am... a visionary
I tailor words
They slip
They slide
Into an ABYSS.
I am... hopeful
But,
my delirious paradise
Could use chocolate.
Some beauty to
murmur
There is a woman in my mind whoseshell grows and crumbles, collapsesand is rebornendlessly. A statue, a castlein some ancient landthat was first etched on archaic blueprints and
Written by me, but from my mother's perspective, before she passed away.
Today you start school.
All caught up,
Green checks on every lesson.
You don’t even have to set
I seem to have this strange obsession with
Fire
It burns
It melts things
It destroys
It creates
It is
The Epitome of
My mother
My mother smokes newports
Be more open,
use less verbs,
no more repetition,
and less words.
Be more suspicious,
use smaller ending,
make characters relatable,
and less words.
Be more honest,
How are you okay with missing her fifteenth birthday?
How can you move forward knowing you're not playing the role in her life anymore?
How can you hate her so much to leave and never come back?
I am the ivory piano key:
The promise of love
In a sound you can see,
The promise of loss
And the shatter of dreams.
The marble beneath you
Is that of the gods,
You walk on the heavens,
The cynic in the back of the room
The one with caustic wit and biting retort
Sarcastic, sardonic
Jovial in conversation
Until provoked by incompetency or stupidity
Blunt and unforgiving truth
I left her
Afraid scared and alone.
My guardian angel needs me.
I did not know my heart was her home.
I felt I could fight alone,
But I proved I am weak broken and a wreck.
Born a girl
But read a book
And now what is she,
A he
An it?
Doesn’t she know the pain he causes others
When it
Or xe?
Decides a thousand things
In a single day?
Alexandra wells
A daughter,sister,and mother.
Loved by some.Betrayed like no other.
A loving heart, a strong soul.
Life and love has taken its toll.
Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space,
which has been allotted.
Are you souless?
Do you care?
I have a soul,
at least I think.
A remenaberable Burn
once told me that,
"The eyes are the
windows to the soul."
I'll always remenber
That
Encroaches the force
Whether light or dark
The rider on his horse
The words that mark
Dread is shown
Heavy is the air
Empty is the throne
Terror to the heir
I come from roots and trunks
those to branch out before I,
were cut short
The first to branch out,
Only to provide shade
for "my" big brother
who takes our seeds
abused and misplanted.
I doth fear I will always be a three,
That I'll not hear the prophecy of fate,
That I shall bring the woeful tears to thee,
Yet I am no seer to fore-know thy state,
But a three I also find within you,
The speed at which time flies is breathtaking.
Everything I do is a memory in the making.
All these things I dream of being, all these places I dream of seeing.
All I see is everything before man.
The foot, of man, crushed and doomed this land.
It's not water when it's ocean, it's body, covered in no modern lotion, we, rely on.
Alone in a field, alone, with no wind to carry
Nothing and no one to carry him he begins to dry
Then the Tornado enters his life, and rips him from his slow decay
I am crashing
Nothing I can do will ever stop the slashing.
A girl dying inside
And no one has even tried.
Destiny, settled in stars
Adjusted by wonder
Fiddled with by passion
Two meet
Not meant to greet
Secrets kept from Three
Over the mountains
Across the seas
Through the tunnels
Under the trees
The wind blows here
All over the world
The voice is heard
The wind whispers
“Caution, Danger is near”
Time and time again, perfection sees none.
Greatest creation for the best of fun.
But, I know nothing is to come from this,
for an emptiness resides inside me.
The greatest of great creates more sweet bliss,
I am a shadow, following behind my pain
i am a shadow , disappearing when the clouds come out
i am a shadow , closed in and haunted by the darkness
I am American,
Not only American but Hispanic.
Cultures joined inevitabley,
Treated inequitably;
Because ONE of both are immigrants
I am the result of their love
YET treated unfair
The hesitation I had to take this medication, wasn't a celebration because my body
Did not have the proper preparation to take life on as a repsonsibility, a priority that I knew my arms
Wouldn't be able to be carrry on my back
The other day I was a low sunken waterfall. Full of falsehoods, lies, and flaws. I guess that's why she left me hollow like the once nourishes tree logs during fall. The volcano erupted one last time covering my heart with ashen grey smog.
Today she was like the mountains that hold fast through the fiercest of storms
Because she was happy
But like the rocks that hold tight through the wind have layers,
Under the strength of her rocks
Beautiful city bathed wih flowers
with an essential sound emitted by the
water that as a cascade touches it everywhere.
This city is history, present and future.
I am ever changing
Lost in the forest of thought
Shacking under the hand
Staring strong at the light of lime
For when I am defined I will be found
I am ever changing
Every step I take is a step towards oblivion, an unknown past, a merciless future
Counting the edges of the webbed stars on my hand is no more a task than defining my future,
You ever feel so worthless all you wanna do is cry can't even stand to stare in the mirror cause the hate goes straight to your eyes
Those tears running down your face expresses the pains you can't explain
Why is it not...?
Even so I start to love...
Even though I love you so much,
My mind is nothing but blank.
Within the depths of my mind I see,
The person who I've looked for in my heart...
We hold hands, hug and sometimes flirt,
We talk trash, cuss and publicly wash each others dirt,
Our connections seems more natural like twins at birth,
For sure, we would scratch each others back till we depart this earth.
People draw with silver.
It comes out red.
Magic?
People walk with gravity.
They end up weightless.
Magic?
People eat a day
The food disappears the same day.
Magic?
‘L’ is for the way you left me, abandoning my heart
leaving me to carry this emotional back pack.
I was helpless, it weighed me down and like a vagabond
I had nowhere to take heart-rending refuge
I am your slave-master,
The fists that beat down on your beauty
And the feet that stomps your face
I am your thunderous nightmare,
The past to which you are shackled
The sorrow that enshrouds you,
Some call me a math prodigy,
Others state a rocket scientist,
I am an oddity, probably an anomaly.
But, despite what others label me,
I call myself a revolutionary,
In the direction of which my heart relies, I find my own warmths life support
To embrace the endless swirling sky, my towers never err and fall short
To be honest……
The most amazing thing I could say about myself is….
Okay! I see you’re impatient but I love the suspense!
The fact that I have ADHD completely rocks my socks.
Perfect is not a word for me,
Here is a word that has set me free:
‘Original’ is the song I sing
Even as the fire engulfs my wing.
Never will I die; I am reborn,
I am passionate, I am not torn.
