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All my life
I've longed and strived
With hope to find my home
Home
A place to call my own
Gold that never grows Old
Old
One who learnt to earn
One who's not afraid to run, Mad
Sing for the flowers that bloom
and fade without regret,
the light is in darkness
and the darkness is in dazzling light,
the silence between speaking,
between joy and sorrow it is the calm of heart,
Here's a tree that only I knew,
Its roots deep in my heart it grew,
A symbol of my hidden truth,
A friend that saw me through my youth.
Its leaves were like my every dream,
Is your favorite color still red?
Because my favorite is still blue.
Do you still wear those black pants?
The moon isn’t for the Sun.
She isn’t for him.
They were never meant to be
anything more than eclipsed.
Dear Grandma,
You'll never get this,
Just like you haven't received any mail for the past two years
My secret garden is no longer dead
The grass is green roses red
The darkness no longer crawls through my veins
Breath no longer clawing up my lungs
Feeling content, relaxed
Almost
I know I cannot impress upon youThe love and care that I carryIt is not explosive, but stable.Strong, safe, familiar.Natural and home grownWith roots buried as deep as a tree decades old.
I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.I wonder if my beauty will be adored and saved from destruction.I hear the horrible sound of metal machines cutting my wings. I see their ambition, their horrendous ambition that provokes sou
Falling from infinity
Does that mean I'll never hit the ground?
Perhaps I'll have time to learn to fly
before I'm blown into a mountainside
or drown in a cloud.
All started out,
So promising,
A polite young boy,
So promising.
Curly haired,
A little naive too,
Got the crap kicked out of me,
Older boys hated you.
All around you are snakes-
Serpents peeking through green blades,
Awaiting to strike their cynical fangs and make your heart ache
Comfortably coiled in evil
Envision the world we all must share
Blanketed by the sun’s bright glare
We all exist in this world together
Collaboration in our presence.
God is with you.
It doesn’t matter how you feel
It doesn’t matter where you are
Your situation is irrelevant
God is with you.
We’re all fighting the battles of life
We’re knights in our kingdoms of one.
Often times we’re beaten down
And beg for the war to be done.
Help me God, I’m lost
Contemplation alone won’t save me
So again I come to you, Lord
With another desperate inquiry
Sitting on your bed, crying.
The angst and pain ripping through your heart
Every second, slowly dying
Anxiety tearing you apart
I Am sorry My actions, i.e. who I Am, hurt You.
I apologize for partial understandings that We're too afraid to address. So it forbids Us the whole opportunity of full acceptance in One Another.
While what she knows
cannot be taught
try and walk
the road she walks
Note the stillness
in the trees
mirroring her effigy
Morning knows
to wake the sun
Absolute breathe in the dawn of effervescence
Sweet fluidity of ecstasy perfectly perfumed
In the lap of silence
Till you know the softness of rocks and feebleness of mountains
Till you know hardness behind watery concrete
I see the Sky clasp cymbals of the Sun,
I see the Sky clasp tambourine of the Moon,
The heads of the Stars, as states and nations
Calls countries make
Are made by their people
Calls countries receive
Are received by the people
Yearning for a country transfixed or transformed
Tonight love speaks its magic
Surreal hands, poetic voice
The cost of romance and opacity of intimacy.
Fair legacies beyond impressions and fragrances
It is not because you miss, crave, or yearn for something
that it comes to you
It is because that something misses, craves, yearns for you
that it comes to you.
Oh, love, stir the rising strip by strip
Where Love has a breath of fresh want
Sweet suspense of her spur
Where she plays a number on me
Spoons of seas sail to Islands where meals hail
Rippling flush of divine renewal course blessings
Where the sky kisses the sea
Is where delectable romances are served
for the coffee of eyes, tea of hearts, and honey of skin
there I found an offspring of the Universe
She is beautiful
Like a mouse, her heart moves
With the window of her soul
open to Heaven’s skies
She is beautiful
My story is a mirror of souls I have been daily
With divine ink duly set diurnally
Each season with a taste of weather narrates spirally
Darkness knocks the door
Weeping dust sing from the floor
Windows clash with scents of blood
Hearts hold the wheel
Driving lanes within mortals insane
That is when I found you
I chose to hold you
As I stood Crying into my mahogany lined mirror Tracing the curves that curse meThe wood reminds me of soft spots where it is solidThe wood dark and musky, masculine in nature mocks my feminine bodyMy body’s looking wrongThe mirror distorts and po
my whole life, i’ve been told that love is infinite and unconditional. that love works in strange and mysterious ways. that love comes only when it's ready.
She whispers her melodies in the early morning,
soft yet bold,
her blue green soul,
hypnotic and chaotic is the sea,
unyielding before me.
Here I am
Broken, battered,
Grief stricken and bent over
Tears, tears
Oh the tears!
Flowing, pulsating
A river dammed yet bursting
Let go, let go my soul
Open the flood gates
On top of a mountain,
We will meet-
Like chalk stains and the rinsing of knuckles.
Tonight a salamander has slayed a dragon.
attic beams bearing strange fruitchair on the floor and bruise at the loopgay friends hanging in the attic eavesstrange fruit dangling from the wooden beams detached act from the phobic repukethey don’t know what their hate executessight of a rain
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 and this unwavering conviction you couldn't corrupt me
The queen arises with grace and beauty
Ever so elegantly waves to the community
But Hidden within her great big dwelling
a twig of emotions snapping,
seagulls bleedding and flapping,
hunters and the animals they´re trapping,
the bear hibernating and napping,
Life is life,
Life is a shoe box,
Life is pretty,
Érase un ser vagando sin rumbo
Con una mochila a sus espaldas
Para recorrer el mundo.
Érase una mochila cargada
De chuchillas, piedras y recuerdos
Pesados, pesadas y oxidadas.
A heavy rock on your shoulder,
A ray of darkness on your chest.
She follows you everywhere you go,
But only you can hear her.
Clothes eat away at my skin.Clothes push and pull me in.My body is screaming at me no.But I just can’t let it go.The scars of your touch leave me hauntedAs that scared little girl cowered awayI step in and stop your misdeedsGet your hands away fro
I'm on a little boat
Which was never meant to set sail.
I'm on a little boat,
It is anchored by the bay.
I'm on a little boat
From where I greet you every day.
I'm on a little boat
I'm falling
But you won't catch me.
I'm falling,
Landing out this time.
I'm falling
But you didn't push me.
I'm falling
But you didn't pull me.
"I can't help it if you're falling"
Love hurts but a loss of a life outragesAll this she knew as only poetic linesBy her sweet sixteen, pretty gorgeousBlossoming like a petal filled roseYou see she wasn’t ready for this pregnancy
There are all sorts of people around us,who will be harshly judged.
They will be called cruel names, we need a stop to this game.
A change in the world ,is what we need to see.
There is a reason two souls meet. Reaching out for one’s hand to grasp a feeling you have yet to feel. The beast met with beauty, but the beauty was too bright. It shined like the north star when the stars first come out.
There is a reason two souls meet. Reaching out for one’s hand to grasp a feeling you have yet to feel. The beast met with beauty, but the beauty was too bright. It shined like the north star when the stars first come out.
“Were not really strangers”
So then what are we?
Were like the venom in a snake bite
Or the poison in ivy
Were a broken mirror
A sad song
A cry for help
A conversation that ran too long
A Doll alive in a paper house
Layn mildly upon her virgin bedding
Left to be all-bearing
Beneath silent, stained glass
Revealing a perfect paper family.
A Doll alive in a paper house
Layn mildly upon her virgin bedding
Left to be all-bearing
Beneath silent, stained glass
Revealing a perfect paper family.
it is all numb
no longer feeling
only empty space
my hands shaking
i cant breath
but who cares
it is all numb
coping through prose
i have to stop
being sick of this
it is all numb
no longer feeling
only empty space
my hands shaking
i cant breath
but who cares
it is all numb
coping through prose
i have to stop
being sick of this
When it comes to emotion between you and me, I was never moved by your subtle ways you think brings everyone concord.
You smile, but what do you smile for?
Look down at me.
The shapes you see, that could easily be reflections of who you want, If you forget it's just me.
And does it matter, the bleak expression unforgettably cutting across my eyes?
When I say I love you,
Please believe me its true
When I say forever
Know ill never leave you
When I say goodbye
Promise me you won’t cry
why is it do we sin ?
we walk a line that is already so thin
the light down the garden is oh so dim
he has been branded a sinner
and so the line got thinner
we claim righteousness
lonely at the end of day
pass it may
we all want to be conquerors
but now were all wonderers
night is a time of peace
yet its everything except peace
oh how beutiful is the moon
I know iam not a coach.
