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The blue skies turned grey.Rain pours down to the dry ground.And all the winds howl.
The blue skies turned grey.Rain pours down to the dry ground.And all the winds howl.
Among the Linoleum Isles
And the buzz of plentiful products
Of chips and dip along with other
Items begging to be purchased
Sits the latest item to your convenience:
Your child.
She will smile
Time's a healer they say
But I am yet to see the day
When all the pain fades away
And I can learn to carry on
HELLO
THIS IS DRAKE
GODS PLAN BY DRAKE
DRAKE HAS HAIR ON HIS HEAD
DRAAAAAAAKEEEEEEE
DRAKE AND JOSH?
DRAKE IS AFRICAN AMERICA
GODS PLAN BY DRAKE
DRAKE IS BLACK
My feelings are getting hurt.
I feel like my heart wants to break into pieces
I feel like a glass cup that wants to break.
G FOR GLORIA
SEXY AND CHARMING IS YOUR BEAUTY,
I TRIED ALL I COULD BUT NEVER BEAT IT,
I WISHED I KNOW OTHER WAYS I COULD FACE IT,
BUT YOURS IS EXPENSIVE; SO I TRACE IT...
My father's hand is a pathfinder,
paving the ways for me.
When I stray away from the path
or whenever the waves of life raged at me
attempting to swallow me,
or tear me into debris,
My father's hand is a pathfinder,
paving the ways for me.
When I stray away from the path
or whenever the waves of life raged at me
attempting to swallow me,
or tear me into debris,
I see the blood on the roots of my tree, A tree that was formed and shaped in iniquity.
Some bear fruits and some only have leaves, I wish mine could tell me about the things it's seen.
Got the Adderall
I'd needed so
On day?
19,993
Then
MY Welfare guy
Swings by
Tuned my six
Guitar strings
When life throws you lemon
You make lemonade...
Not that Life is hard
Life is selective and discriptive
You just have to strive and survive
Those that are opportuned don't get this
Taking a time out...
not alone but in company of a lonely moon.
We talked...
We chatted of how long it sits alone
in a distance of itself,
away yet close to the most distant humans on earth.
HOMOCID
Rainbows people, look around! Don't you notice anything?! Every second,
every moment, the Higher powers, that created the world,
So long it's been
Left forgotten,
But still remembered
Now I return to an old home,
Looking at the memories in the rooms
Carved on the walls, buried in floorboards
Hello reader I'm glad your here Do me a favor and lend me you ear My writings are dark and vivid This is where my demons come and visit Telling my ink pen to write the pain away Then giggle and run casing a muck I've said how my pain began When th
Hello reader I'm glad your here
Do me a favor and lend me you ear
My writings are dark and vivid
This is where my demons come and visit
Telling my ink pen to write the pain away
Then giggle and run casing a muck
The Ocean screamed; spasming
As the ship sailed surely through Her waters
Pompous boatmen spent the whole sun damning,
Her ears with whispers of their slaughters.
Shattered Heart
by Sandrajohnsonj on June 8, 2021. © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
I could still smell the fragrance,
It gave me chill and goosebumps.
Like magic that circulated into my body,
From my blood into my flesh.
Thou art my bones
The unruly shell
The worlds smile
The story unforgotten told
But the Adam may bear ,us far
Can I finally just disappear
Far away from here
Everyone is fake and insincere
They shut the world down
But I'm in between clowns
Just let me go
They say no
"We need you to stay"
Deeply wandering…staring at nowhere, as far as it can reach
Thinking of anything, imagining something my heart beseech;
Past had molded me, present is reassuring, yet future’s uncertain,
Me: "O My Lord
I know this life is a Journey
And the paths here are Slippery
Although I try to walk very Cautiously
But the charms of world attract Me
My heart desire all that is Fancy
Pains nurge my eyes,Agony throbs my thighs,Affliction chokes my breast,Anxiety grips my chest. My head beats rhythmically,What can free me physically?These pains flog me brutally,Casually, I glide into misery. Being deprived of my feelings,I figh
THE MIRACLES OF POVERTY Yet the most unappreciated industry But the most lucrative industry Forge and mint the legendary Earns him an ever lasting victory Time of poverty When he eats the same dietTrains him to be loyal To a friend, or a spouseT
I already sat down. I had inhaled. I had exhaled.
The gun I couldn’t find. Had no time to find a lake so yes I will wait.
My thoughts don’t wait though, but wonder.
***WELCOME TO 2021,HAPPY NEW YEAR.
YOUR VISION FOR NOW SHOULD BE CLEAR***
***POSITIVE MIND KEEPS, YOUR GOALS NEAR.
DON'T DISTRESS YOURSELF, LET GO OF ALL FEAR***
***JUST ACCEPT YOURSELF, STRENGTH IS REAR.
***IF YOU REALLY WANNA FLY HIGH IN THE SKY.
DREAMING ABOUT THAT ISN'T ENOUGH YOU MUST HAVE TO APPLY***
Nimrod married his own mother, whose name was Semiramis.
After Nimrod’s death, his so-called mother-wife,
Semiramis, propagated the evil doctrine of the survival
of Nimrod as a spirit being. She claimed a full-grown
And today to your years you add one,
Know it that you are not like anyone,
Remember you live and die once,
So give it your best whenever you get the chance.
In all life long journey you are a prince,
Bought at the Saviour's own blood's price,
Never to be counted out among the children of light,
Though others may take this little and light.
What once was true is true no more my love for you is like that of a whore I gave and I gave and you took and you took until all what was left was a broken shelf holding one book ,and in this book it is written my hatred ,my lies ,my blood ,my cri
Elated with the chastise of your prudence
Embrace of your sweet aura
Willing to abide by your melodies
Savour my heart with your impound love
Beauty is so descriptive
From the lonely to the executive
Life is expensive but expansive
Expulsive
Rejective
But make it effective
Love life like an explosive
There was an old man from Kent his dick was so long that it bent so he stuck it in double instead of coming he went
How are we conscious if technology is our escape
We are stuck on monstrous devices controlling lives
Just the government doesn't see it through our eyes
Adolescents are insomniacs
The elderly are being braineashed
Looking for sleep but I can't find him
Counting sheep has never helped me
Since my eyes doesn't close my soul opens
Whether for good or bad I'm focused
Parents don't want to notice
Contemplating non existence
Death is the only final rest
Eventually it will catch up to us
We don't know when we will go
That's been decided for us
Or is that just what religious scriptures dictate to us
We cannot go outside
We cannot hear laughter and see friends smile
All this is the product of Segmund Frueds love child
Don't be in denial this is a scandal
Lighting candles in the wind
Watch it breeze by
On white glass
she mimicks my movements
her form is angular,
turgid, carved from ivory
and recarved, crudely this time
Reflected back to me
on muslin in oil
her form is round and soft
I hope you hear me.
God.
Let me get my degree.
Let me reach my goals first.
Can you hear me?!