Never build a home inside of a person.
People are too temporary
Just think of it this way..
If you found a piece of land that you were interested in
And decided to build a home there
To the Darkness surrounding us,
You held humanity in a cage.
Now, we come after you to strike back with vengeance.
One by one, you shall fall before our rage,
In part, due to your carelessess
By Meredith Metsker
Being a young adult is crazy sometimes,
You’re too old to be hip and too young to be wise.
And this whole time all we’re trying to surmise,
Wow! Where has the time gone
Freshman year was terrifying
Sophomore year was cool
Junior year was an eye-opener
And well Senior year is finally here
And I feel like an caterpiller
A twinkling night shining down
Songs outside your window announcing the presence of the sun around
She swam through silvery mist
accustomed as she had become to it
So many travels, so many memories
Who am I and where do I go from here
Married, multilingual, international resident
Who am I and where do I go from here
I call Michigan, Nebraska, Virginia my home
There is nothing like walking in the rain,
Feeling nature's power in the rawest form,
The rain, falling like angel's tears upon you,
Shattering against your skin, giving the world vegetative life from sorrow,
Take a deep breath
Walk on stage
Lights in your face
you're on the stage
you sit in silence
waiting
waiting to hear yourself
you take a moment
another deep breath
you speak
This is AWESOME!
Reading, writting , raising your hand!
Sitting, listening, now I got to stand!
Math, and Science, eww what is that!
Wow, I can't wait to come back!
The first day of school is always Awesome!
Not everything is awesome
Not everything is good.
The darkness closes in,
I put up my hood.
Breathe in, breathe out
let's start this from within.
My heart replays the rhythm
A lot of people do stuff on purpose, but without a purpose. So what's your purpose?
In the stuggle and grind of every student, don't forget to always be prudent. Remember to pay you bills and make eye contact. Don't leave those passwords around to be hacked.
My arms are long,
My hair is wooly, no
I am not worried because,
Who will ever see?
You know my back is strong and,
Just as sturdy as it can be.. after
Some people live in black and white,
others live in blue.
You may see the pale, soft pinks of the world,
but not all that you see is true.
An orange may look like a red,
With her spine align and head held high,
I knew she was a strong woman of color,
like rare flower that blossoms from the soil of Eden,
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I might divine the night’s mystique
What lays beyond my holey soul,
Might be ‘nough to feed the weak
Drifting through aimless time and space?
Eyes closed, thoughts drifting away
Each image passing by as if it were a car on a train
I am from a common city where we are all the same, from a happy and loud place where everyone envies people for what they have.
I am from a place where my roots run deep
Like a “Virginia live oak” that’s iconic of the old South
Stretching from the Coastal Plain Tidewater to the
Majestic Appalachian Mountains and back to the place where
How does one know when all is well?
Don't worry, there's an aswer to the question,
There's no wrong answer, but seek the answer in the lesson
It was as simple as the words that you see me typing,
How does one know when all is well?
Don't worry, there's an aswer to the question,
There's n wrong answer, but seek the answer is in the lesson
It was as simple as the words that you seem me typing,
What to do what to say when your not your resume goals achieved tasks met lost my soul lost it in a bet it was a wager made early on as a child from dusk til dawn.
Talk until past,
speak untill away,
darkness and light will talk all day,
darkness and light will create a beautiful eclipse ,
in the silence of their hearts,
And the light will take over,
You feel you cant do it
you feel you cant accomplish it
your stuck own your own trying to figure out what comes next
the lonley and dark cornor of your conscious when its not even there telling you what to do
You must help me to become my best
I'm scared to fly away out from the west
It's nothing. nevermind. I'm here with you
"Did I leave my sweater over there?"
"Yes. I've been sleeping with it. It smells like you. :)"
I miss that love
I want that love
A heart melting love
Water to my witch love
Melt the wickedness
Greed is the world new breed.
But is greed what the world needs?
The need for greed is a seed planted by the farmer we never see.
The seed we plant is the seed we choose not what is chosen.
The first sip of coffee in the morning when you wake up
The butterflies in your stomach before your first date
Listening to your favorite song on full blast
As you dance around the room when no one is watching
What have I done?
A new life? How can I care for it?
I’m not strong enough. I’m so young.
I made the mistake.
She is awesome. She reminds of the sun rising
I want to explore her crevasses and visit her horizon
I want to feel the heat from her solar flares
And it"s awesome how one is blinded by her beauty if they start to stare
Present perfect tenseOcean of ancient futuresWind of change mind rearrangeElegant emergencyReturning with gifts
I never left the sink on,/
But I might've left the shower all the way if I needed something to think on,/
Liberation came in the form of her absences. /
Elephant in the room left swinging
Like a pendulum, hope the rope does its thing and,
(We know how to tie ties,)
(But not how to untie nooses.)
Truth Be Told
Love is a journey
where one wanders
But he or she does not wander alone.
This life is worth living
Truth Be Told
and YOU, yes you! will live it.
You will make mistakes,
Living in society, full of critics
Judgmental? Might be
They're saying you got to live this way
to be accepted
Freedom disappeared
Living in hell with some exceptions
No time to plan your own dream
Meadows bow to the Winds,
Trees invites a zephyr of touch to their leaves,
The Oceans laughs at the tickles of a breeze upon their waves.
The house boat anchers itself away from the joy,
I work, work work work, myself to the bone.
Day in and day out I work,
come home and write, write, write away
the words I create to satisfy the professors.
Into the wee hours of the night,
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Spit and cuss I’ll make no fuss cause words, they’ll never hurt me. Ha.
I try to convince myself to this defense to my soul, heart AND myself…
I empty my chest; I have had all that I can take,
I whisper my goodbye with the last in my lungs.
I stand so still; not even a flinch,
I force myself to remain calm.
We all are in love with comfort
There’s just no way around it.
You won’t throw out your favorite pair of shoes
Even if the soles are so worn down
That it’s as if they were made without them
Halfway into my West Coast residency,
I find myself navigating uncharted waters.
Traversing through the seemingly endless
meanders of touches, gestures, and verbal exchanges.
Once Upon A Time,
She heard the clock chime,
Only to tell her the magic was leaving,
But she didn't care for she was believing
She would see him again.
That blue dress and perfect hair,
It started with shakes and the violent pounding.
The floor boards matching the beat inside my ribcage.
Japan was beautiful. And it was the shaking that stirred such a thought.