But still i can make an approach.
Deep in my thoughts i want to give you a hint.
But your appearance do blow the wind.
By Alexander Thymmons
Written in August of 2007
(then, a rifle platoon leader in the 3RD Stryker Brigade Combat Team“Arrowhead”, 2ND Infantry Division)
By Alexander Thymmons
July 4th, 2007
(then, a rifle platoon leader in the First Stryker Brigade, Second “Arrowhead” Infantry Division)
On Patrol during the Surge
When you are Heartbroken inside, youd drop no tears
Rather you try to hide your fears
You cant face reality because of depression
Instead show your expression
Tell them heartbreakers
They are never shakers
When you are Heartbroken inside, youd drop no tears
Rather you try to hide your fears
You cant face reality because of depression
Instead show your expression
Tell them heartbreakers
They are never shakers
Long have l been away in hibernation, retreating in my closet and regurgitating on the antics of the political waywardness of a country sinking in the ocean, rudderless, careless and order less.
Can I be your dog?
Fed a bowl of cigarettes
in the stale morning,
bowl of you at night.
I'll wag my tail when you're home,
follow you around.
Can I be your dog?
I can’t laugh because I’m not visible
I don’t fit anywhere
I’m like a bird with ducks
Unable to fly in the future
I don’t like the smell of the soup
That make me feel vulnerable
A girl, raised to have the mindset of creative liberty,
bred with the blood of Indians and the spirit of Mother
left to wonder the world;
The sun feels like happiness soaking into my skin
The waves sound like music to my hears
There is laugher and smiles shared all around the sun
Some run fast, some run slow
Some fall behind and don't know which way to go
The scenery changes from seeing the track straight ahead
I am a Rose
I might be small
Might look fragile
But I have some thorns
Definitely not afraid to hurt you back
But I am always fighting
Might not look strong
I am beautiful
I am a Rose
Stay up all night
Can’t handle tomorrow
Rather dance in the dark until my legs are weak and my head is spinning
I’ll say I put up a fight
All my life I’ve been around
Niggas who think they can take something
From me
My skin
Rips at the sight of them
Their teeth
The porous language of a soothing, sitting oracle,
The contraction of your drying lips that never sipped delight,
The ghostly vapor of your sound health is no real or fake miracle,
I want to feast on a bowlful of stars,
And bathe in the heavenly mist of inspiration,
I want to avoid the backwash of death and ride its wave instead,
Thou weakening eye of day, why Withdraw thine radian crown , O it's the evening bed drawest you to west wind, The silver plate peek through the blue curtains, Flowers shut their eyes to welcome him, While thy silver dew scatter though , Look how
Let me speak to you the words that reside between the lines of what defines poverty. Poverty....
It marches in boldly,
Adulation no retraction.
No holds barred,
Wrong reaction.
It invades you forces you,
Sour taste makes you spit.
Turning your thoughts
into a thick soup of shit.
I remember the day, I remember it all
It was a rainy day.
The sun took cover behind the clouds, I guess it knew my fate.
The Clacking of her hills,
All I hear as she approaches the room
I remember the day, I remember it all
It was a rainy day.
The sun took cover behind the clouds, I guess it knew my fate.
The Clacking of her hills,
All I hear as she approaches the room
My mind is an ocean that you tried to cross
Now you're stuck in the middle somewhere
If the moon is the greatest thing I've ever dreamed
What's the chance that you'll meet me up there?
Pain,
as bright as my neon highlighters
Statements,
bolder than the sound of my voice
Colored every which way
I trace
Over every word
So none feels left out
Because I know
The piece missing from every puzzle
And when found
I don't fit
Some will try hard
To press their thumbs
Jamming me in and out of every corner
Where I was not made to be
So many pieces,
I had once loved a Poet;
daring, audacious, tall, sensitive, true.
He could hear my heart speak from simple texts
and knew just what to say to draw me deeper in love.
It was his heart;
She was no ordinary girl
Stuck in a messed up whirl
She had friends but she’d rather stay in the clouds
But she always said aloud she didn’t like coming down
Death is a veil of beautiful darkness. It moves and changes. Painful but soft, lovely but not.
Death is a song, a tune, melody. I sing to death, and it's perfect harmony.
You, It's been you since the very first day,Those hazel eyes like the alps beneath the bewitching sunset,Stars, embedded like diamonds in the sky, like your soul embedded in mineTogether we enkindle hurricanes, But I boon my rainbow in your arms A
how i long for the momentswhen every other soul becomes irrelevantanything and anyone else is blurredand it feels as ifyou are all that existsin this parallel universe we createwhen our eyes meet
Pain is like snow.
You look up—
And no matter how hard you squint,
You can't quite see where it's coming from.
From time to time it may stop,
But in reality,
It's rushing at you,
All at once.
It comes into your life-
A fresh soul,
Awaiting a home
Waiting for tender loving and care
You could offer them the world
A field of friends,
Connected by roots
But when you start to neglect
I feel the beating of my heart, like that of a drum,
Flirting with the ripples of water, my feelings are warm
Dancing with the tunes of mocking bird, filled with lostness in love
*LOST HEAVEN*
Click Click Click
The light flickers
The bird whispers
For the lost slayers
She whispers into the night
Telling the clouds of its delight
Like there was so light
For such a sight
My heart,
Built like a gameboard-
Open to all
Multiple pieces, multiple players
A roll of the dice,
A deck of cards.
You serve a strong poker face.
Unpredictable moves,
Is it easier to know
That the wrath in the eye of an angry lover
Has been forged in that
Which will forever be stronger than malice
That the smile on her face,
alligator skin
running marathons up and down my limbs
making it obvious I don’t belong.
climbing my arms and shoulders
to mark up my cheeks and chin,
Despite all the mirrors I've walked past,
I could never see myself
When my finger touched the reflection,
Printless marks left the glass
A fragment of unimportant dust
The loudest whisper you never heard
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
A rose
Beautiful, with sharp prickly points
Viewed from any angle, it is still a rose
From an optimist's perspective,
A wonderful bloom of color
From a pessimist's eyes,
A withered, flowerless vine,
Fff
For a minute you liked me.
The next blink set me free.
Was it easy for your misery?
“ There were reasons to believe . No jokers and no sleeve .”
glowing inside and out,
a warmth radiating from her body.
you can see her ideas sprout,
confidence flourishing like a poppy
winds start to kick up,
To the ones I didn't shed
due to your consolation.
Tears.
And to the ones I'll shed
when thou won't be there.
Tears.
And to the ones I shed
invincibly in thy presence.
Tears.
I am at the start of
This wide open, never ending
Tunnel void of an ending light
Torn in two, both
Scared and more empowered than
Ever was i.. I believe this time
I'll fight !
She glides with grace and charm
and they underestimate her.
She Radiates a sweet melody of summer,
As she Drowns out the howls of the winter wolves within.
Slips through your fingertips,
I watch the time slowly fade away....
Precious moments disapper into what one might think is times greatest enemy...
Faded Memories
Bureaucratic liars hand out commands
Empty-headed sheep obey
Free-thinkers get shot by men in blue
When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
with beautiful words, we glow
like water makes a plant grow.
with a little mistake,
we're forever scarred,
like that flower in your backyard,
exhausted, worn out, dull.
when we can no longer take
Let them be as a diamond,
Always pampered,
Protected, highly valued,
Loved
But always diminished by the tiniest of cracks and chips
I’d rather be a Zirconia crystal
Malleable but strong
Her soul is new, a few seconds born. Her heart is full, until it’s torn.
Beneath a bridge a day old, Her mother leaves, as she’s later told.
Though half of Her heart left too, a year passes and she’s been renewed.
age of 14 weight 126 pounds
wrestling season I was 8-0, my favor
I was very excited. Like a kid getting candy on halloween
to begin my last match of my wrestling season
age of 14 weight 126 pounds
wrestling season I was 8-0, my favor
I was very excited. Like a kid getting candy on halloween
to begin my last match of my wrestling season
everything
is finally starting to hit me
and i'm lost
i don't know how to deal with this
all at once.
i'm slowly losing myself;
i don't know who i am anymore
i'm struggling
My mind thinks too much
And yet, i can't think, can't eat, sleep, breathe
I feel a Pandora's box inside
I can't let those emotions out, not now
But I can't keep them in, can't let them win
You spend your whole life somewhere
Only to leave, and to come back
And to find that nobody remembers you.