God?!.
Please give her time to be here.
Giver her time.
'Cause it's near.
The NBA is such an exciting league
Players working so hard avoiding fatigue
Various Dunks and three's
And steals to retrieve
All this work for one goal
The star shine is bright, blinding
sparkling blue and red and orange and yellow
so she has to squint.
The contrast of light against the
total black of the night sky
is nearly unbearable.
Got your hand stuck in the vending machine because you wont let go When I come at you with a hacksaw you say OH GOD NO It's for your own good Would you like to scream about your hand or the fire? I can clearly see your answer is no And I'm
“Simple”
By: Dominique Cabrera
The simplest form of love is care
Someone you look towards when you feel no one else is there
The world can crash,
I hear the sounds of gangs fighting like red fire,
lobster and shrimp being cooked on orange, warm grills.
People being served at tables with happiness,
the loud sound of barking dogs that turn black,
My heart desired
to break the rules of loyalty,
to breath
to enjoy jollity,
But ! out of nowhere
a thought came to me
what is this heart if not loyal?
a barren gravestone
Dear Black people
When we ask about our history
They show us a black man on chain
Being flogged by another man of diverse color
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Coleceanth
Have you seen the rain at night
Lumined down by city light?
It pounds upon the asphalt here
Makes fountains clear as crystal tear.
When everything breaks
Everything shatters
My heart in pieces
Scattered
And all the world
So beautiful,
Yesterday
The old gods were so used to being the center of attention
but these days they receive almost none.
Oh, how they try and fail to stay relevant
in an age where we no longer need the sun.
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pretty girl can you texas,don,g,nutt,59.poem,can you see me ooh pretty girl ooh sexy lady can you see me everytime you open up your eyes ooh pretty girl every time you awake all i wanna know can you see me sexy woman ooh pretty girl,pretty from th
Sitting in the therapists den
It’s her turn the lies burn.
Every side gets a say , oops we’re running short today .
So we had to go , there was never a flow.
This was a bad show . I feel low low low. Gotta go .
“I heard …”
“_her husband cheated on her with a prostitute_”
“And had three bastard children_”
“In desperate blind_”
“ Anger she killed them_”
He's so Ginormous
that he dunks balls over seas.
He's the Star Player
with all the basketball teams.
He takes his team east,
to restore his sight for us.
His eyes shine brighter
As a kid
you are free
free of worry and
at ease
You come of age
at eighteen
then things change
drastically
You are sick
always have been
Everyday seems so hard
This girl This girl did not grow up alone She lived in a home With 5 girls and one boy And a mom and dad who was like a stone This girl This girl has a heartA heart that beats for music and fashion An everlasting passion that she thought could ne
WE...are those girls with colored faces
Walked those Carroll halls with bleeding patience
With the facade of confidence and assimilation
Lured the eyes of boys who
I've been blessed
family, home, the rest --
Been given the basics
I navigate the matrix
Looking and watching,
Learning not dodging
Maneuver like an uber
In the mazes and the crazes;
My mindseet is nothing that can be changed
If I make a bad decision, I will not change
My stubborness will not change
If I lose my friends, I will cry, but not change
My way of choosing will not change
As a young girl I'd "see"
That the little white girls around me
Were what I should achieve to be
Straight hair, colored eyes
And skin shades lighter than mine
I used to walk upon the Earth,
Not knowing what it’d give me.
I yearned to be a grown adult,
Being a child felt belittling.
I used to lie upon fresh-cut grass,
And stare into the clouds.
It was a wild fable you see
visions of hippies dancing, singing free
their song resonating within
my jovial mountains
Buddhism captivated me
shook the little girl in kindergarten
and said
We are all sweetSometimes sourBut time’s done changed, so is the hourSo I choose to not to speakBecause myMouth’s a double-edged swordCutting deeper than Sasaki’s sword
They say glow up
Hurry to grow up
But I cry out slow down
I never want to leave town
My life has been grand
A dream but on land
Little did I know growing
didn't have to mean slowing
They say glow up
Hurry to grow up
But I cry out slow down
I never want to leave town
My life has been grand
A dream but on land
Little did I know growing
didn't have to mean slowing
Wake up upside down frown
Eating breakfast laying down
Get dressed walking to town
Walk up to the king wearing his gold crown
He waves I wave, now back to town
Back home to my bed laying down
The tyranny of the sun is harsh,
Oppressing its subject
Creating laws which say you always have to smile
But smiling is hard
It's hard to when your friends all smile
I realized I had grown up
When I got a job
Money
Responsibility
Being held accountable
All new things
That had to be battled with
Pulled at my skin
Attacked me from within
can the heart and mind
Coexist
Something I can't find
I miss
Now I can't even tell what's real
I'm just
looking in a broken mirror
And it turned my trust to fear
(Solo?)
You better grab your gun
the moon ain't coming out tonight
nowhere you can run
no place left to hide
ain't no light of god
Shining down on mankind
Don't you dare
Said the voice in my head
Don't you know? Never do a thing when you are not sure of its out-come!!
Said the voice in my head
I was ready to ask one of my female friends to the high school-prom..
A tentative chill
Born an instant ago
In the silent-laced fog
Surrounding the Girl
Surrounding her figure
As she waits in the Corner
As she waits 'till forever
Wanting, wanting to come out.
It all started that day
The day you crashed the car
You didn’t mean to
But you really couldn’t control it
From that day on,
I knew something had changed
After that, I could see the decline
It's the same thing everytime.
A presentation is assigned.
Names starting with "A" are the worst.
I know I will be called on first.
And sure enough, without a doubt,
18 and driven always forgiving
My kindness is my weakness to the immatureness of people
Putting people's happiness infront has always been a must
Until they leave me broken deep in the dust
Preparing to face the monsters
Repeating words alone
Eases my heart from stopping
Soon it will be done
Come out of your shell little one,
Time will tell when you are done.
Words you sing for all to hear,
A song with get you there.
This song you sing is not for just you,
The team will hear and free you.
I can't see, i can't see
Pinned up against the wall
I couldn't speak
In fact, I could barely breathe
Each thought sent a chilling pain down my spine
Oh darling
i am so frightened
the oxygen has escaped my lungs
this happens quite often
daily as you know
you used to hold me
kiss away the
chill- spurring
fear- thriving
thoughts
When I was born, society handed me a script
I played the part quietly and kept my lips zipped
But I missed it, the system was gonna get my wrists slit
So I ripped up the script and kissed the name misfit.
Rise and shine
To the morning freshness
That promises pureness
Of mind, of heart and of soul
A beauty only seen once in a lifetime
I slept hard as a bear
That eats so much food in a dark cave,
What no one notices all the time,
My ears can hear, but I have weary tears;
Beyond the walls, there is so much fear,
One day I will learn to value myself
One day I'll be enough
One day I'll say "your beautiful"
And those words will describe every part of me
And one day I will stop screaming and wiping away tears
I'll be enough
The God of Small Things in one hand
The waist of my world wrapped around, the other
We sit in mezzo-silence,
My murmuring the words of Roy’s clever, crushing prose,
Recently, I have come across the incredible works of Yayoi Kusama, a Japanese contemporary artist, touched by mental illness originating from troubling childhood experiences.