Everyone remembers their tale,
but do they remember mine?
I was there long before she came.
I’m not jealous of her.
She isn’t anything I couldn’t be.
I may be hot-headed, but
never jealous.
Herald the majesty of the minute,
The sweetness of the un-lasting second,
The not-gentle rage of the light once lit;
Look not and worry not of the quick end.
Let this be an ode to all that exist,
IT IS WHAT IS CALLED IT IS
IT IS WHAT THEY SAY IT IS
IT IS WHAT WE SEE IT TO BE
IT IS WHAT I WANT IT TO BE
I'm lost
On
The raft of
Medusa
Floating endlessly
As
Wayward voyagers
On a
Painter's
Stilled
If reality
Was
As
Fixed as the
Tip of this
Poet's pen
Then I could see to it
Whole realities
Extinguished like
My life, is a ship lost at sea, with the wind raging and waves tossed up at me.
On a course unset, with the sun set beautifully.
That light in the distance is my little fix that I use to see.
'Tis not a fight between black and white,
Nor a quarell between boy and girl.
Shed not the Gore of rich and poor,
Nor conquer the place of sinful race.
Yet fight within yourself
the evil realms
The whirr of electric life is electric thoughtblurred by mathematicsconfounded by chemistrydisgruntled by retrenchmentinhaling a textbook on its deathbeddisappointed by renovationstearing apart
Life is worth living because of these.
Strum of coastal breeze,
sugary and smooth,
lock of hair that flits
away from my face.
Rustle of leaves, slight and drifting,
Floating gently yonder,
Roaming giant thoughts,
She endlessly yearns.
Substance ever reaching,
Grabs, she ends struggling,
Gives smile, echoes sadness.
She eternally yells,
Riots all across different towns, everywhere you look you see dirty frowns
You look at a world filled with sadness, but do you succumb to madness
"Gangrenous Neuroticisms plague my behavior,
Psychic festerings with the most unpleasant of cures,
And you are my treatment."
Only In the dreams I dream'd would the situation be viable in which I'd be with you...
And it seems that the dreams yield a better prize than reality,
it means I must prevail so that my rival doesn't.
I find it fitting that we finally reacquaint here at Armageddon, a site of sacred pain.
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Don't be mad, just feel.
Feel how I felt those days ago.
Don't care, learn.
Learn what you did so I don't have to say it.
Don't worry, realize.
Realize your wrong doings you didn't know before.
The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy,
After the bombing and the raid,
As his flesh is kissed and licked away
By pincers of roiling flame.
I’m thinking, contemplating,
Walking in the empty space surrounding me,
I’m twisting, churning, and arching my back.
What to do.
Pulling loose threads off my sweater,
Biting my bottom lip,
I want to be free from this pain. love always come after rain . But it's been raining for a couple billion days. your face always send butterflys to my mind .
I sit in a cold lake.
"Why are you sitting in a cold lake?" They ask.
"That's the only way my heart will continue to beat."
I don't get sick. I never get sick.
I bathe in cold lakes.
Shall we go find the man who slew the fiend?
Ventured deeper past the TumTum ago;
Against an ancient tree shade he did lean,
To reminisce along that fatal blow.
Where is the line betwixt alive and dead?
Is it dormant or of a moving tongue?
“I speak, it lives” is what the old priest said.
Let us not get confused about this day,
with clarinets broken to spit out lead;
No matter what the alcoholics say,
Button pushers and those below are dead.
Chem group working with at equilibrium project when,
"Put your attitude away...it doesn't even match your outfit!"
"OMG! You are so RUDE!"
Laughing from both sides
Stare
Stare really hard
There must be something,
I say
One thing,
I say
Something.
No
Says the mirror to my eyes
No
My eyes agree.
Yes,
I say aloud
So
I'm perfect
like the story of Hercules.
Represented by Courage and Glory,
Masculinity and Strength,
Pleasure and virtue.
Chosen by light, and
offered one of two lives.
I'm perfect
the broken glass from the picture frame
you see the family photo did not describe me
the broken glass did each broken piece is I
i touch i bleed you talk i listen
the sent of burning things the blood that kills me
Of Kids & Nations
A little boy was asked
To try to surpass
The kid in front of him.
Once a disassembled existance,
I was burdened within a gyre of unending thought.
Pressing through time with little resistance,
I did what I pleased, knowing naught
Of the troubles to come,
I fell into the darkest of my diaries
I lost my love and my light
I forgot my dreams and those who care
I became untouchable to joy and freedom
I became unloved by myself
I became the end of my life
If you knew just what I knew
About him and his boo
And what they tried to do
To make me look like the fool.
They met me on the block of Avenue
to test me on what I really knew
Madness is ambiguous, just like reality
When life is too sweet, you get bad cavities
Because there's beauty in the struggle
The ups and downs, concavity
It's been a good life, so my concious holds
On all fours they stare below
Hoping to find what all must know
but nothing comes and nothing goes
then onto two without explanation
On two they know what they hoped to find
below isn't there
The halls are long and the light is far
Music no one can hear, is in my head
They read me, yet they don't know who they are
Waking up in the Ocean of Noise,Smoke and Dirt
All I think was, Is it not going to death but No its already part of me
Looking at my street all I could see
Holes and it depth
I think God dipped me in coffee just before I was born.
I'm addictive, warm, and have undulating waves of energy..
Or I'm bitter, sharp, and have an unexplainable affection for cream.
As I move closer and closer
to the top the same question again pops.
Will i make it to the top?
The most frightening thought pops into my head when I am in class and I dread the very idea that someone in this room could possibly read my mind
She hears the voices tellin' her to end it
Take your life you have no reason for livin'
She feels alone, and that no body cares
Would anybody even notice she's not there
"Give the Black man crack, glocks and things, give the Red Man craps, slot machines"
-Lupe Fiasco
The First Day I heard - Eye for an Eye
I became so happy
I thought is he giving me a letter -i for another -i
Or is he High or should I just say Hi?
Oh brother!
Can I ask what you looking for
But wait for some sec Lemme tell u wat Am Looking For.
I wish I could Fly like a Bird
What am looking for i'll Continue Looking for till I become white beard
everybody wanna live forever
YEAH!
Everyone lives forever .
Death is just a transportation to the real life u've been sleeping all this while .