You’re an opaque ghost filled with nothing but vague memories.
I don’t wanna let go
And If I did will my heart be cold
I wanna stay warm
Not in the shadows
Fearing hatred
I was the tree,
Standing alone, grounded into the soul of courage,
Bound to hopes of many beautiful seconds, which I want to live in.
You were my leaves,
Surviving with me, striving with me, from your beginning
Alone?
Don't ever think you are alone.
Just look at the night sky,
You find only a single moon bearing many scars,
enveloped by all the stars...
I wish I be a winner, for I've came a long way & still I got so far to go being a racer.
Ride all day I think I lost my way. But love on my mind ain't a player.
He stands one hundred feet above ground,
on top of some
abandoned building;
perched on the edge
of life.
His Arms bend in wicked ways, and
We’re in deep danger
Provoking hatred with a stranger
Leading on others to anger
I tell you we’re in danger
His heart is craving love
To Space
More beautiful than the brightest smile
as old as all of time itself
The soul of the universe
creatively dancing through the sky
Oh space, how I adore you!
We had meant somewhere along the wind,
Whipped carelessly from moment to moment.
And with a final gust, we were carried
To the edge of the atmosphere.
I'm still looking
the exit of this maze.
I'm still searching
in the clear that they say.
But how can i help myself
if i can't manage to escape?
The vines that strangle,
wolves that tattered,
my heart is cold,
my mind is too.
i've always been
in some stage of freezing.
and you're an icepick
carving away at my being.
i'm sorry,
but,
i don't think there's a sculpture
How am I supposed to be confident when I have so many flaws. From the mistakes I make, the risk I take, to the scars, open cuts, wounds on my body.
These words are tales unspoken
Of a boy whose heart was a graveyard
Buried in it were empty love notes and brokeness
He wondered if love was real
And if it was, why he couldn't feel what others felt
I've been uprooted thrice. First found
no comfort in being myself. By
being swept off the ground.
The people hanged stigma over
With voices harsh and loud
Second, the state failed to make me proud
You are the greatest secret
kept from yourself.
It is in hiding your Light
that you become lost.
It is in resisting the moment,
Spend ten hunnid on a bitcoin
I lost all my money in bitcoin
I made it back but a what cost
My wife left me...
i'm stuck in a game of tug of war.
on one side is my desire to please him --
the other, my insatiable hunger for less serious,
tall,
dark,
handsome pleasures.
i am the sun --
bright and joyous,
rarely clouded,
warm and friendly,
unknowingly smothering.
he is the moon --
cool and collected,
i feel so weak.
i am a beggar pleading for change
from a man whose hands i'm afraid will never give to me again.
i only yearn for those few small tokens of affection.
you are blue in its dullest and brightest forms.
you are the sky, throwing your arms open above me with no clear idea of what you're trying to reach.
no matter where i'm looking, i always see you.
you are every shade of blue imaginable.
you rush in like the waves of the ocean, never fully satisfied sitting in one place.
you suck me into your embrace until i feel like i can't breathe,
A family is like a circle.
The connection never ends,
and even if at times it breaks,
in time it always mends.
A family is like a circle.
The connection never ends,
and even if at times it breaks,
in time it always mends.
From the fruit you came Hucklers and demi god's made kings and queens.
Poetic justice will forever be ours ,
in the days count of biblical times
so then, pain and otrocities were gained
More than a decade in my life
Never loosened your hold in the strife
Being a best friend to this loner
Served to be an excellent attitude toner
Feet on ground
Feet on snow
Snow is slick
Feet are feeble
Feeble blocks
Blocks of brick
Bricks are broken
I would measure deeds on the scale
Adorn the time with the pendulum
Wondering how sand walk on her.
Taking time to understand as the fine dust I am.
I would return, grey or not.
We sat around fire with deep heated passion.
This was how everyone could tell we were crazy
for a season or a reason.
Our laughters revealed us in person and degree.
All I need is who you are to me
Thinking out loud before the mirror
A worrysome image to make me fret or blush.
All I need is you, tell me the tale of me
A tale I shouldn't have forgotten.
Miami was a charm of a city
What difference does that make me
I learnt to rise and not feel usual hurt.
Time after time it was pleasure for every measure.
Love was the spice of my life
I saw you in the heavens;a shining jet,so proud, sereneyet cynical,mocking small shapes below.With your avoidance,you avert amorous traffic;glide the skyby your radar.
Is it too late,
To run away from the chaos
In my head.
To a place more quite
Where solitude dwells
In a house of gold;
It does not glitter
But sings the songs of a nightingale.
yell, scream, shout
silence is scarce.
with every word spoken, a new argument begins.
each room of the house is a minefield.
i tread lightly, but somehow always become collateral.
you are a work of art.
from far away, you look absolutely perfect.
but when i'm standing in front of you, all of your gritty details show themselves loud and clear.
thumbs
running circles around each other
take a break from pulling heartstrings.
i graze your veins
feeling every jolt of electricity pulsing through them.
honey-brown skin
glistens like liquid gold
and pours into my open mouth.
i drink up as if i've been parched for years.
but this flavor could never compare
fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white
as the butterflies in my stomach
flap their technicolor wings.
but the only color i feel
is a deep, melancholy blue
your laugh is music to my ears.
i cling to your every word like my favorite lyrics.
you strum my heartstrings like you've known how to play your whole life.
somehow i already know the tune.
we're both drawn to extremes,
waltzing with opposites.
it's an awe-inspiring, complicated dance.
i've never learned the steps, yet i feel like i've known them my whole life.
Smile while you can,
And please do make it wide.
Don't wait for it to be gone;
With it, may you abide.
As long as longer, stay with its side.
My heart is very heavy,
Like it weighed a thousand pounds.
Like clouds turning dark and gray;
And it terrifies the ground,
And a large army abound.
Hear! Lend me your ears!
Friends,family and peers!
For I shall tell you a tale,
That happened in our vill.
My friend you are alone,
In a seemingly darkened place.
Eyes are weary of tears;
Whose heart is bleeding could not ease.
A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink.
The world and me, the people here; we live that brink.
Just like this night -- a villain veiled -- and then I sigh.
This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude!
Heart and mind a separate creature
Disparate in every feature
Matched and mirrored, evil twins
And this is where our play begins
Heart a mass of nerves, emotions
Torn to shreds by its devotions
A mirror sits still, reflecting time.
Raising questions without answers.
Where will fate lead my steps?
Will she once more tear her gown,
You are my rock
And I am Sisyphus.
We share sizes and blue eyes;
I am bound to you.
You are my rock,
with a mind of shale you prise
for the fool’s gold beneath;
I return to you.
You are my rock
And I am Sisyphus.
We share sizes and blue eyes;
I am bound to you.
You are my rock,
with a mind of shale you prise
for the fool’s gold beneath;
I return to you.
Droning buzzes fill the room
when I step foot onto the block.
A thousand flies encircle me
on staggered steppes to the ceiling,
They hide from the light cause they're vimpires,
Vimpiers in military suits and combats boots:
Ravaged our village and abducted our queens,
Their muzzles at point blank shattered young dreams,
I accidentally filled her mindwith serenading cicadasthat erupted on El Dia De Los Muertos,a piñata swarm of insects,their nightmarish candy formseating away all the love in the universe,
A heart
As cold as a winter storm
It freezes you to death
With the wind the words form
A heart
Filled with warmth
Like a summer breeze
It never causes any harm
The Church is a hospital for humanity. It is a body of people, not just a building.
Every member whether black, white, Protestant, Catholic, pastor or congregation
God is the Judge and the Angels are the Jury.
The Church is the Defendant and Satan is the Prosecutor.
Jesus is the Attorney for the accused and the bailiff over Satan.
God is to Love, as Satan is to Hate.
Christ is to the true Word as the Anti-Christ is to Sin.
The Holy Spirit is to true Teaching as the False Prophet is to lies.
Scribbles and Scratches
Papier-mâché remnants
Past reflections of everything I used to be
I am NOT the blank paper I once was
Not because I didn't write my story
It was subtly eroded
A chill sweeps across a wide river,
Interrupting the thick humidity of warm spring air.
A light breeze wisps gently above the surface of the water.
Overcast and moonless, with the exception of two stars
Thou art a beautiful creation,
Not for a naught, but for preservation.
I am selfish, oh! Such prejudice.
Yet I art selfish for thee.
Oh!!I beseech thee!
Look away and far away.
In the blue lane
i failed trying to learn.
i stood head's up cos all i quest for is to earn.
my hope is not to dine in strong wine.
so i drew the line.
between pain and gain.