Dear crush,
Thank you for existing
Thank you for being perfect and reminding me that I’m not.
Lord
A prayer for the man I love
He's so messed up
Yes
A prayer because I'm at a loss
He's cheated enough
Say
A prayer for me from your heart
In satan's snare he's caught
And me
Am I Okay
September 14, 2018 ~ Friday
Kicking, screaming out for help
Sneakers, gloves, here they come
Running through the halls
What I’m Not
September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday
There’s music in the hills
Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides
That which I’ve never heard
Could You
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
I’m gripping tightly
Onto that which makes me all I ever was and needed
The words I heard and heeded
Relief (Heartless)
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
He’s a book with boxes
Analytical machine with no off switch
He’s got a checklist
And I'm on it
The Question
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
I came to get help
Not to get hurt
And every time you make a move
Ripple
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
Daddy
Hello, you who held me when I was just a baby
To you, who watched me
Swathed and bottle fed me
Reflection
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
Wake up one day
Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize
Are those my eyes or hers
In The Middle
August 31, 2018 ~ Friday
Every person, tall or leaning
Building what they thought was meaning
Come Together Over Me
August 28, 2018 ~ Tuesday
I’m trapped, I’m trapped
Inside a head that is not mine
Trying to live but he’s trying to die
I wasn’t always this lost, my days consumed by chaos
An era where everything makes me nervous
And every other day my mood drops, and rises
It’s always a fight to find my way through this mind fog
It always comes back to you, doesn't it Fae?
I don’t think you ever realized how important you were
To your lovers
Friends
Nation
Continent
Suppose I am grateful for pain?
I picture my influencer,
And instead of a warm hug,
Or a friendly hand on my shoulder,
Life is full of many different sounds
Either a sound I hear or a sound I make
Both ring in my ear so loud
It's quiet
Is that my phone going off
O wait my phone is dead
I want to ride on the back of bees
I truly wish you would recognize me
I claw into myself
I clean it up
I get thrown in the trash
for the garbage pickup
I display raw strength
Thank you Mrs. Bandy for everything you do
I couldn’t be here and head where I’m going without you
You’re more than just a mentor and counselor to me
Don't push me
cuz I'll go
I don't have time to waste
I just want you to know
I'm not fine always sitting here
all alone
I've got pride and it takes
me to another home
where I'm fine
My motivation
Making the white man crazy they hate to see when young colored people make it
My motivation
Momma never gave up even when we ain't have nowhere to go we was stuck
My motivation
I’ve got - two loving mothers Who i’m sure - passively still love eachotherWho both supported me through panic attacks and shaking shuddersWho did their best to hold me near when I was paralysed with fear. But damn!
I love her
I like her
I love her
I like her...
I dont know what it is.
Love or heavy like...?
I cant sleep, i dont eat as much
I cant get her out of my head
A/N: This is better served as a performance piece, as it is the first Slam poem I ever wrote. So I will indicate actions in my performance with
*asterisks*
Rain drops like beans hitting a bucket,
flying down the stairs, through the flush
of daffodils down the toilet
creating sunset golden swirls
swirling, twirling, dancing lightly on summer night skies
Dear Middle Child
It's difficult I know
Being categorized as a sterotype
Letting people tell you what your life is like
Saying that you're invisible to your love one's eyes
you were my universe,
beyond just the sky
you were my everything,
including my demise.
you held me close,
skin on skin,
until we broke
and came to an end.
Nobody is perfect. I’m Nobody. Perfect.
contradiction leaves me hurting.
Beneath the surface, my purpose is complex, that's for certain.
I'm struggling with the weight of this burden.
I need my fucking space.
I take my place in fucking Space
Spacebound
Spacewalking
Spaced-out
Love Is Poison,
When the person you love is poison, plotting on ones insacurities knowing that its just not really love they seek,
Its Poison,
Vulnerable you fall deeply in love with poison,
I feel life after death
The word says I am too late for the light
Evil thoughts, watch me purify my soul in front of heaven
As an angel tells me I am never too late
The gate waits upon my arrival
Return to me, O land of hearthstone tales!
Come back, I sing your name. For gone are days
Of yore when knights and fools alike prevail
Against wizards and dragons, led astray
Leave me in my privacy
Quiets all i want to be
Its how I stay at peace
Living gently and unwarily
Enjoying what's next to me
Comfortably and humbly
A life so care free
Real eyes don't realize the real lies, deep inside.
No deep thoughts, we're think-naughts, robots
Programmed to conform.
No form, forlorn, uninformed,
Of problems in - this world, keeps turning
I was writing a poem about being in Paris with the woman I love while she was sick but unfortunately it got deleted as I was dictating it because I cannot type period
I was writing a poem about being in Paris with the woman I love while she was sick but unfortunately it got deleted as I was dictating it because I cannot type period
Having me in your adolescence,
I understand this was no easy feat:
Growing up early, throwing your childhood away,
I can’t commend you enough.
And you’re still on your feet.
I saw you struggle, day by day
Dear Grandmother,
You were supposed to protect me and wipe my tears when I cried.
Yes, you did this but all as you lied.
You taught me not to trust:
I know you was never around
But when you talk to me now I frown
Because you came in my life a few years ago to make things right
But then you talk to me now like I owe you my life
Dear boy I once loved:
There was a glare in your eye that only appeared when i walked by,
And my dull grey eyes would turn joyous blue everytime,
Everytime our thoughts intertwined it made my heart skip a beat,
Love not received leds to lies and tragedy
You shouldn't have believed me I don't love you
Dove, so pure blinded and deceived by me
To marry a fool you must farewell rue
Dear Depression,
Another day has come and gone
with moonlit rays receding to the approaching dawn.
Why, oh why, do you make me feel all alone
even with friends coming to and fro?
You know me better than my mother.
You know me better than my friends,
Who know me better than my mother.
Yet I wonder...
Are you?
I think for you,
Therefore, you are...
In me.
Dear Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,
You, the bane of my existence, the pain that has persistence, no matter how I try there's no way I can outdistance you.
Strong, independent, hard-headed, and lovable.
such words make you unstoppable.
From dusk till dawn your smile carries on,
reminding me to always tary-on.
With a heart made of gold,
I had a dream last night, and it got me thinking about you,
You're crying right next to the windowsill, and you say that I don't know how you feel.
There once was a lady
who had three beautiful daughters
And she loved each very much,
she said.
she raised them in a world of strife
Communist China was a mess
So she ran away to a safer place
Tree roots riding rail-road tracks,
where rivers ran and reeled.
Near wakes of war-stained waters,
where the moonlight blazed em' steel.