So be ready cuz this life Is an illusion or should I say its a dream.
reaching into the depths of love stained pages and pulling out the most familiar character is my way of reinforcing my sense of self
You been through it all
Hiding dirt stains
Under the make up of your new self
Ring your body out and there is nothing
Because your emotions are ran dry
(I)mages, thoughts, sensations,
i realize
the impossible incoherence
of this unfolding dre(AM).
(THE) objects in my w(O)rld
make se(N)se,
i am the generator of the wor(L)d,
Renew, rebuild.
My house is broken down.
I will rebuild my house on my Father's Words.
My Father and I look closely at the broken down house.
There are piles of hatred, fits of rage, and more on the floor.
The most authentic version of myself?
Well.
For my parents, I am Hannah Elizabeth.
Beautiful, strong, resilient—
On the outside.
For my teachers, I am #133193
29 ACT, 1950 SAT, 4.3 GPA—
Purple eyes, hazy purple
Crazy mind, covered by lies
A nerdy kid who does math for fun
Stays awake in science because she wants to listen
Described as a quiet little flower
Hah! Flower, that thought I’ll devour
I come from a street where cars allmove at 60 miles an hour, wherelights flash throughthe window at 3 am,unseen behind the laptop screen,the consuming thingsthat keep me worrying.
Everyone thinks they are great
But no one is better than me
I can predict the future
I have a photographic memory
And I control all beings
I find enlightment in my dreams
I make horror movies scream
Who am I
Behind the Mask
Do I live, or do I die?
In front of the past.
Will it last?
I create myself
Every morning, before breakfast
In the mirror,
Find myself in the shower,
The bomb shells light the air in a fiery rain;
smoke bellows through the land.
The sound of screams and gunshots fade,
but not 'til my brothers go away;
we run in unison into the midst of chaos
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real.
I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
Who am I but a figment of my own imagination?
A lie.
An idea I’ve used to claim the land of four nations.
Who am I?
I support you when you're in pain.
I am in an arm's reach when needed.
I am there for you when you need me.
I understand you're hurt.
I understand your pain.
But to you I am expendable.
As I walked the road of life,
eyes downcast,
I found myself upon an aspen leaf,
frozen in the ice.
Once green, now black as tar
a black pit, seething and gaping
I travel by train and I look out
My window, my legs are too close to the grey-man beside me
Headphones in, power chords, progressions
I am progressing, and my knees
Need a shave; they catch on the silk of his suit.
My name is A'Jayla
All of Joy and Anger,
I'm Young
Filled with Longing and Amazement
I stand surrounded in the garden
Of memories in which I’m stuck
Because of the curse she’d struck
That made my past harden.
The goddess of darkness didn’t pardon
The first time I saw him,
I knew exactly what he was.
He was art.
Art isn't supposed to look nice.
It's supposed to make you feel something.
Truth of Lightning
We think we know who we truly are,
When in fact we have always have
And always will be,
Brainwashed.
Now, now let me explain,
Walking within the microcosm of Wall Street,
One will find an extraordinary feat,
That of money keeping people going,
As if they used it for their own two feet.
And yet we have those who think the economy,
Who is most infallible?
Perhaps it is Alexander the Great,
The man who owned the world,
Feared by all
Subject to none.
After 4 years I too will take the world by storm,
The Skin I’m in
The Skin I’m in doesn’t mean I am covered in sin
Or that I am corrupt from within born into a life of violence and rage.
That because of my skin tone I am an animal uncaged.
Fear and joy go hand in hand
Resent for the other is not what I intend
For both can lead to either's path
And why the frightening can make me laugh
Morality is a skewed philosophy
Without fliter i am just an average girl.
A girl with imprefect skin and facial features
The fliter protects me from the public opinon.
the mean comments will not get to me if i have my escape.
I drink a bottleMake that twoTrying to remember my first time with youAnd then it goes blackJust everythingI don't want to go backFor anythingThen bamA flash
People try to tell me I’m a fake,
But whether they like it or not,
I am exactly what I say I am.
They say I just pretend to be brave,
But I know I am brave.
They say I only wish I was smart,
I am authenticity.
I am coffee at three in the morning because I cannot sleep and the dog is snoring.
even within nature we are confined
in chains
from the depths we crawled
toward the sun
into the trees
wiping sweat from our brows
liberty
I've been sitting here all night, watching what i shouldn't
Snatching up pics I normally wouldn't
New players start at level 1.
There's not much you can do.
The enemies are too difficult -
one hit and you're down,
the quests are too complicated,
and it seems the other characters have looping speeches.
Day to day she wanders,
her mind constantly muddled.
Her pain is so unbearable
yet she hides.
The world is coming down on her head
she needs protection she needs help.
Her roof, her soul is made of glass
Life as we know it, its all the same.
Being judged, stressed and put to shame.
Life as we know it, is different for you and me,
Confused, Lost, that's all I see.
I walk along the sidewalk
Putting on a smile for all to see
A skip in my step
My words a melody.
A filter.
Inside is dark.
Lonely.
My eyes glimmer
My heart is dimmer.
The camera goes down, and there's the frown
Fears rushing from beneath, tears gushing from my eyes to the tip of my reach
It's funny
They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Many times I was the eye and the beholder
As I got older I felt like I had to fix the mistakes that were on me
I was struggling to be true
who I am is who I am.
No one but he can create this man.
What is my name? Could it be stan?
No I am not a stan or a shadow of a man.
I am my own, not somene who is blan.
As the dark, black veil covered the sodden face,
I knew that trouble was on the verge here.
For she holds strong power and has no grace
And pulls her gratitude and joy out of fear.
Knowledge is like pearls fallen
On a clean slate. A connect-the-dots;
A complex task; to be taken
When I look in the mirror, who do I see?
A beautiful black girl with,
A smooth queenly head, dark and lovely, held high, glimmering with
Fierceness,
Pride, and
Innate awesomeness.
We tend to cling to the peak of the known,
Terror and the abyss await unless shown,
That the core of the tower is an empty throne,
Or at best, something to be overthrown.
Everyone you meet -
the ones that you avoid-
these people are your reflection.
See yourself as they see you,
Would you be welcomed or Rejected.
Every day I accent the same flawless imperfections of my own personal style
A ten-dollar ring from a gift shop in Gulf Shores
A black leather, metal studded bracelet from the same shop
I am a series of syllables,
Thrown together with whimsy and chance.
I am a sea of endless thoughts with waves so large they threaten to pull me under and drown me.