When the windeth blows, it's ev'r so cold
But nev'r as such within mine soul
F'r thoust claim'd I'm dark withineth
But I hast not commit'd sineth
Shall clouds rolleth in, I dear proclaim
He brings joy to me,
his laugh makes my heart smile,
his eyes, like the sea.
Endless charm is his style,
and he is my willow tree.
sometimes
i feel like nothing
sometimes
i feel like everything
sometimes
i am the sun
sometimes
i am the moon
sometimes
the world is too much for me
every time I want nothing more than to
disappear
I think,
"it's been a while since I've wanted to die this badly."
and it's true.
some days
are far worse than others, but
some days
On some evenings
When I allow myself
to the garden we made
Dandelions in my feet
ask me for you.
Uninvited they were at first
You remember I hope.
Question to the question I ask,
Shards of my mind litter the floor,
Fragmented pieces of sanity.
I try to piece them together.
I fail.
Who cast that fatal blow?
The searing pain that rippled through my mind.
It’s cold here, all alone.
The fan is off but I’ve never felt so cold.
Am I destined to stay here, wasting away?
Spending my days cold and alone.
You say you're broken.
That you're scattered and lost and falling apart.
You lean all of your weight on me.
Your limbs have fallen off.
You cry and cry and cry.
I pat your back.
The black clouds are rolling in
The lightning cracks like a whip
As the thunder roars with the pride of a lion
The sky's blue slate is wiped clean by the darkest grays
And shadows begin to cover the streets
Countless ideologies arise
allies axis
accord not in sight
world combats
queen and eagle
is the weapon
that beats back the boche
After the traces of your feet walked away,
Freeing her roots,
those for lengths, were weighed heavy into the earth-
at the mercy of your dishonesty.
it’s already midnight
the soles of my feet
bleed against the hot pavement
just like my ancestors
against the hot sand
in our homeland
Flakes of snow, gliding down your back, as they melt.
Under you, my hushed brokenness held.
The heat, the rush, left the sky blushed.
The touch of your silky black hair,
In the midwinter a dazzling storm,
left only to feel, the here, the now and the gone.
A hazy mirage not so hazy, not so mirage.
Stood still, dim and harsh-
Another day to go to work.
All dressed up looking decent.
A perfect perfume for a pleasant scent.
A little make up on to look glamorous.
Finally, a big smile to look perfect;
But am I happy?
The earth was in ruin
Trees gone, seas dried
Those 100 men had done it
And now they were running from it
One girl stood up
Her name was Rose
She had a green thumb like no other
I still think about you
Every day and every night
We drifted so far apart
Was it wrong or was it right?
I wanted to talk to you
I just couldn't break my wall
I hated how we ended
They say when I get in
the gods toast a coin
the well hold its breath
and the wall open its ears.
Blanket shrugged in the corner
while the carpet curls up.
When I pace up
Wings of Cloaken Skybirds
Death of a ceiling broken past
Remains of regret for niceties
Falling too fast to catch
Timed too inummerable to measure
It's crazy how it is
YouR my Friend
And then The Next your gonE`
Our Love is Like a Circle of Energy
that connects us
its Like your right in front of me
And then your..😒 ..😯.
Everything gives us something,
Light gives us shadow,
Shadow give us darkness,
Darkness gives us fear,
Fear gives us emotions,
Emotions make us human.
Everything gives us something,
Yes, i was in deep pain
When you wanted me to take the blame
Oblivious to the miseries and injuries you fostered
Yet , you made it all seem so lame
Again, An another sleepless night passed,Again,A chain reaction of thoughts occurred,Yet Again,YOU crossed,Again, I forced,Again,I missed,Again,Yet Again,Constant I feel, Room of emptinessThis pain, This rage,This sorrow, This bitterness Wonderin
The storm leaps around
it wanders everywhere
it runs fast like a monkey
and grabs everything around it
a banana from the tree
jessy 's umbrella and what not?
no one can control it
April 25th
She carried the baby for nine precious months,
The baby boy was delivered, everyone rejoice and sang a joyful song,
I know of a man
appealing like a million dollars
but his net-worth cannot
amount to a single cent.
The man walked down the windy road to see what he could find.
After several minutes the road jumped up and he was sure he lost his mind.
Once I'as going away
Far from my hute.
Waiting for a conveyance
Along my class mate.
Just after a while-
I see a fairy
Toward my front like
The Venus of the sky.
But I avoided, avoided
I feel her heart getting colder
I reach for her hand
Searching to feel her love
She pushes me away
There is so much weight on my shoulder
You have only known me while I grew up in a closet,
I feel like I’m alone, having no one to hold my hand,
No one to comfort me, or to tell me “I promise it’s going to get better!”,
When I’m looking back,
I feel I’m about to have a panic attack,
Memories are everywhere,
Wow he's so handsome,
gorgeous as can be.
Out of the random,
twas a mystery, It was love at first sight.
Never really knew you, seen or met you,
but when we finally meet it will be everything.
I am from my mother's garden,
A garden of the heart;
She planted all the good things
That gave my life it's start.
She taught me right from wrong
I remember the first time I cheated
laying up under somebody else's sheets
First time I slept with her I fell in love
cheatin on my woman with these streets.
I remember the first time I cheated
laying up under somebody else's sheets
First time I slept with her I fell in love
cheatin on my woman with these streets.
Darkness is more than just the absense of light.
It's the inability to see.
See a future
See a purpose
See a reason to live.
To fear the dark
Is to fear the monsters that come with it.
(Dashes equal a beat.
The ellipsis is a long pause.
A poem wrote at 15/16, then revised.)
My life isn’t as bad as it seems,
that even in the darkness there are beams,
My cereal bowl holds stale lucky charms and
Milk white atrocities
Bathing away the cobwebs
Of spiders better left alone
I walk into the winter night
And the fragrance of the Queen of the Night embraces me
It is sweet
I gulp in lungfulls of it
As if it is a draught
I am greedy
I want to breathe it all in
I adore your beam,you reflected your beam,with fetching me through your eyes.
Splendid is your creation,as like the ravishing Universe,carries everything equally.
I caved and seen a counselor today. I impatiently waited in the office, picking at my skin, filling out monotonous paperwork, checking the yeses and the noes, and more anxious waiting.
As a kid you learn to swim
Not doggy paddling or floating or splashing
But actually swimming in a body of water
What you don’t learn
Is how to swim to the top
Childhood Innocence
By Addisen Rose Davidsavor
Bring me back to my childhood innocence
And teach me how to giggle again,
Teach me to believe in the fairy dust,
That sits on the backs of beating butterfly wings
My brain is a television
and my eyes are the screen
I’ve been relayed a message
more minacious than it seems.
I’ve realised I will be writing about Him forever and will never fully describe Him
He, the stranger made of metaphor
He, the indomitable fire that feeds on empty
He, the ocean I drown myself in
There's a thread,
That weaves its way around the heart,
Searching for something to mend.
There's a book,
That patiently waits to be read,
Searched for its hidden meaning.
What eats the soul,
Goes unnoticed,
Without a fight.
What attacks the soul,
Is noticed immediately,
For the damage it causes is too great to not be noticed.
What timids the soul,
Be careful of the tiger,
For they can catch you in a grip,
That can kill you.
Be careful of the eagle,
For they can catch you off guard,
That can be the difference between life and death.
A little sparkle.
That’s what you were.
A little blue cross
A little green pulse
A little heartbeat
Of pure spirit
That lit us up with love.
Your struggle for the chance to be born
What is my depression?
I feel lonely,
I feel pain,
I feel emptyness.
What is my depression?
I feel a noose tied around my neck,
I feel a razor cut into my skin,
Everything was normal when I was young.
I was happy. I had great friends.
But that changed when I was 13 years old.
The tic said hello to me.
I never knew the tic before.
The tic had weird characteristics--
Dear Mom, why do you hate me?
Is it because of secrets that have come out lately?
That I do not love the same way you do,
Or do not follow religion as if by voodoo?
I feel my heart beat to the music.
The voice that sings inside my head
And speaks to my body.
With rythm in my toes, blues on my fingers.
I conquer the world's problems
One note at a time.
Waves
Slaughter themselves upon the shore
As the daybreaks with the ebb and flow
Rushing, crashing, breaking
They are the inevitable and continual
None can contain
None can recreate
Waves
A simple beat.
Four measures.
Guitar. Drums. Vocals.
The first verse drifts into my ears.
My heartbeat falls into rhythm with the bass.