In parting ways, of praying maize,
I want you to do
something for me.
I need you to
tell them all.
Tell my best friends
they couldn't stop it.
They did all they could
and I love them for it.
Tell my brothers
It is never truly night.
There is always the moon
Shining its beautiful light.
Like a silver neon sign.
It dawned on me,
Everyone is more alive at night.
There is more light,
More noise,
I wonder if you love me
think of me
want to hug me
If you wanted me you would have stayed
but I think I am better off that way
I wonder if you wonder about me
if I love you
I never knew that one day would be the last hello.
On that corner under our tree with the dream,
Every hurricane of emotion stops; let’s go
With that hint of a distanced gleam
There’s three little words I want to hear you say
Three little words that can brighten my day
I wait expectantly, lapping up the sound of your voice,
Let my hands be always gentle,
And never leave you grey and blue.
Let my touch bring you comfort,
Because I love you.
Because I love You
I want to see you angry
I want to see you cry
I want to see you hurt
I want to see you fail
I want to see you fall
I want to see you give up
I want to see you at your lowest point
We've reached our end, you and I. But it's okay, at the end of this is paradise.
Where the people are happy, and you get to smile, but before you cross over, why don't we sit for awhile.
People say that words carry weight
And we understand it's true
That words can be so heavy
Even when they're so few
It's their emotional pounds
That weigh you down
That make you afraid
Their are simply no words to follow my actions towards you..
Just because people bicker and stare, it doesn't mean it's always true...
The perception of our relationship status..
Weigh down my pockets with your thoughts,
each text a burden in my mind,
a contact shared form you to me,
expressed as stressed bytes caught online.
Weigh down my head with your message,
The lotto of lifeScratch thatIt's destinyA one in a millionChance toBe effigyE.g.Lying in MarionEff'tlesslyGentle reposeExposed toFaux certaintyHe knows
PRELUDE: Black Out Poem (Warm Up)
A kiss
He was waiting for.
He wanted more of a girl
Who was warm and generous with her praise.
'Because I love you'
Means many things
Like reassurance until our end
Respect and a sense of humility
Treat me like I'm full of meaning
Trees and plants are green in spring and summer
Autumn comes around, the leaves turn red and orange
Winter arrives, and it feels like the storm lasts forever
Why now?
I must know
How this life grow so large on this Earth we stand on to revive
Need some advice to be nice?
U and I are together on this, swear things will change
A normal day
Of a happy life
And then in an instant
It's like you've been stabbed with a knife
You see everything you love
Ripped to shreads
There is life all around you
The days can be long The afternoons, longer I can forget who I am sometimes And at times, the doubts can get stronger But your name on my screen And your voice on the phone Are enough to reel me back in This, I'll always know You remind me I'm s
Little brown girl
Oh, how big can she be?
little brown girl
through my eyes, you'll see
Her beauty is within
thus, it lies deep
she's no Barbie and Ken
yet, still needs beauty sleep
I am engulfed the many flames
you've lit, with the intention of setting my vision ablaze
Yet they only seem to act as fuel to my internal flame
Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Days,
my brain smokes and i ride the wind
or drift by the galaxy past oblivion
the old man sits there
in a way hes always been
today i think
"Once upon a time" quite the phrase.
Hearing it captivates children in a daze.
But children forget that villains are people too.
Their actions may even have jusifiable cause through and through.
Let the blade cut deep,
but never shall I bleed.
Not this time nor next,
shall you see my blood
upon my sleeve.
How do a crow share it's view
When no one's been filling
The sky it's own blue?
There was nothing but sheer silence
In the fields of it's own land,
Like how the lonely bird's mind
America the what?
Oh.
You said, America,
The great.
You see, I misheard you,
For the words America and great
What is that sound you hear?
It is the sound of mothers weeping,
Fathers dying,
Children starving.
Broken glass, tears shed.
Mom stands outside to hang her head,
In grief. There is no love left in these streets.
Two blocks over gunshots ring out.
Does love really last forever? I mean we have that sense of love you know deep down inside to where we know we really love this person but does love last forever? I mean yes it can last for years and years but how do you know you love someone?
I pledge allegiance
To the left
Stand for the oppressed
Bleed blue from my chest.
I pledge allegiance
to the right
Disguised as hate
But for freedom I fight.
America,
the great,
the beautiful.
Is it really true?
People,
abandoned,
left for dead.
Ignored,
tossed aside.
Yelled at,
discriminated.
We are not fair.
They’re thicker
How? Who knows,
They’re reaching together
Around my windows,
They’re protecting
From what happened
From what made them
Thick and puffy
I just can’t seem to get it right,
I put it off till I had time
But now I’m feeling overwhelmed
And more than that I’m scared as hell,
Scared that things are crashing down
Lonely far from all I know
Rain is falling but not hard enough
The wind is blowing but far too much
The sun doesn't shine but for a touch
People are calling but just to bluff
The sirens are blaring but the sound is a hush
from a wilted whisper
to a unyielding yell
you've forced my hand
i won't back down anymore.
Stay Gold
You never know what the future holds, with our stories yet untold, our beautiful mind can't be sold, our words will be forever spoken forget the background noise, focus you are not broken.
Show them you are strong,
Dad,
These are the days where I,
With special clarity,
With attentive mind
Give heed to the cavern in my heart.
These are the days where I wonder
And I miss your smile.
The days I remember.
I believe that leaves grow on the strength of their trees
So that one day they leave and reach for new feats
And these leaves that grow too fast, soon break free
And roam the pastures of uncommon things
Thanks For The Epiphany's You left me traumaitized,But now I'm desensitized,When I mesmerize,About the feelings inside.And I don't wanna feel,Something that's not real,When I can't even begin to heal.Why can't I be everything you
In the beginning, I felt like dying
Everyday was the same filled with my constant sighing
I could not bring forgiveness to myself
I am alone
I settled for someone who only brought me stress
Drifting up north on a Friday evening,
with my ears plugged to a silent music.
The driver strives to better his earnings
by helping stranded people off the sidewalk pavings
My feet may be a bit long and I may not have a thigh gap, but that doesn't mean that my legs aren't smokin' hot
I may have love handles and a muffin top, but these curves are more than your love can handle
be yourselfbe a kidlike I didbe your own personbut did I mentionthese sidelinesguidelinesto abide by
I wish to be free
Like the birds and bees
Who fly and land wherever
They please.
I wish to be free
Like the tree
Who will always stand tall and sturdy
And upright beside me.
Music is powerfulA healer of the heartI can feel strength in me when the rhythm starts
Sound is surroundingLimbs are flowingMy mind is freeDancing and spinningCan help ease anxiety
Crashing waves
Horses racing for peoples debts
Amature volleyball games in the sand
Posiedon's serving calamari
House parties on the water
Late night crying
Struggling with pain and insecurities
Bad thoughts running through your mind
Feeling invisible like a ghost
Feeling like a nobody
Not worth anyone's time
Sick of crying
I look at my generation and know we are screwed
How easy for the young mind to get so manipulated
How fast we fall in love all for the wrong reasons
How easy we get caught up in the pleasures of sex drugs and money
A crisp fall morning.