If the world is a recital, I am the pianist.
Playing my part and shining through my solos.
The spotless black lacquer reflects unforgettable memories.
We're space-candy mannequins,
just suckers for human sin.
Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world;
only sweet until it's gone
and you're left with that ache in the maw.
I'm a space-candy mannequin,
When we first met I was nothing but an empty landscape.
You made me laugh so deeply that I cried,
and the tears watered a lost garden in my body.
As the sun goes down
she sits quietly on a couch by the veranda
many confusing thoughts cloud her mind
she has a black eye from last night's showdown
tick tock the clock is ticking for another round
Who am I with no filter ?
Ask what is music without the mixer
Raw & uncut
Vintage with more love
An image of inperfection
Not even shades could fix my indentations
Looking through a lens
The Different Kid was colorful
His voice was loud
His eyes were bright
Sunny hair and a wide, white smile
They say that if you brushed against him,
You’d walk away with a rainbow on your shoulder
I'm a product of my enviornment, in the sweetest sense.
My face is scratched-- from that time that neighbor cat clawed me.
Who Am I Underneath?
Not the same as the outside
Depression runs in my viens
Suicide runs through my mind
A rather dim lit view
A dim lit view of a place I once knew
A place which is capable of feeding my joy
A joy that some call an oddity
As my cheeks begin to secede
I've seen the milky ways lay right ahead
I've climbed a mountain that lay me down ahead
I've seen the springs of flower just rushing in
In my sincerity I live distance ahead
Dark; the world falls into ruin;
Hate; and you're no better than the Heartless
that steall that piece within
that allows us to love on another
Night; fear what lurks in the shadow;
When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the
Most real version of myself
Dark circles
Crazy Bed head
Drool on the side of my mouth
And freckles everywhere
I’m no Cinderella
Never lost a glass slipper
Never got prince charming
I’m no Cinderella
Always felt strange
Faraway
Slipping away
Always felt strange
Eyes hold lies
Ears hold lies
It is not only the mouth that holds lies
Whatever you're seeing is wrong, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
Whatever you're hearing is wrong, YOU'RE WORTHY
Get your own big chair.
I think it has been long overdue.
You should just grow some beard hair,
and buy some new fucking shoes.
Those words will never be spoken now,
we're head over heels in shame,
I am not composed of numbers and articulate measures
I am not Bach’s masterpiece nor am I a masterpiece
I am covered in blemishes and dirt
I have sinned and I am sin
I have eaten from the forbidden tree
I am flawless.
But I was not born this way.
I did not make myself this way.
I do not deserve to be this way.
Yet here I am
Saying I am flawless.
He called them to the sea
A boundless tempest raging
Those of little faith witnessed it made still
Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum
Made still for the faithful to come
Without the storm
Wilhelm Wundt would rather me be
anywhere between 20 and 50 people dependent upon
the complexity of my harrowed mass or the strength of
Laughter
A silent haunting
Creeping in the subconscious minds of the mourning
Days pass without the fight to shower
Burdening freedom
To not disturb the dreams of ponies
They see in heaven
You give me butterflies everytime that I am around you.
You show me love and I like everything about you.
I am of flesh
I breath sin
I keep to myself
what lies within
But do express
And I'll give you notice
When storms draw near
I feel their closeness
Love one love all
If I Lose Myself...
Gabriel Reyes
I am no ideal person
But I am exemplary.
If I lose Myself...
I have lost everything.
Drums of the Serengeti
Red dirt
Dark faces and bodies.
They call Americans copies.
Full of History
They always seem so pissed to me.
Diamonds are born.
Suppress the mistakes.
Become prudent because of what happened last time.
Being rancorous is too enervating to the mind and body.
If you become opulent by suppressing your mistakes,
I hate this moment
I dread condolence
There is no hiding
This time today
My knees are weak
My mind is bleak
I cant conceive
a way to believe
That I am strong
If CHANGE were loose change-
Coins found haphazardly in the seat of a sofa or trapped in the crack of the sidewalk
The world would be a different place
Loose change with little value
carmel skin that'll make ya knees weak -thats flawless
thick hips, lips and thight -thats flawless
small waist with a cute -thats flawless
southern draw real strong -thats flawless
Growing up your my main inspiration,
I gave you hardship and lots of frustrations,
But you’ve always been there when I needed some love,
Arms spread open hugging me like a glove,
To this place I let my memories cleave-
Long ago, a time on water’s horizon,
A moment ethereal I never want to leave.
On a large, cool stump, love was received,
Drawn from my heart for you were my siren.
It's the mistakes that has us paranoid,
It's the silence that has us hearing noise.
It's our blindess to reality that has us seeing things,
It's us thinking we're invincible that has us feeling pain,
Walking through the halls of my school constantly thinking if only I were cool, if I were one of the cool kid's I wouldn't be slammed into a locker nearby, I wouldn't be called harmful name's that bring tears to my eye's.
As light approaches the lenses
And the camera frames my face
The flash alerts my eyes
My features begin to erase
I stare at nothing
But the fallacies of a picture
When I heard your voice it like an angle talking to me,
When you hold my hand I feel the chemistry flow on me.
This hallowed land,
Where the ancient fell
Our ancestors, enemies
And friends
They have died upon
This hallowed land
Many tears we
Have shed
Over battles lost
With lives the cost
Seeker
Stroking waves call anon,
Restlessly seeking laughter and love
Filling this empty air
Clouds block the sun from above
Refractions of loss plunder this mirror
Timeless Time draws nigh
The accidental eyelids loudly costs the pupil.
Cost carefully like a abiding retina.
Write correctly like a abject iris.
Anger, sympathy, and peace.
Why did you decide to stay?
Even when I pushed you away so many times?
You came back to me.
In person I am a wallflower
Introverted, doing my best to go unnoticed
Keeping to myself and a book because that's where I find comfort
Saving the world, falling in love
One page at a time
All dressed in white I reached my palms out
To the frozen metal in front of me
I feel the wrought iron and knotted steel
Sterilized barbed wire
This is not my first experience in a cage
If I knew what I know now, Things would be way different then they are now, no lien, no cheating, no stealing, just love, and more love in the air when it comes to people around me they down me, some people even call me ugly ,fat or just mean mug
one is one even when it's two,
combining the mind to smile which is what counts.
Happiness is within action, and it is earned. If you think it is easy then you will burn.
Live and learn, with love and concern.