I hold the world in the palm of my hand
It has a spine like the trunk of a tree
It is a lone tree on a faraway land
With colorful fruits so far as the eye can see
Tell me a story,
Doesn’t have to be long.
I don’t need you to sing from the rooftops.
I just want to listen.
I’ll hum a few words,
Put in my own two cents.
I’ve replaced the names with poems.
I’ve harvested every cathartic drop of memory in order to create something fathomable.
The flower grows
In the soil.
It sprouts from the ground.
In swoops the farmer
To pluck it out.
It is a weed.
As I walked along the street
I saw the shadow of a soul
Its heart was beaten, all I saw was dullness
It was screaming for help, but no one could hear
Wake up. Run. Jump. Fall.
The cycles of failure race through my brain
I swim in a lake of my tearful demise
How did I get here?
Reluctance to stare at my reflection
Constantly talking and yet saying nothing
You were my bird. My beautiful bird. Your wings were so prepossessing, I just had to
stare. Though I had a feeling you didn't feel the same as me anymore. Your
pining gaze at the window often left me in confusion. What was so...
You told her she was dead to you
She is dead because of you.
You told her she lost you,
she is lost without you.
The tears nesting in her eyes make you a blur.
A picture with no shadows in itHas all too much to hide.Pompous, plushy, prickly colorsWherein no truth resides.
Have courage
and be kind.
These are
the words
that are
as old as
time.
If you
live by these
you are
guaranteed
a life
of joy
and
happiness
Being in love is like being a surfer on the biggest wave on your carreer.
It's scary at first,
not knowing if you're ready for it.
But once you're in it,
it is a high that no drug could ever match.
I look into the mirror.
What do I see?
Not who I want to see.
Not who I want to be.
She looks back at me.
My eyes full of distaste and disgust at the girl in the mirror.
Silence screams throughout the day
Children weep as others play
the screaming silence never decays
the silence is never acknowledged.
not even seen as if it is there
a steady scream still fills the air.
Her hand grazed my skin. “Please, be calm my child.”
Serenity plagued each of my senses.
Flames from the fire grabbed at my shoeless feet.
Yet, I was the happiest I have been.
Mother looked sadly into my green eyes.
One day I looked up and saw the sun
Shining it’s brightest yellow
The sun said to me, “Am I amazing, sweet, glorious child?”
I turned and said
There are rythms that echo through
my rib cage, each bone curving as your
a note gets cut off.
It is hard to hear, when
other heartbeats play loudly like a siren
Its okay to love another, but
Ignore the voices
Those murmurings of doubt
Call forth the flame,
The light to face the darkness
Dirt and sweat cover our faces. Our hands are our tools.
We become numb to the pain and the cold metal. Slowly we become machines.
Our minds begin to turn and wind just as the wheels do.
We lose the feeling of being men.
Books
People
Music
Everything's made of a story.
I want to know them all.
I read every tome in the library.
Little kids dream big
But I dream bigger
Kids dream of unicorns and candy
Parents dream for their kids to be happy
Dogs dream of treats and belly rubs
And Soccer players dream for the dubs
But I?..
I can swallow
I can swallow two pills
At the same time
And it gives me a thrill
Mixing my meds
I find it addictive
<p>Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win</p> <p>As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a
Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a stranger I pass landscapes f
Inspiration, for me
comes from the ink carved squiggles
of the written word.
Never before has anything
been more beautiful
I see your glittering eyes
and the crinkled skin around them.
Your joy is a spark of love
that will soon flame into passion.
How I envy your delight
and the way it motivates you.
I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this, but welcome to planet earth. A floating rock in space a perfect 146 million kilometers from the sun made up of 71% water, 29% land, 8.7 million different species, and 7.7 billion humans, aka us.
Lil white boys
Yes, you
I am talking.
For once, I am taking up space
Listen.
What are you, scared?
I am the sun and the moon.
I wonder about the lights out of my reach;
I hear the sound of stars falling around me.
I see the endless paths warping before my feet;
The American Dream
A run in fear
The sprint to safety
A jog for a dream
A race with death
Rise above when you fall below.
Pain will come, but choose to grow.
My heart cries out to the ones I love the most, but still
No one comes when its my chance to rise.
I am her baby girl, I even have her eyes.
So much relies uponLittle working bees.From cold winters to scorching summers,The bees never failTo contribute for their hive.
I hold the story in my hand
My eyes jump from word to word as
The tangible account transforms into an elusive fantasy
My hand moves to continue the narrative
It started as an interaction,
like a small rose seed getting sun.
I began to feel a strong attraction,
I knew something good had just begun.
Be aware before falling in love
Fore it always brings sores
Later which turn into storms
with all the love comes a curse
With a prize
No matter how hard you try
You may never rise again!
The cheers, the applause, the cries
And I ask them to indulge in this moment
For it will fade
Like a distant memory
She reminds me of a plant because of her stems
and the way they bud and burgeon through every space.
She is kind, and indiscriminate, and withholds judgment
I felt their eyes, piercing through me with gazes as sharp as knives.Drip.I listened to their sweet lies, releasing the bitter poison that they implanted into the depths of my throat.Drop.I saw the sudden bursts of raw emotion, introducing me to t
A Journey
Embarked on
In the early dawn of life
At first guiding
By loving hands
Teaching hands
You are everything I hope to be in life. You are strong, caring and loving. even when things aren't right you don't show it. You are everything I aspire to be as a women.
They bustle from place to place,
Pink cheeks, loud voice, cherry face.
Hands guide, hugs envelope, terror forms,
Do not swear by her, for she changes
constantly, warned she.
But change is inevitable
and she keeps me warm.
Her rise promises me comfort and security
and her death, the promise of tomorrow.
The flame has a life of its own
Mysteriously ignited by the fuel of existence and
Set ablaze by the quaintness of the world’s wonders,
Wee beginnings as a single spark in a pit of ember
C-o-l-l-e-e-nI’d sound out the letters when I’d write them
Tiny hand flexed ungracefully around a crayon.
Words, form from bold strokes.
The loneliest I've been.
The depths my mind reaches scares me --
I've been down here, trapped.
Above, I see the stars, the indigo-sweeped sky
Taunting me, dangling my freedom high
Above my head --
Inspiration feels like a sliver of hope;
The shine on a brand new penny,
An eyelash on your cheek,
Color trickling in the sunrise.
I have learned to swim all on my own
Chose the toughest battles
Got through them both
Spent my whole life just picking sides
Little Flower In the spring birds and bees fly around,Everything thing is growing, There are new things to be found,In the spring you are surrounded by beauty, Yet a small little flower is what you seek.The flower has grown to be
Inspire
Something that people strive to do in the knick of time
Leave a footprint on our brittle soil of Earth once they leave
And some day it may or not be me
No
where
road trip
with you, Mind.
You’ve been one to blame
for the crinkled maple leaves
lining the inside
Ring song
Go tell the worldhow close you cleave,my ring.
No! Wait! — The worldhas little careto pause and hearyou sing.
Swiftly kissing me on my cheek as I meet my morning ritual glow
Feelings of seduction, temptation , cloud nine
Space high fasho.
Caressing my mind with that courage ,that magic, that gumption,
The worst thing about your favorite sweater:
You wear it alll the time, it stays the same size as you keep growing
And no matter how much you try to stretch it out,
it doesn't work.
- to kiss god on the mouth
his lips taste like cheap pekoe tea and overly sweet vanilla creamer.
i run my hands through the hair of something i don't believe in.
there are no hymns, no bible verses
no miracles.
Feldgrau comes to steal me.
Seeing your green and grey colored arms start to clutch your FG 42,
Is this to be my last color?
One can walk along their merry way
Without a care or single stray
Along their path, they run into fear
Now's their chance to hole or veer
The choice is clear for most, they flee
Americans We
We were the arnsenal of democracy,
There, fighting on the beaches of Normandy.
We felt victory at last and our enemies none,
By standing together, Americans as one.
He is not perceived as dangerous. But his eyes hold an ocean that begs to drown me. His smile seems to paint a cure to my sadness until I feel his words shoot through me like burning bullets.
The edge of the boat chills my hands,
As I stare at the vast marble sea.
The wind fills my hair with flavor,
As we race the waves expeditiously.
I shimmer like gold; stun like pink diamonds
My hair reaches heights, and my skin varies like the dust of the ground
I am strong because of my color, and I endure because of my will
I do not shake, and I do not fear
The world can be so dark,
but just remember
at the end of the cold dark night
the sun will rise
and there will be a spark that shines
brighter than ever before
waiting especially for you
Power.
the estimated, imaginery will of a being
something that determines what can survive,
while also being as simple as something that can turn on an electronic thing.