Waking up just before the sun rises.
Watching the steam of a freshly brewed cup of coffee billow through the air.
The scent of a freshly lit candle fills your lungs, seeing it's flicker from afar.
poetry is like a tree -
if you took all the metaphors
and gave them to me
i’d have them strung up on the clothesline
by half a quarter to 3.
One day, behind the summer leaves, spellbound, I watched the heavens bleed. The sky was fainting, whitening, and feeble, yet it soaked the trees. A darling little groan of pain
I was depressed at a young age,
Becoming a new person every day,
Never crying, emotions looking for a way out.
It came to me three quarters into sixth grade.
I paused from running away to stare at a golden page.
Haven’t seen the world yet, but I don’t need an airplane to teach me empathy. Befriended a drug dealer, became friends with my enemies.
Madness, darling, madness is what I feel
Genuine like stars before the moon so surreal
Dangerous like chaos locked within then set free
My loved ones they sing and swing and dream
Ive been suffering this disconnect
Past and present shuffling in my head
It has to be said
These days I know no wrong
Cause its been too lonely of a song
To have sung along
I hate how my voice trembles
The lips of my brain
Were born to be insane
Driven to rust
Life was clearly my lust
My worth defined by dirty words that often weren't even heard
A soulful sorrow of judgement
Literature is….!
Boring.
I slept through Kipling,
Napped on Dostoevsky,
You think I liked Dickens?
If I Could Be Anything In The World
I Would Be Your Tears
With Every Emotion You Bringg
Conceived In Your Heart
With Every Beat It Makes
Born In Your Eyes
Where Your Beautiful Soul Shines Bright
If I Could Be Anything In The World I Would Be Your Tears With Every Emotion You Bringg Conceived In Your Heart With Every Beat It Makes Born In Your Eyes Where Your Beautiful Soul Shines Bright Live In Your Cheeks Where When You Smile I Feel The
My sentances are long, organized, complex,
but my mind always wanders,
short bursts of energy, infinite subjects.
Too long had I tried to say my thoughts normally.
Why try when poetry
It doesn't matter now does it?
Do our own words even define us anymore?
No that's not it.
Apparently to the social contruct our gender makeup defines us.
My gift.
My voice.
A melody.
A tune.
A sound.
Which then became
Words recited rapidly
And rhythmically.
I soon discovered
It was a form
Of p-o-e-t-r-y.
They walk and talk like they really know mebut I'm not just some random bodyI don't need them to dictate what I can and cannot do
In the abyss
a crevice of black
I curl my neck
ready to attack
With inked rapiers
in my claws
I slash and stab
hoping for renewal
Half awake
my sore back sprouts
no matter what you say or do
it will never be
enough
not what they're looking for
so your feelings,
they're ignored
they're a lie
just like you
just because you're a liar too
He stares at his ceiling
It's half past four
It's paranoia he's feeling
He looks at his door
No one will come
Yet, he still tries to run
Away from his demons
They scare him a ton
Good morning, they say
And I'll say it back
But I still desire unconsciousness
Not because I need the rest
Although I do
But I stay on my feet anyway
Aware of my struggle to
This day in particular
Was really quite gray
The guy next to me sighed
Hey, you okay?
I replied that I was fine
I gesured him to go away
Yet, he wiped the tears from my eyes
There's something about surfing at sunset.
Maybe your hands feel like ice cubes.
Maybe your ribs ache against the surfboard.
Maybe your arms hang, limp as noodles.
Breathing in the salty air I can feel the wind pushing through my hair,
I feel the warmth of the sun pressed against my skin, the crashing of the waves
My best friend was raped her freshman year and was shamed into transferring into another school.
I met her my senior year.
Hate never silenced her wordsAnd compliments never brought about changeAll she ever did was binge and purgeBut her mind remained tainted and strange
Fear.
A devil straight from hell
Causes anger to swell
Fear.
A demon
With long wings
Laced with blood
Dripping down
Like a butterfly after rain
The eyes
Just say
Say it already
Why should we have to choose
You
Me
We are not a label
See You and me we are one
One as equality
We are not Gay or Straight
We are not Men and Women
Over the clouds, radience I see;
Under the radience, a nest;
Over the nest, a fire set on the tree;
Under the tree, a hunterat his best;
Over the hunter, a need to flee;
Under the fear, the end of his quest.
There is a swarm
of the expressionless monotonies
which resound
off the bleeding walls and pierce through
Your soul
writes all it wishes to convey
on these beaten, chipped, and tattered walls
Greatest gift for mankind?
The relief from a hard time; I say this with no lie.
Laughter over anger makes everything fine
Because I know it will be in due time.
Knowing what’s best with best intention.
I would take the love that you saw
When Flynn looked at Rapunzel
When you saw pure love and passion
for this girl that he just met a day or two before
Alone and stranded on a bare-naked island,
no food, no water, no warm toasty bed.
The sunlight glares off the endless sea--
my eyes and reality have not yet met.
I watch the first sunrise, cursing my luck.
Before I even knew how to say hi I,
Was outcasted, ostracized, denied
Kicked for being different, spitted at for daring to be born
What was I supposed to do, when even adults sworn
This is to those souls who turn penciled prose once froze poetically
Into hearts spoke phonetically
Because
Respectively
Some words are too great
To be caged upon a page.
So
Here's to
Many people, internationally,
are interconnected through this web of interaction.
This tool has the power to topple over rulers and let voices be heard.
If you ask the many about what they need on a deserted island many talk about food.
Others talk about how they would need the right dudes.
A smiling face
A cheerful laugh
She seems happy
But it never lasts
She goes to bed
But she can't sleep
The depression hits
And she starts to weep
Once I soared on an angel with steel wings,through a piercing blue skyover the dark belly of a Gulf,to a land unknown to me.Stepping out of the airlock turned my clothes into hot laundry
We're living in a society where 13 and 14 year old girls dream of a relationship even remotely close to 'Fifty Shades of Grey' but can't even tolerate the cramps coming from the heavy flow of their monthly red room of pain.
The rain poors slowly, but consistantly, creating the perfect, wet tambourine.
The boy in his sleep snores melodically.
The basketball hitting the ground creates the perfect rhythm,
One day I couldn't reconize myself. I looked in the mirror and couldn't find my face from all the troubles of the world. I wear a smile to cover the pain as I wash away the blood and scars. He hit me. As the red washed away my mind did too.
Music fills my ears
nurishment for my hungry soul
without a home, but I hear a cord and I am content
drowning in fear, but the melody is my savior
keeing my head above the water
I miss your lips that made me fly
But now I'm all alone
With no home to call my own
Crowded room but all I see is you
Heartache,
Hurts so much it makes me cry
Alone,
Scared.