Life.
Go to school, do homework, eat, sleep.
Work hard, save money, play hard.
Take a break, nap, relax, take a vacation.
All At The Same Time.
Maybe it's not so simple.
MY God
MY GOD,
How long did it take to create such a beautiful Child?
I know it took a beautiful while,
Not the sterile cinderblock walls, confining from eight to three
nor the sparkling sunlight hours lost forever
in the name of security
Nor the lethargy on faces, nor the boasts of procrastination
Oh! There it is,The blood of my Mothers’SinsBlossoming onMy white sheetsLike a bouquet of English roses.A shame -Laundry day hadBeen yesterday. My thighs have been painted
Can you feel it? The embellishment of my essence.
Do you understand what makes him valuable? It's his thoughts combined with his actions.
The culture ’round me points to streetlights, burning bright,
Telling me, urging me, that those will end my night.
Streetlights… The flickering glow of youth and romance,
I am flawless, for I wake each morning with an open mind.
I am flawless, even when the mirror says otherwise.
I am flawless; I always have the opportunity to learn something new.
I am flawless; my words can move a crowd.
Do you know what it's like to walk on a bridge that is deteriorating?
That is strung between the high plateaus on either side of a canyon floating,
No safety net.
An abyss below, an abyss of failure,
I came across a picture today.
A picture I never knew existed.
I looked and realized it was me.
It was the answer I'd been searching for.
Around the world, high mountaintops, deep beneath the sea.
The most peaceful moment of my life happened
as I was laying on the ground of my doctor's office unconscious from malnutrition,
and I didn't realize that I'd passed out
They asked me to take away the filters
To show what remains underneath.
Why is a filter so undesirable?
Why do we idolize the untouched?
The "pure"?
For in my experience,
as a fish owner,
"Kahun K Kia Ho Tum....?"
Mere liye meri Duniya ho Tum,Cho k jo Guzre wo Hawa ho Tum,
Maine jo Mangi wo Dua ho Tum,Kya maine Mehsos wo Ehsas ho Tum,
Oh look shes a size zero.
U
G
H
H,
It must be nice to be accepted into this society.
Wow, That girls family has the money and the name,
S
We were together for many years
We became as one
It was like I had your blood running through my veins
We could read each other’s thoughts
Finish each other’s sentences
Without saying a word
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"
That's what my momma used to say
But little does she know
Everyone sees the same way
Individuality is talked of with passion
But when someone tries it on
Pulling
An ever-retreating journey
Into the caves of my imagination
I am pretentious
And cold
Withdrawn from the modern world
The jeans
You once adored
As I sit at my desk I look at my clock
It hits midnight and I know it’s gonna be a long night
I look down and realize
No words
Half done
Nothing
Shouldn’t have waited until last minute
There is me.
Behind the picture.
Behind the likes, the comments and replys
There's me.
I was a liar as a kid.
Not big lies, just the " Yes I cleaned my room" even though I actually just pushed every thing under my bed.
I used to get in big trouble for little lies. My momma would be so mad at me.
Would you pour me a cup
In a classic mug
The morning cup
Sweeter than a hug
On the left, the lust who yearned for love,
On the right, the love whom was never loved.
Together an iron triangle full of deceit.
Only the hearts on the side trruly beat.
She touches me and pulls away
as if my skin is rotting flesh,
littered with whirring,
ravenous flies.
My skin, dark as the shroud
that invades my bedroom every night
Waken to see me,
Tied back by the loom of graces long hesitation;
The folds of favor seem to do none for mine.
Take up now the salty masses of chance,
Those hateful broods who lie beside you;
Behind these green eyes
(Lies, lies, lies, lies)
I mean.
Behind these green eyes,
Lies the secret to my asphyxiated kingdom.
I may not reveal the secret.
Because Secrets are meant to break,
Papa,
You are a deity,
For our cross you carry on your shoulder,
Caring for us when we were toddlers
With grains, milk, like a mother.
Papa,
I have seen the sun shine many times,
A mini party in my room. Just me, And a thought of you. Our music the the thunder, And the lightning is our light. The perfect night for Ben Franklin to go and fly a kite.
There's words in my brain
The pressure's buildin' up
They gotta get out
My filter gives up
Not Your Conquest
There is no distress
In this damsel
I am not the conquest
In the grand adventure of your story
Prejudiced discrimination is rampant in today's society.
You discriminate because your classmate isn't as smart as you are-
He has never before had an opportunity to be educated.
To be or Not to be
[exsistance is not the question
but rather what apparance
impACTs]
Do I Dare
[Look upon a mirrior?
do the blemishes on my face]
Disturb the Universe?
When my eyes open I do not sigh,
I do not think of impending doom.
When the decisions are made, I do not cry,
I do not crawl in despondence to my cold, empty room.
A frosty road less traveled by
A Dickinson invitation to the internal sky
Tiger, Tiger in the stripes
Listening to Calvin’s gripes
Standing there all in the buff
Full of meat and fuzzy stuff
Can you see him? Is he there,
Standing close to Susie’s chair?
I am the boy named Koid
The boy who loves the world around him
the tv he watches,
the video games he plays,
the family he loves,
the boy goes online a lot, he finds a whole universe.
Wind swiftly blowing through every little nook
Rooted firmly to the ground
Midnight in the city, many people still wandering about.
I happen to be one of those people, I began to doubt.
Upon realization that the crowd around me was missing something,
You aint the only one thats tryna be the only one. Tryna make you the only one, but it seems like im the only one. From less effort to effortless, We were better before the kiss.
Flawlessness isn't the state of perfection, but the pursuit of it-
It is the drive each day to be better than the last,
To see faults in your ways and improve on the past.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
We cannot walk alone.
Don't go, please don't
he cried out to his sun
as her restless waves
crashed his words into one
His numb, brittle fingers
tried to lift her spirit up
but the moon continued to linger
In an amalgamation of errs
no misdeed is abound
without writ a lackluster love
ascends to Hell above
with desires not to bestow
lest to those of Heaven below,
I was already there, waiting at a brink, looking for a clutch.A thing I could look towards and ask for helpBut within the noise and the frustrationI couldn't find a sign.
What If there wasn't any snow?
There wasn't any children hitting eachother with snowballs.
No Merry White Christmas Holiday phone calls.
No dreaming of "a white Christmas",
It starts out small, just a little nagging
in the pit of your stomach.
Then it starts to grow.