Openly seen in everything
Love inspires me to Adore,
Pain gave me a reason to work for more.
Love inspires me to be Active,
Pain gave me a reason to break from being held captive.
Love motivates me to do right by others,
What is child’s play? Who is child’s play? Where is child’s play?
Child’s play is intense passion without a clear end point, or any end at all.
Child’s play is what you love only past 10.
If I had to choose if I’d rather have the world end in fire or ice, I would choose ice.
At least for now.
The enduring love of my grandparents' hands
Held within one another as they commit to stand
Throughout the hardship and sufferings of current and past
To uphold a legacy that will infinitely last
A hammer shatters the mirror and blood pools in the places punctured by the mirror's shards. Maybe the blood loss will make her lighter.
140 to
135 to
104 still counting.
You needed stupid.
Stupid enough to believe your throne of lies.
To worship your sins and glorify your violence.
you needed meek and timid
but fiery and hot
Once awhile ago I was lost
In a place so cold everything was laced in frost
Couldn't find my way in a blizzard
I screamed but couldn't make it so my voice is heard
I cried, yelled, pleaded with all my might
Maybe it was your eyes,
Big and droopy, but also told stories of the wise.
Or maybe it was just everything about you.
How you fertilized and reaffirmed my dying thoughts.
the grass here is scorched.
weak and frail,
snapping under the will
of even the mildest wind.
the edges of each of the blades are just that;
Back when things
were simple and innocent,
life felt beautiful and full of bliss.
I could feel the warmth
that life gave me.
Each trip I take around the sun
leaves me with less and less
Back when things
were simple and innocent,
life felt beautiful and full of bliss.
I could feel the warmth
that life gave me.
Each trip I take around the sun
leaves me with less and less
There's been the bad,
I used to crack a smile, while I cut myself
-Clinically- insane
And there's been the good,
In this world we are surrounded by limited resource. Most of which we have destroyed without remorse. 50-100 million buffalo used to roam the great plains. Until 1884 when only 325 remained.
Never become my sunlight
Which ever drain my eye
Blurred vision of my sight
Go far away from my eye
Go away way way Go away way way
Ho ho hou Wo ho hou Ho ho hou Wo ho hou
Mental necessities;
Deep breath, go outside, be social.
Disruption followed by the cries of others;
What I need.
Cuts between He and I heals differently.
He chose a band aid. I chose to let the cut breath.
Trapped in others' dreams,
life's inevitable loop.
But break the cycle,
failure teaches us to grow.
It is your own life story.
"Dearly Beloved..."Stunned, I am amazed by this purgatory endured for loving you; dwindling morals and virtues as the ticking beast in my chest grows more enamored of solely you.
My home is the field
With fear of being shown the red
The crowd fills in, watching
Whether real or inside my head
Silent, Sad, Mad,
What is wrong with me?
I am crying inside where you can not see.
Silent, but LOUD
Explain to me.
Childhood friend
Why do I go crazy
We never talked about it
I think about it daily
I left before you could
The hood never betrayed me
I was incarcerated
I thought about it daily
Love is not what it seems. It is not a delicate feeling that makes one bubbly and light inside. It is not flowers and sunshine. Birds do not chirp. Rainbows do not appear. Life is not happy and perfect. Love is the opposite.
You are truly a product of love,
Divided by the sum of your ego,
Subtracted by the quotient of your imperfection,
Multiply by the difference of your commitment.
i don’t want to know what you think,
you don’t care, you’re mind is blowing
like the wind but eventually you sink
into your heart and it’s showing,
“You’re nothing but a dirty, nasty female”
His words rang in my ear
Rang in the air
The venom in his tone flooded the classroom
I stand facing east
Alone, quiet, still.
Only one companion --
A proud cactus standing tall.
Together we watch the cold night
Become the hot day.
Dry baked rocks beneath us,
Wheres the butterflies and rainbows?
The urge to cut builds up each night
And it just doesn't feel right
I am sorry.
I’m sorry that your first joy is not the son that you prayed to God for since you were a little girl.
Once upon a time, A girl gave her heart to a boy,But outside its cage of bones, it was unstable.It had started crumbling and deteriorating,so she replaced it with a robotic heartin hopes of repairing the damage. But the damage was done,her true he
I am made of stone.
The years have eroded me into what I am,
A poet,
A daughter.
Carved by the finest of artists,
The stars around me, that push me,
Are the ones who burn. Who
Breathe the flames of tongue and language
And laugh to paint skies blue.
Their firy smiles spark
And make me run and leap.
When I look to the water
I do not see the waves
Crashing
Scattering the rocks and silt below
When I look to the water
“Real men” keep their feelings trapped inside
Like a caged bird.
A simple idea,
Yet still too complex for a young child.
A child, forced to believe
How easy it is,
To stand and look pretty
While taking a photo.
As I see the image that others see—
Joyful but Smart.
The Shoes of a Man’s Wife
Loving you was so hard to do
But leaving you would break me in two
So what am I to do
Money is given not earned,
Dumpsters serve as restaurants,
Fountains as bathtubs,
Shoes are their tires,
Makeshift shelters as home,
No family but fellow brethren,
And no dept because most already paid.
You roared at me like thunder,
and struck me like lightning.
The day you walked into my life,
my dreams were blown away
faster than leaves in the gushing wind.
You were a fearsome storm
Twinkle Twinkle Little star
Aren’t you tired
You never rest
Your weary eyes must hurt
But do they hurt from
Vibrant Oranges and reds that have gone mute
Seeming to be in a negative filter
Blues and purples coming into a mix
A swirling breezes sending chills down the spine
I am a product of a broken home
A summation of lost love
intertwined with lost trust
My parents broke my trust
My family tells me I am a perfect mix of
My mother and my father
I knew he would be bad for me.I knew his gentle touch would one day make me bleed.
Shining barely out of reach.I prayed for him to see me, waiting patiently.
Dinner at my house is a tug-of-war zone
because of your 6’2” smile,
your slightly muffled handwriting,
your candy wrapper-crinkled eyes,
Sweet treachery on a night of drought,
And no, I did not see the billow coming.
I held no thirst or thoughts about
The sounds of soft waves drumming.
Each old novel; a new lover,
Assuaging the pain of life.
Silence falls over the house, save
The rustling of yellowed pages.
I am an ocean
Restless, impatient, wildly emotional, unpredictable
I am the ocean
And you are the sky
I reflect you
Your mystery and raw beauty
When you are clear and bright,I glitter in the sun
Traversing the brim of ill determination
stuck walking in eternal night
Existing only in those rusted hallows
purely pursued out of spite
There is a piece of my heart -
Torn, flighty, and wild,
Free spirited and purposely audacious-
And it begins now to throw
First pebbles, then stones,
At my windows,
When she came to me
I tried to warn her
Despite the danger
I know I pose
I drew her in anyway
A carnivorous flower
So intriguing
So pretty to look at
You draw near it
I am terrible at reading peopleBut I want to read her
She’s the kind of book I want to read cover to coverThen start all over again
A book I would keep with meAlways learning new things from it
Sleep has become the most delicious donut
Dangling in front of the treadmill
Like the meal
I was reluctant to eat
Could've saved that dollar for yet another bill
Like rats
They just keep coming
She was born of woman as a word,
swaddled in question marks but cooed
with answers - statements of soothing reassurance
In a far and forgotten realmWhere love never goesAnd smoke instead of The clean air blowsAnd no birds there anymoreJust ash-covered crowsThat is the realmOf unkept hate That wretched soul was warnedBy the author who spoke for peace Because the ide
I'm not a rapper
I'm not a napper
But quite certainly
I'm very dapper
My favorite color is purple
I don't like purple nurples
Go get the dirties
I'll be here in my thirties
Graceful she is, winking at my every thought.
Sheltered by her shadow, she comforts me.
Her reassuring faces,
Her beam of life,
She is infinite.
Valiant she will always be,
Today I took my head off
to see a different angle
It was beautiful to watch
my entrails dangle
My art friend came over
to take a couple pics
And no one seemed to worry
about it
Looking for distractions
Hiding in my absence
Tired of my actions
Feeling my inactions
Scared of my emotions
Sinking in commotion
Looking for distractions
Tell me who are you in the dark? Are you the devil or the little spark
Tell me who are you when I'm alone? Are you the light or the huge storm
I'm scared of letting go
I'm scared to be free
What if it's not like
like what I've dreamed
Pathetic naive
that's not the least
Come on get out
get out of me
Craig is a hurricane;
A pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction.