Alone,
There's no one around.
All I see are
trees
sand
and the loud ocean waves crashing down.
You should be here with me.
But you never seemed to care.
All I need
'Sides air to breathe
And jobs to keep me
In the green
Is love - exchanged 'tween you and me.
Not like dutch
I’m sick of it,
The blasted hordes like dried-out gourds
Screaming, cawing for more water.
Feed the flesh, delight the eyes
Give us our shining fantasy. With flippancy
Strip down past all the layers of
I would so gladly take him with me,
Across oceans,
through deserts,
above the atmosphere.
My best friend,
The one person I can never learn to live without.
Life is controlled by time and space.
With little known to it and time to waste.
But above all what keeps us going.
Is time Itself without no one knowing.
Love
I need love
Keeps me
Saves me
Inspires me
Scolds me
Praises me
Hurts me
Invests me
Forces me
Feeds me
Notices me
Until then, I will tell you your value is more than the world's
treasures.
Until then, I will look at you and smile because you are
amazing, and everything about you is beautiful.
She's the love
That I had hoped for
The dream I had chased
She's the wish
I thought would never come true
I know that I am blessed
To have someone like her.
Started at the top of the world back in the 6th grade, was on the honor roll and thought I had life great. I thought for sure I would be someone amazing someday, but it flipped the other way in my dismay.
Puffer fish-
imitates borrowing a student loan.
Deadly, life changing,
bodies petrified.
It awaits humbly, slowly;
innocent upon first glance.
Like the holy lizard it ripples through the sea.
Dear Mother, There's this feeling I get when I'm in your embrace.
Dear Mother, it's a feeling, like the glow shown on your face.
Dear Mother, what is it called when you put me first, always above
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Your crosses are covered in blood.
Not the blood of Christ,
But the blood that oozes from brown skin.
The sun can shine it's brightest
The wind can blow it's hardest
But never had my heart felt this deepest
To ever felt this hatred
Do you ever want to know my wish?
As I sat by the lake to see the fish
What if reality is a fallacy,
Perpetuated by affliction?
Disillusionment just a deterrent
For positive transition?
When all is lost, picking up
Dear father who art I heaven God keeps sending letters.I'm still trying to read last weeks stack.He either sends me some clarity,Or i'll think does He have it out for me? Father,What should have I done when I lost my friend?What are you teaching m
There are many scents I take in when I breathe,
But I can't live without the one left behind when you leave.
It's hard to describe the feelings I get.
I just know I'm brought back to the day that we met.
I live in the eyes of others but they do not see the dark hole I have stumbled into. No one helps me from falling but one; my angel she guides me to the light so I may escape the darkness.
Tonight I wish I was walking on cobbled stone.
Because maybe if I was I would be able to drown the constant sex between the leaves and the wind.
I would be able to subdue their moans and sighs.
But I'm not, I'm here.
I'm trapped on this island,
theres nothing but silence.
If I had one thing with me,
What would it be?
I could choose my phone or a tree,
but how would that benefit me?
All I need?
A simple question indeed.
Take a look in the mirror, and there you will see
The one thing in life that means the most to me
As I am surrounded by the forest tress,
nature's wind blows below my feet.
I hug myself as I quiver trying to stay warm.
The air is crisp and my lips are cracked.
Lost within myself I search for a way out.
Let the sun rise up
And the earth fade away
Every soul cry out
Open up heavens gate
We are gathered here
Under your name
Do away with fear
And seek his face
I wonder what beauty really is,
I thought it is someone who you’ll miss
Like in the whole, a missing piece,
How great you are to tame the beast!
If only more teachers made learning fun.
A single teacher can make you turn.
More students their study they would yearn.
Make learning an opportunity, not a chore.
Maybe your students will stop being whores.
If only more teachers made learning fun.
A single teacher and make you turn.
More students their study they would yearn.
Make learning an opportunity, not a chore.
Maybe your students will stop being whores.
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Lost in thought
along slough pews–-
sweating doors–-
curdled smiles;
sleepy summer minds
As a fawn in life
The world seemed filled with good
Everything is something everyone could
Ever since 5 I dreamed of being a man’s wife,
Then life became more real
As I grew more old
I am not at all trendy
In fact I’ve fracked
more than my fair share
of high pressure anxiety attacks
Fashioning a frantic fever
"Every day's a little cold
And every day's a little old
Every dare's but a little bold
And souls only have a little gold
But every heart's a little controlled"
However much this song may sting
My body is a sieve.
Full of holes, yet still whole. And intact.
It's a bit rusty in places-
once shiny and new, the metal frame is tainted,
Einstein may have once said"Everyone's a genius.But if you judge a fish byIt's ability to climb a tree,It will live its whole lifeBeleiving that it's stupid."
There's more truth than you think to that.
I am no longer the declarative, so bold
Nor am I the forgotten recluse, so cold
Relinquish my orthodox views, so old
Do not allow myself into the false Fold.
The flickering screen beckons, so chaste
Every day a new beginning
The beginning of music making
Every emotion displayed with the melodies I’m thinking.
Happiness, sadness, rejoicing, and anger
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Fritos taste neat
under the creak
I may seem upset
if I overeat
What if I am,
would that be spooky?
To feel a certain way
That makes me cooky
I am not who you think I am.
But I am him, still.
I am more than what you thought I was.
Though I am him, still.
I am nothing more than nothing less -
With words and still
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I lay here on my bed
And try to think and think
Just what exactly I should write
With this pen filled with ink.
To be touched and crushed by something that I least expected it from.
It came close to my heart, but killed my soul when it was done.
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I'll fly away again
High in the sky toward migration.
As civilizations increase
Our species continues to weep.
The more land you conquer
Forces more stress
And Less flowers.
Who am I? A great question this is, the best way to know is to live what I've lived. So with pen in hand, I'll write to you, the story of me in the best way that I can.
I walk, with head bowed,
There is no expressions now,
I have lost what was in my eye,
The cold wind blows my side,
Ice hits everything around me,
The purity of white,
You probably don't know me, but my friend made you add me on snapchat.
I need to write a poem.
It itches.
My skin crawls like a butterfly pupa warped beneath a cacoon ready to burst magnificent colors into the smallest spaces of sky.
It burns.
I am light as a feather but no one can hold me forever.
Who am I?
If you know me, then you want to share me but if you share me, I'll be gone.
Who am I?
A common missconception, a desire for the future.
Leading to nothing but emptiness due to the lack of wanting found in the best of us who
How does one define perfection?
By looking in my eyes,
They don't show a reflection of the viewer but a glimps into my soul.
In the curve of my iris there is a story,
A little girl who moved from house to house,
What I want is just a dream
To others, that is not what it seems
I want better for myself
I want love for the nation
What I want is just a thought
All of which have faught,
For them to be released
Curvy, skinny, thin, or fat.
What should I wear, should I eat that?
Should I talk slower, should I walk faster
Am I too talkative?