You notice the change but adjust,
these things happen.
With the sun in my mouth,
and the cloud in my heads,
Don't put your foot down in my dumping ground.
One of kind,
to myself,
the image you see,
is not what you'll get.
We spend our days constantly contemplating the should'ves could'ves and I need to's of our past and future
Rather than living sporadically in the moment that is happening as I speak.
The heart beats slowly.
No movements, no sound.
Shallow breathes taken soft, silent, painful.
The heart beats steady.
No words, no movements, no sound.
Eyes held ready.
The Sun, So high in the sky, but never too close to melt my wings, but far enough to shine light upon the future ahead of me.
My will to never give up is so strong,
I feel like it can never do me wrong
Even through good times and the bad,
I still worked through it regardless of what I had.
There’s this thing called ghost lines
Pieces of poems never to be completed
Floating for a purpose inside your soul
Ghost lines,
Do not look for me underneath your feet when the trees have changed their outline against the wavering sun, or the snow has blanketed the earth into eternal slumber.
Do not look for me underneath your feet when the trees have changed their outline against the wavering sun, or the snow has blanketed the earth into eternal slumber.
People have been insulting people forever, and I must say "Stop!"
If you don't stop today, then I will call a cop.
I want the number of racial slurs to decrease,
because, my friend of mine, we need some peace.
Through his life in good and strife
A mask did he wear.
On face a grin, but not within
And smirk he did not dare.
On a whim, this boy so grim,
Soon to be a knight.
What is this feeling?
This personality that I have been bottling up.
I feel like I can't be myself.
What will people say when they see me?
Not my outer shell, but the real me.
Let me take a selfiewith a good camera, not my beat up iPod with the crack across the screenBut a good camera, a good nikon or canon with good focusWhere you can set the exposure with a tap of your finger
I'm a very secretive person, I lurk in the shadows. I come and go like some godfather. I hide behind my mask, built off of past experiences.
A facade of what you want me to be.
You want nice, I am perfectly pleasant
You want smart, I am intelligent
You want silent, I am mute
When people need me I am there
One-two and tick-tock
Ribbons and lace tied up in a knot
Like the one in my stomach, the one in my throat
The one in my head that hangs from a rope
Give me your hand, tie it up with strings
Lock me away to the place we once knewThe place we both dwelled when I still loved you—The place where my face hid behind the curtain—
In the lap of Himalayan range it lies,
still I remember when I close my eyes .
because of melodious voice of the raven ,
My mother and motherland is superior to heaven.
Beautiful home under Asia ,
In the lap of Himalayan it lies
still I remmember when I close my eyes
because of the melodious voice of reven
My motherland is superior to heaven
Beautiful Home under Asia
Yes I have the blonde hair
Yes I have the soft brown eyes
Yes I have the slim figure that doesn’t grow
Everything is checked off on the list
What scares me so much?
Sometimes, I don’t even know
I ask myself this question
Before I’m about to go-
Hide, leave, run from my fears.
Fears that I don’t even know how to describe.
I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus,
If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
Pull... back the curtain?What type of blasphemy is this?How dare you,Who know me so little tell me to remove my mask!How little could you know,
Life is but a hoax
A fable without moral that tries to coax
You into searching for a better day
While the choir and congregation all say
With their passionless rhyme
About the death of passing time
staring at a crowd- a clique of friends
but, alas, I am not one of them
walking on the outskirts, outsider looking in
sitting in the back, needing some oil for my tin
congratulations I'm the first one
Land of the free
Home of the brave
As long as you're white
And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
Yes I am flawless, from the color of my skin to the brown glow in my eyes. I am a soaring bird, who always flies. Obstacles stand hand to hand waiting for a perfection to come on their land.
I met you a year ago, never thought id feel this way
I look into your eyes, I see love and my heart wants to celebrate
Does anyone else marvel at the beauty of words?
The texture on the tongue
The sound, rising and falling
It's beautiful
I find it to be a precious gift
Unequal to any other
From the Forbidden Tree to the lethal knife
From absurd battles to many a worthless strife
The human has been defined by the aforementioned fallacies
To those who look
nothing seems extraordinary
a standard face, two eyes
a nose, high cheek-bones
Please ignore the man you see behind the curtain
If you have seen him then this false identity is no longer workin’
I’ve put on a mask for many years
My mother named me Dorothy
Not after a girl in blue gingham
Not after Jerry Maguire’s crush
I was named after her Grandmother
The Strongest woman she ever knew
A woman with a pilot’s license
Nothing.
I'm nothing.
Worth nothing.
Feel nothing.
Yet, sometimes I long to be something.
Something more than nothing.
Falling.
Falling into this abyss of nothingness.
Hidden Behind Normalcy
By: Mikala Turner
Opportunities run short,
judgement runs long.
Potenial never seen
just hidden behind niches.
In the belt of religion,
I am actually...
They see me as an arrogant teenager
I am actually a humble young man
O’ childhood, you are gone like a feather that blew away in the wind.
The years ran by and took away my endless carefree days of playing around.
“Why did you sprint so fast and where did you go without me?”
The hand you're dealt, it seems quite wrongTo all these troubles, you're not immuneThis road called Life can feel so longFor some, the end arrives too soon
Rising and falling through the blowing wind,
A soft voice speaks out above all else here.
Saying sweet things to save you from past sins,
But from the voice you turn, to it you sneer.
The thick red vale that hides my face
makes me claustrophobic.
The smell of my faults and failures over rides my senses.
Let me out.
Let me out!
Always happy on the outside.
I wear a badge.
A badge with no name.
A badge with only numbers that identifies who I am.
People see me as this number man.
I am one of billions.
A worker, masked in weakness.
I am who I am and no one knows
I just want to dance but my parents say no
So deep down inside I hide what can`t be seen
Until the day I am set free
Hold down by ropes pulling me back from my other me
#Hi.
I'm trying to act like I'm invisible because I know that you can see that I'm not #perfect.
But I know that if you could see the real me that is not my blotchy skin or curvy frame, you would be #shocked.
The world is cold .
Pathways to college are bright.
But, you have to fight.
For a spot to hold.