This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has ever seen.
A barren world, dark and cold
Stained with death and mercy pleas
A place forgotten as we grow old
A million lives spent for "the land of the free"
A little boy, dearest of them all
Dog
Squares fit perfectly across a rectangle.
Lines don’t need to be colored out.
Rhythm and Repetition.
Silence and Condemnation.
When the door shuts behind me
The walls begin to crumble
The word hope as left my reach as it flies into the submessive dark
How did i get here?
In a world that is not perfect
When the door shuts behind me
The walls begin to crumble
The word hope as left my reach as it flies into the submessive dark
How did i get here?
In a world that is not perfect
Mother is unique
unlike her little sister moon
unlike her toxic sister Venus
unlike her father sun
A lonely night it is
An exceptionally long night
Where loneliness is my best friend
Crying is my comfort,
And darkness is my hiding place
As I watch them all go against me.
I wake up in the shimmery light
Of the early sun’s sigh.
The rays pour in through the open blinds
Tiny crystals dance and flutter to and fro
Another morning in darling Arizona.
Love is a complex and interesting thing
It amazes us, no matter how we swing
It can save you from trouble, free you from pain,
But sometimes, there isn't any gain.
At the end of the day, we both do our own things.
You study, I clean. You think about academics and family, I think of you and family.
Pain to be documented
for the sake of civilization.
Pain, language of the unspoken,
censored, plugged and precluded.
Pain of mothers daughters and lovers,
of sons, fathers and admirers.
The birth of a fawn,
of a new life stumbling into consciousness -
unsteady legs,
blurred mind.
This is the place from which I have never awoken.
“is it
really selfish
to leave
this world
and take
with you
your problems,
it’s like
taking the
Speaking Your TRUTH is more POWERFUL when You LIVE Your TRUTH.
Once You align the two,
You Will KNOW YOURSELF.
The Alignment of Speaking Your TRUTH & Living Your TRUTH makes the Words You Speak AUTHENTIC. Use Your INNER Wisdom & DIVINE INTUITION to GUARD Your Words, as they are GOLD!
It's MARVELOUS to see the harmony of those walking in Love, working together to care for Our SUFFERING.
The connection of those HEARTS create HOPE. These are Our Healers.
I've seen you broken,
I've seen you pissed,
I've seen you at your worst,
And I've seen you at the end of your wits.
I've watched you sleep,
I've watched you awake,
Losing a friend sucks, sometimes they leave, sometimes you just drift apart until there's only silence, the worst way to lose a friend is when they change, your left yearning for when everything was fine, when you'd joke around play games and just
The water is calm at first
Quiet against the sandy shore
Then the waves of reality grasp your ankles
The strong relentless wave of sadness pulls me in
Why do I feel so alone?
If Medusa was a modern-day woman, I imagine she would be a part of the MeToo movement.
They’re the Lords and Ladies of school,
The Gods and Goddesses if you will.
Homecoming Kings and Queens.
"Akonadi, the people’s activist."
Akonadi is an oracular goddess of justice and a guardian deity for
women. Inspired by a Ghananian goddess.
I rise up from my comfy sheets
Light peeks out from the curtains like a playful child
Almost like my little Persephone
I gather up my supplies
Like emotion and color
Time is a lie
It puts into perspective
Death and Life
Black and White
Night and Day
let me tell you the story of venus of the swamp.
how she emerged
fully formed
from the pond scum;
her hair thick with algae
I have a lot of things
I want to complain to you.
But how would I do that
when my shoulder is where you seek to
lean on when you cry?
I am confused
However, I pray God saves you and I
Feelings are weird
My tears, they make a river
Falling one at the time
Filling a pool of cries
I'm hiding, you see
No one knows the real me
No matter how many tears I cry at night
Black and white.
It’s all black or white.
Ana is the white. She tells me to starve, starve, starve, you’re not good enough, you’re too fat, thinner is winner, nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, fade to perfection.
I was patently yearning to have myself treasured in your shielded custody.
Yet, amidst your compulsive warmth I fell into this perpetual abyss that you build for me.
I could forever wait, I even pined for you, my sweetheart...
Tap tap tap on my roof you hit starting notes,
Continuing and supported by bass sounds from waves.
You come in your time and even sometimes, come in to our time;
All you care about is your downpour,
In the iris of one’s eyes,
I can see far into the soul.
And what I see brings no sighs.
Your strength and faith isn’t a knoll,
BROKEN YET STANDING!
With your words sweeter than Berri you bury
Me in the glum,
How could I stop that tender voice
that rhythmed that sound in the vains
Of my heart??
I can feel it ever slipping away,
Diluting into the abyssal dark.
I only feel all that is not okay
As everything dons a new shrouding mark.
my thoughts are a poem,but i run into trouble wheneveri try to corral them on paper becausethey like to twist away and run incircles, like wild horses,making me dizzy andnot making sense.
Winter is a season
So cold with a reason
Snow sparkles magically
The cold wind bites your cheek
Everyone goes sledding near a frozen creek
A child falls off their sled
The child laughs casually
They saw,
They gawked,
They thought it was too much,
Unruly, unnatural, undesirable
My hair.
My personality.
My identity.
What happens when you peel away the layers
Scrape away the acrylics
Is it a doll inside a doll
Inside a doll
All with the same expression
She is in the dying flowers and the burning trees
She is in the children who cry and plead
The animals who hunt and bleed
Earth in every form
Artemis, Diana
Everyone always tells me I have a way with words.Yes, my pen scribbles almost uncontrollably, when I picture you, and how I like to describe who you are, and how much an acquaintence could possibly mean to me.
I died my hair bright red the other day;
now my curls are poisonous snakes.
Twisting, turning, tangling.
We know that in nature, bright colors mean posionous.
The look of Daisy had trapped him into a never ending feelings.
A boy who felt in a beautiful girl, who was to shy to speak.
Who had loved Daisy for years and years.
With Eyes like rainbows,pools overlooking earths magnificent colors
with dancing lights in which life glows
my body falls as it looses all control spiraling into ur maze unconsciously losing myself as it goes
Don't speak
Don't look at him in the eye
Because if you do your his next victum
He likes chaos
He loves war
And no matter what you do he will continue to hurt you when he gets the chance
He came to me when I died
Took my shoulders, careful calm and slow
and lifted me up in to the air.
We floated high over trees and buildings till I couldn't see the ground.
Come, let me tell you a story,
My weary brother,
Come, and let me teach you something;
The Night is long, the road is tough,
And the stars are too distant,
simply not warm enough.
“Be wary of the sun, for it will melt your wings”
At least, that was what they said to me.
But, no one warned me of the perils ahead.
They promised a breeze and warmth on my cheek,
What is love, is it free for everyone
Or is it ethereal and abhored
What is love, is it a birthright ignored
Or is it a gift granted by the Son
One moment a dark room
Candles soothing
The next
A bright blinding bike ride
Sage burns
Clouds cover a multitude of eyes
Whispers can be heard for miles at a time
Fat rotting
The heart's a fragile instrument
but shatters if it's played.
A tiny bump will leave a dent
and make the colour fade.
Look what they made of you,
Drawn out of life, drained out of mind,
Damage is written all onto you.
Lies and deceit is what works for them,
They laugh , while you scream and shout,
He will catch up to you one day,
the king of death.
The shadow of his past life,
the king of grief.
Only he can stop this,
the king of murder.
When he lurks around the corner,
I wish you would take what you need and just leave me alone.
I push you away, but you keep on insisiting.
My smile is barely there, but it's there.
What do I want?
I don't know.
You breathe so close to me and I become foggy
You look in my eye and I cannot look away
You say that you are unsightly and I show you the truth of how wrong you are
You cry and I cry
You smile and I smile
My train is always speeding; thundering down the track at full speed.
It heads nowhere in particular.
Whenever it stops to unload a thousand passengers, a thousand more board.
Most are unwelcome.
Bumble bee fly so high,
Let the world lift you on its icey shoulders
Have them know that you don’t die
And upon remission, return to your glass hive.
Fraternal of eagle of blue.
Matching eye for an eye, quest
Blood brotherhood of the roof
Garden. Feathering, and wing
Midas was a man,
A man with a wish,
He didn’t get what he planned,
But he just couldn’t resist.
He asked for gold the first time,
Midas was a man,
A man with a wish,
He didn’t get what he planned,
But he just couldn’t resist.