Should I shut up?
It's the flesh that makes us human
The skin that makes us people
Double edged sword used to cause upheaval
Tactics implemented by a fallen angel
Reason why for a mother life and death is so painful
UNBROKEN
By Julissa Anaya
You. Backstabbing, false, two-faced person, you.
Compulsive, deceitful, self-indulgent human, you.
You're a drunken mistake
a night of regret
I can't shake
for God's sake
I hurt someone I love
just for the intake
of your breath
and the connection of our bodies
The first stroke of the brush and im estatic an idea is born
continuous marks commence and im hoping to create something worth talking about
potential is key and this has potential
Life is crazy
Never filled with just roses and daisies
There are highs and lows,
Time that comes and goes.
Days so hazy.
Over and over we bend and break
Could I say I like the painof seeing you with someone else?
Lets me know how wet the rain.Drenched and hurt inside myself.
Storms may blow
feirce and strong,
winds howl and rains pour
moring comes sunlight seeping in
another day to endure,
my spirits are lifted
a rainbow promise I see
Everything you do,
Is picture perfect you see?
It might not fit in a frame,
But life is the memory.
I remember I’d never stop running,
There are two way my mom would say. Choose the right path so we wouldnt face the wrath.
In every country there are hardships to be had.
Diseases and disaters! There is no stopping that!
America is my home and what a home it is.
When nature seems our enemy we always know what to do.
Black is not derived from the word negro. Black was not on the fields, black was not in the home.
Black is my stereotypical ego that I was given when others were put upon a throne.
Not by occasion
Nor location
But by His crucifixion
Death and resurrection
Perfected He my salvation
Gave He me His vision
With full attention
I grasped through revelation
I woke up alarmed, the darkness asked to come in.
"The devil lives inside of me" she said with a crooked grin.
I looked into her bloodshot eyes, no soul within.
Show me your teeth
Lift the corners of your mouth
Smiles are the natural wreathes
When you feel your mood is going south
The simplest anecdote is to remind yourself
The beast hurt came out from the spiked pit
Enjoying the liberation, enthralled by the roses before it
Yet they renew its wounds old, refusing to be admired
Alarmed by the pain
In my head, once again lost in a song
From the rhythm. To the songs compelling melody
The odours and smell assault me first.
Fried fat, sticky sweets and over piqued thirst.
Energetically wrapped in fest and jest,
I feel dead
When my ink die
No pulse when I eat instead
Of writtin all these rhymes
For this is my time
This is my life
This is my rhyme
So.... When ever you hear
The sound of my voice
No matter what year, fear or tear life may bring; remember that there is always cheer that springs.
Let freedom ring!
From wall to wall,
Who would have thought the confederate flag would fall?
IN AWE of AWESOME
I digress my awesomeness-modestly I don’t protest
What I say is not in jest-to pursue this awesomeness
So awesome follows through the hollows
Over the sorrows beyond tomorrows
All that glitters is not gold,
So how dare you be so bold,
To say that the best things in life are free?
Well, no one is free from impunity.
You only have the freedom of speech,
The battle had been a hard one that day
She had been bruised and beaten in the fray
Sitting alone, she thought of what had past
The same morn’ a shadow the sun had cast
I sat alone one evening,
Nearly dreaming upon my table propped,
Stopped had I from work to rest,
Creation,
Destruction,
One and the same.
For to make a verse
Is still at worse
Just bleeding onto a
Innocent page.
Scarring it,
Marking it
Inspired by the Novel "Through the Deep Waters," by Kim Vogel Sawyer, my poem tells the story of a young woman who sold her body to save herself and her mother (set in the mid-late 1800's).
Left my feelings under the door.
Unspoken words left me wanting more.
I feel as if I have to keep emotions covered up,
because the emotions I'm emoting are potent.
People tell me that you love me
How could you love me?
You buy drugs with my birthday card money
You didn't forget you just spent the money
I get it daddy
No I don't
You didn't forget
You
were not a carved a silhouette.
A predertermined notion.
Society's rules did not code you
change you
define you, you
Teenagers just want to have fun.
Of course that would mean drinking,
But it’s just fun
I wonder if it’s just fun
Because I am Jada
Sick in the hospital
Diabetes has me here again
My pumps not working
All my panceras is, is dead.
Wake up...wake...WAKE!
I am falling fast...tumbling downward in a crazy spiral
So nauseous...head throbbing
My skin, blood, bones, and soul tearing apart
Screams lost in the cacophany
A million selfies, now a million and oneI've sent to the eyes of the man who held the gun.The gun of the happiness I asked him ownOn account of the interest and affection he'd shown.
I open my eyes and look towards my feet.
There are weights on a wall seeming to stare at me.
Who am I?
My birth name is Shelby.
But that's changed over the years; shrimp, chipmunk, penguin, shorty.
School was rough. Not always fitting in.
Graduation set me free.
Now - I am me.
My pup is growing so very fast,
She eats and plays and snores like a fiend,
Her Churchill demeanor makes her all the more lovable,
Cleo the dog, our bond will only get stronger.
dr j and micheal jorden was the best basketball players to ever play the game of basketball, they were great ball players and they will rise to the top.
I hide who I am from most everyone today
I was bullied and harassed back in the day
It taught me to sit back quietly and assess
Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
I’m not a poet I’m a penny flying through the air after you throw it
Off the top of a building or Into the wishing well
I’m wishing well for all my brothers and sisters across the globe
I am a frugal creature with a mindful nature
I could never have my meals specially catered
When there so many who go hungry all because of money
I would spare no expense to bring them in harmony
My pouting lips,
My freckles,
My brown eyes
brown hair
and blonde tips
are
Exposed.
My red skin,
My frizzy curls,
My chubby wrists
cheeks
and chin.
I was born into a generation
A generation bred into technology
They claim we lack morals and conservation
But I believe it is an inherited ideology
They bombard us with promiscuity and violence on the big screen
Without a filter I use huge words
Cuss words, made-up words,
Ugly words like butt hurt
I’m positively a grammatical genius
32 on my ACT in English
Now when tell me am I using this?
Babies are crying, while people are dying.There's always that one, that you say you love.Why though do they hurt, they're face down in the dirt.
I am a very humble man
I do everything I possibly can
Discrimination needs to stop
There is no race who is on top
Red, yellow, white or black
We are equal, thats a fact
The killing needs to cease
People today brag about “No Filter” as if it is an accomplishment,
Bragging that they have not edited themselves,
Acting as if displaying the truth of yourself is some great, courageous act.
There's a coursing river coming right at you
no dams or cares that's a fact.
But I hope you know something,
this honesty isn't fantasy.
I'm not a funny page,
I'm imbuing knowledge
I am a woman. Therefore, I am power.
A typical woman is said to bloom like a flower.
Why bloom like a flower, when you can sting like a bee?
I am fearless, and I will be a queen.