The doors of a shuttered house stand closed
You walk up to the desiccated grounds
No true path
No sign of color or vivid life
No way to get past the hound
Sadness lurks in our hearts
It haunts our lives
It haunts our dreams
When our happiness fades away
It leaves a ghastly shadow
It leaves not a single thing
Nothing but sorrow
Agape
Friendship blooms in the most beautiful way
It's everything about you that makes me stay
I love you for humor, your style, your walk
There’s so much miscommunication between the womb and the world
We tend to hide behind who we truly are. We put on different faces to impress others and to let them see what they want to see. We shall not hide in the shadows of others any longer.
Young in age but aged so young
Denied no hymnal yet to be sung.
Against Her good nature, no heed to Her grace
Death stole a lamb with no wool to replace.
Left in the Valley, taken tomorrow
Free money for one's poverty
It takes a little bit of "change" to make a CHANGE in society.
I am a moon
dragged through the ever present void of space
filled with holes
lacking a proper apnospere to protct me
from the realities of our world
stars burn my skin
but I remind myself
Slam Behind the Curtain
Driving down the lonely road I stare forward as tears stream down my face leaving clean tracks from where dirt once resided.
I walk a trail amongst the clouds,
A path yet to be taken,
The dreams I dream abound,
The things I say out loud
Are left to be forsaken.
The unvanquished trail, I walk thee
This is a story of how great my life is
Every day I see Daniel Radcliffe's likeness
When I look in the mirror or take a selfie
And I just think to myself,"dang I'm sexy"
Let's take a trip,
no a dip into
the past where
the sun showed,
where the dew on the
leaves of the grape vines
glowed.
Before echoes of the
railroad
pinged and clanged,
My sore feet walk over the cobblestone and all
I can see my dream ahead as I take one step at a time.
London's bridge came falling down.
While others drowned, over the edge I climbed.
There is no other name in which I know.
There is no foe,
Who can stop my success.
When I am down jesus uplifts my soul,
When I am lost through him I am found.
He brings light to my shadows and tears,
I am the one that many people do see
As independent, confident and free.
But many don't know that deep inside
Is a scared little child, desperate to hide.
Behind the spectacle that many behold
The last time that I saw you,you were being pulled through the front door by police officers.
I don`t make a secret of this
But just in case you didn`t know
I`m kind of Napoleon
And I know what you`re thinking
But no,
For the record Napoleon wasn`t short
Be the Change.
Stop the bullying.
Instead of tearing them down bulid them up.
Or say nothing at all.
Once upon a time I saw you
I fell so hard for you
Everytime I will see you smile
I will see you laughing, but
One day you just shut down
I didn't understood why.
Stop Being sorry
Sorry that I feel so dead inside,
Sorry my smile isn’t perfect.
Sorry I have a tendency to cry,
Sorry I'm everything you're not.
Pretty bird in a cage
trapped inside yourself
escape your imprisonment.
For you're overwhelmed
by something larger than you,
larger than life.
You cry at night
dreaming of freedom —
This box I carry
around everyday.
Tells of who I was-
and who I am today.
17 layers,
the inside is lined-
each one more refined.
Open this box and you shall see,
Oh rose, beautiful rose
How sweet thy summer blossoms thee
Droplets hang from thy lush petals
Joyful bumblbees buzz around thy scented head
Oh rose, elegant rose
Often buried beneath alluring jewels
Off to the side, a solitary fissure in its frame
Just as precious, yet in a simpler way-
For her crystals of value are adorned within
They say love is a drug.
It's no wonder I'm always so high.
I abuse too much, never sober enough.
His laugh is my cocaine, addictive and exhilarating.
When his lips meet mine, it's pure bliss
What makes a princess a princess?
Is it her smarts? Or her compassion? Her strong will? Or maybe it’s the way she sings that beckons forest creatures to her whim and call?
I am not a piece of meat for you to devoure
But I may tease you just to satisfy myself
I am a woman
I am not wearing tight clothing just to here the cat calling
But I may smile to myself to now I am wanted
When I get home from school,
I'm met by familiar friends;
Miss Lizzy, Lucy, and Lady Madonna,
What makes me proud? Hmmm that’s a broad question.
What makes me happy? Hmmm that’s an ambiguous question.
If only I could give you answers that made sense to the world.
I am Batman
Hidden behind a mask
Used to hide my true identity
With this mask on I am fearless
I can be a savior,
I am worth something.
I wear a black suit of armor
I love the way he sashays through the sifter
I love the way his shell cracks against the edge of the bowl
I love the way his paddle moves through the batter
I love the way he absorbs the heat
We are the voiceless masses in the streets, we are the ones you can't ignore.
They cast their eyes to the ground and see our feet, naked on the cold hard floor.
Somewhere in the dark of night
Underneath the stars
Somewhere between an empty desert
And sidewalks with streetlamps illuminating the sky
Somewhere I could ride a bike at midnight, through the crickets chirping
Not a prayer could forgive
The injustice done
On sacred grounds
Or the blood split
Or Trail of Tears.
Nor could one admit
The hyprocrisy
That made a people
Undone.
My own worst enemy,
living a couple rooms away.
He wears my clothes as if it is his,
and believes I do not notice.
He cares too much about how others see him,
and does not even give me a skim.
I don’t sit behind the masks of others.
Instead I reveal myself, naked, proud,
As I am: a young girl of faults and sins.
Be okay.
No, I refuse! I tire of being okay. I want to be a fury or a muse! Oh please, I beg of you,
Let me be crude, disheveled, and nude.
The blisters1 between my third and fourth fingers may fade,
But my love for you will never heal
The feeling of the brush compares not to the feeling of the stone
I know not the true intent of god
Yet i persue
The ruse that comes from the hunt
The height, the danger
All things fall
I know I’m unwanted,
Yet I still try
To find the one
Whom would die
For me and make me feel
I said i'm going to rise to the top of the mountain....wait wait wait...
I said I'm going to rise to the top of the mountain.
Stand on this stage declaring my Name,say.
Because I am a king, ayee.
BY DANTE ALIGHIERI
Even as the little vessel shoves from shore,
Backward, still backward, so he thence withdrew;
And when he wholly felt himself afloat,
There where his breast had been he turned his tail,
BY MARY JO BANG
Mother, I am bare in a mist-mad forest.
Only the moon shows me love.
Winter will crush me: tiny arms, pale feet,
tongue of rust. I have a thousand visions:
There's beauty in the stars,
and in the daylight sky,
but when you're looking in a mirror,
Do you see beauty in your eyes?
Beauty can only be judged by the beholder but,
Missouri-born mama,always having a story to tell us children.You always knew why the caged bird could sing