Nobody is perfect,
I hear it every day,
"Flawless just doesn't exist",
But who cares what people say.
Beautiful, confident, bold;
Ugly, fat, queer;
We are our greatest critics,
Woman Wrapped in Self-Confidence
I am a woman wrapped in self-confidence
A crown of wisdom placed upon my brow
A heart of wonder laced with tenderness
Tall I stand against all resistance.
The world is colorful
Our perception is often not
Instead of the rainbow
We live in black and white thought
We catogorize, we generalize--we label each other's lives
With our preset misconceptions
“Is it okay? Are you okay?”
You say
“I feel so guilty”
“Not enough”
I say
If you did it anyways
It’s not as if I've never been here before
It's right there in that chair that you realize tears are imminent
Through thick and thin, we formed an alliance,
Turned to each other when in need of reliance.
Guiding me through when life throws me troubles,
Providing advice for my daily struggles.
I am always the most hyper person in the room.
When i talk it comes out loud and booming.
I never serious and the only time i stop moving is when i fall asleep.
My hands are always tapping and there is a beat in my head,
The love that has been shown to me, without the makeup and clothes, is a different kind of love, then when i have them on, but who am i to impress others, I'm just me, myself and I,But who is this me, This me is a girlwho isn't afraid, Isn't afrai
I am not flawless
Nobody but a fool says they are.
My nails are uneven
Because I bite them worrying
whether my work’s even
I walk with my hijab- shadowed but shining
I walk fast, small silent steps, quick pace
I walk and weave through the crowded hallways
No bother to anyone, anyone no bother to me
Wat i know is the theory of me
What i believe in honor in which i see
the others in a new light
Take me to church and tell me no and go to hell. I dont belong here and I never will belong here. I could never believe you.
Once more, I look through the mirror and see exactly the person I didn't want to be. All the life, all the sense, all ambitions I'd need, were gone from the person who stared back at me.
I am the bastardized version of the American dream.
To many I am not clean, to more unseen.
I was a foster care child, to which many equate to wild.
A shoe too small for man to wear;
Lost life, a soul so young, a br'er.
Upon the grave we must lament;
our wails to carve the grey cement.
The dead we wrought;
wrung malcontent.
I'd only felt at best in my dreams
and even then I wasn't fully asleep.
Plagued by my conscience of insecurity,
constantly reminded of my impurities.
Entirely, I forced myself to accept me.
All my life I fought to become
The girl without a flaw
I tossed and turned, awake at night
This is what I saw.
A world of perfect people,
Every one the same.
And as I dreamed I realized
"Write about a trouble in your life," they say-
but in no way
can I relay
the way that I got laid
When I looked in the mirror I saw pain and hurt written all over it.
When I looked in the mirror I saw black and blue.
When I looked in the mirror I began to cry because when I looked in the mirror I saw ugliness.
They say your eyes,
When given time,
Become accustomed
To the night.
Though dark and eerie
One great shadow,
Night penetrated
Glows to light.
It is a lie.
Flawless
Am I that
Could I be that
Wish I could be
Looking in the mirror I saw them all
Big nose, big forehead, ugly smile
I fixed the smile
But what about the rest?
Work out
One can describe,
One can demostrate,
One can interwined,
but the kind of that you show,
will come alive
only..
If you choose to show it.
As the pandas die off, so do I
But I’ve been told lie after lie
That I am fine
That I’m only hyped
On some “cute” delusion
“But, is it a delusion?”
I ask in utter confusion
Behind the mask
I have been stripped
Stripped away from all that was mine
I am just a plain face
Left out in the cold to wither away
My eyes fill with tears
I am a souless soul
A flawless person has never once walked upon this earth
Women everywhere are itchin' to gain beauty and selfworth
Society tells them they are too fat or too thin
But women need to know that beauty comes from within
That's ItI've made itI'm doneI booked my ticket straight to the sunThe stars speak and I hear;"This is your Captain speaking,Your one way flight from victim, Land of SilenceHome of the Slave
I am simply me
Nothing more nothing less
Do I speak differently
Why yes
The shaking you hear is not my choice
Scared that the next word I say will not come out
A heartless beating thumps in my chest
My head manifests an illusion of what was
Save all that drama and animosity
Cause it ain't for me,
You can be the one to tell Facebook and Tweet
but your standards, I'm not about to meet.
I wasn't sent here for everyone to like me
I step onto the stage
ready to entertain,
but people do not know
Behind the curtain
I left my shame.
Fantasies are what they are seeing.
What draws you into hell?
Why do they bother hearing
I hide inside myself
in some secret waiting place
far away,
close beside,
listening to songs
I remember
of you.
No one goes
or knows
or maybe even cares,
I've been surrounded by people,
who've greatly impacted my life.
"Great", such a terriible word.
Its nature is a double-edged sword.
For one who conquers the world,
whether to spread love or unleash hate
Sitting alone on the grass late one night
Admiring the starry sky shining so bright
I could not help but be in awe of my God
Who created the heavens and man out of sod
A being in my heart,
You were always there from the start.
Never shall we be apart.
Me and the being in my heart.
We gaze up towards the coudy sky,
In agony, our life isa lie.
I can’t chew on the thought that’s begot
Rotting inside like they thought I forgot
When they couldn’t see me gnashing my fangs
against my iron-wrought cage, the fangs, their bangs-
I woke up this morning to the sound of no alarm clock
Of course I was 30 minutes late, and I had to leave in ten
I shot up from my bed and my whole body cracked
my room is crowded with feelings,
and all i feel is alone.
my family and friends, they just pretend
that this house was ever a home
my mother, she really does love me.
she's the one who tends to my wounds.
I grew and noticed I had no pair
Sent by God to provide care
All ma burdens no one help bare
Of the many Love none was shared.
“You’re boring”
I smile thinly
Returning to my book
It’s hardly a plot twist
I’ve heard this many times
I already know it’s true
But then they keep coming back
Roses are flowers and so are violets.
I really like nursing, it is my dream.
I'm gonna help people and that's important.
Who knows? I might help your child someday.
My rhyming is terrible and so is this poem,
I come from a neighborhood of South L.A. where it is likely for the local youth who succumb to the world of the Gang Bang.
Typically, the local gang members do hard time for committing drive by's that go "Bang! Bang!".
As a elementary student I read books to get gold medals
It was for competition, climbing academic levels
However my competitiveness turned into a love affair
Books became my escape from despair
What makes me happy can be rather simple:
My car, my sister, not having a pimple.
But it can be more complicated than that.
Like seeing a friend and having a chat,
Or watching my favorite show,
D4 my opening move
Who could disprove?
The power of thinking ahead
This gives me much joy but others dread
strategy and tactics an army of 16
The most powerful piece The Queen
You're gonna hear me roar! Katy Perry sure knows how to rock her assonance.
BY BRENDA SHAUGHNESSY
If it takes me all day,
I will get the word freshened out of this poem.
I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second,
and now it won’t come out.
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