He asked for gold the first time,
I sat in the midst of the unbiased reaction of the atmosphere that moment
All I could best do was soliloquise about vanity
i see you in the morning light,
with silver eyes like the hanging moon
i try to look away, but I’m drawn to you
caught in some sort of morning light spell
Sometimes I’m a sexually repressed nun who fell for someone outside the faith,
A guy carrying multiple, heavy bags of groceries for someone who won’t return the favor,
It's the premier of his life’s work
He stands on a carpet painted red, awaiting his picture
He wears a black tuxedo and a silver bow-tie
He's a stable smithyThinks his genius words are pithyAs he pounds, pounds, poundsInto the night.Swings his big word-hammerNever minding lies and grammarCuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
Long ago the Greeks had their gods and goddesses
Thought to be long forgotten to the sands of time
But they’re still very much alive.
Dethroned from Mount Olympus
There are those who see me as a Foe, yes, those who I hope to never know. They say to go back, and their reasons, did take me aback. Apparently, I am where I do not belong. Why can't we all get along? My very being infuriates them, and it feels d
A woman's mouth is weary
with fear older than the oceans
Rivers flow through our veins
Flocks of goosebumps fly
across our skin with every ripple
and yet we still find ourselves face
to face with gods
The teacher told me to study more.
My family wanted me to do well in school,
And because of the teacher, my grades began to soar.
Studying soon became a chore,
Path to the Heart
She's the wave just ere it reaches its crest
That perfect moment as it picks you up,
right before it breaks into a beautiful surf,
Reflecting the world in her eyes.
cross my heart and hope to breathe / suck the air into my lungs like a promise broken / like wind in the air singing hymns across a desolate plain / and wish for something different or better or nothing at all / because this is my story and our st
Let me tell you a secret.
The Serpent presented no temptation,
simply
a warning.
As my teeth pierced the skin of
the fabled fruit,
I learned
not of God,
but of Man.
The shallow and endless wind visits you from time to time
Giving you helpful advice that comes in rhymes.
Never fear the slice of life,
Because it will surely help you for any future strife.
Today I lie in the ashes of my own passion,
the ruins of reckless self-obsession.
I sought to outthink my mind, herself,
the prevailing ruler of all that concerns me.
Morning Snap. Filter ‘til you’re pretty.
Time to apply too many layers of foundation.
Cover and correct your humanity.
Anastasia Beverly Hills, Jeffree Star, Jacklyn Hill.
autumn bleedsbruises the treeblood spattered leavesahead winter's deadly blowyet the world smiles at the garish colorsNature uses in proving his loveseasons cyclehe charms her with spring's flowers
When the Light Fades
Natali Hutcheson
Hurry!
Green mountains turn to dark silhouettes
She wishes to travel around the world,Around she goes in graceful swirls,She closes her eyes.
my life is like like charybdis
my head is spinning, can't take this
I breathe in, everything all at once
I belche it out and feel like a dunce
if only i had someone to come
and pick out every crumb
The Isle of Tears
One thousand miles off of the coast of Paific and rear end of my imagnination.
A place bourne of gloomy skies and lonely whisper wind dread salty like drops all over.
It always seemed that the clock would find a way to reset.
If the clock eventually stopped working.
Well , a stranger always seemed to have a watch.
If there wasn’t s stranger handy ....
Am I really a monster?
I mean, I don't think I am.
So why do people always
Run?
They do not actually run.
What I mean is mirrors break,
Her home lies across Henderson port.The ships here chase the sun inlandFrom east to west and back to east,a pendulum in a grandfather clock.Each turn portends finality, butswings back to begin afresh.No dock for her eyes, just passing boats,sleepy
I have tons and tons of dream filled with happiness and joy.
If I am back to my real life everything vanishes like smoke.
Trying to complete my day with happiness and atlast the day ends without an answer.
By: Kiersten Warner
I once walked along the sand,
A beach that stretched through a magic land.
A land enchanted for the lonely heart, my heart whose love was world’s apart.
On the sand there swelled a tide,
Uss larki ko roz dekhnay mn jo maza rakha tha.
Tha Husan ka pujari wrna kya rakha tha...
Thukra diya kai baar aur waja sy b mazrat.
Zmanay sy maloom hua koi pyar paal rakha tha...
Come on don’t worry about how it all went down.
It was a place always there to be found.
You paint yourself like a bad Rodeo Clown.
No ones ever chased a bull in a full length gown.
The man whose name was not yet a flower
had heard the stories.
Every lost lover reduced to a corsage
left lonely on the dance floor,
Church
Please be seated,
into the wooden bench,
grasping the written works of human vices
in the youngest of hands.
Papers stuffed neatly into their respective folders,
Textbook clenched tightly against my side,
I turn to face the dawn.
My mother stands against the light.
Witch,
Evil, ugly, cruel.
No,
Magical, beautiful,loving,
Mom
Welcome to Moe’s!
Taco salad, nachos
It started at a young age
I can't quite put my finger on
My mother always told me it was rude to point
But every one of my flaws would soon be pointed out
Life, reality or dream sometimes I ponder; From toddler to elder hopes of fulfilling the hearts desires
Eyes on fire that fill to the brim burst forth to forge a path lining our trail which lead back to beginning,
They told me, all my young life:
Time heals all wounds --
and I assumed that they were right.
But what, I wonder,
heals the wounds
that Time inflicts?
Poverty, underprivileged, deprived, and depressed. The struggle of no warm water and your stomach tends to rumble
Walking through this springtime land
Full of dark woods and fields
Where daisies grow and lilies stand
By running brooks that laugh and reel
Butterflies take flight
Not knowing the havoc they cause.
I'm not sure if it's from fright
Or because there are no laws.
Their wings beat and beat
Along the walls of their cell.
Hidden behind posters,
Behind words,
Behind screens.
A voice, a voice
Shouting in a tunnel,
Bouncing off the walls,
Swirling, swaying, spinning in time to the blaring music
I close my eyes
When they open, I’m a little girl
Moonchild by Teresa Cruz
Summer night drives through the town I called home.
Every single street silent and dark
only the light of my friend to make me feel safe.
My friend,
The Moon.
A pair of baby socks;
Pure white like snow;
Soft and warm like a hug;
smaller than the palms
of my new parents' hands.
Free of loose strings,
holes and stains;
A blank page to write
I thought growing up was like a tree
Up up and up
It turned out more of a leaf,
A leaf that flows in a river,
I thought growing up would be simple
Success, success, and success
Many of the experiences that make us grow are uncomfortable
Many of them are surely life-changing
Some of them are relevations
My growth experience, sure, it was painful
But it made me accept the pain
It was a normal day
Well at least WAS until...
My four year old self found out Daddy was going to be sick forever
Confused
Thinking medicine is the cure
Numerous hospital visits and doctor appointments
Foggy difficult memories
Were swept under the rug
Wonderful moments
were placed neatly on
a book shelf in DVD boxes
Above all that
On the highest shelf was
Stupidest of worries
I knew what lied ahead
So I chained my feet to the ground
Refusing to travel to that place
But it was inescapable
The world ripped me away
Is growing up like graduation,
A sudden change, an exclamation?
Or is it like radioactive decay,
As childhood wastes away?
Whatever the case may be,
What it is for you,
It will not be for me,
It is time to wakeup before mom and grandma
remember not up the volume to loud on the t.v. it is only Saturday
rush to get bowl of cereal remember dont spill the milk
We’re just enigmas
The stigmas
I don’t understand it
The world, how will I manage
A new generation full of ideas reprimanded
Millennial
Tall palm trees shimmy in the soft breeze,
Standing tall like soilders,
Guarding the colossal college walls.
Daunting yet appealing waves wash over me,
As my bold reflection stares back at me,
As a kid,
you take everything for granted
not knowing what you are doing.
You know,
that when you leave your house,
your bed will still be there
along with your blankets and pillows.
A girl briefly met Death after
Hissing for twelve years and
Death was prompt and eager.
The container of her life
Turned against her.
I need to be brave
Leave the sunken mud
For the forbidden sand
Make it to New York
Be in Carnegie Hall
Walk on land
Time to put down the sweet tea to trade for folded pizza
Hold your head up beautiful
Show them who you are truly are
You’re strong,you’re tough, and special
bloom like a flower,flow like a river
show them who YOU are
That African American Queen
Simon Says
As A Small Seed I Admired Daddy
Daddy Was My Heart and Joy
As My Roots Start To Spread He Saw Something Different In Me
I want to take the skin from the the back top part of your neck
All the way past your shoulder blade
And make a comforter out of it.
When do you grow up and what’s its result?
Better question, what decides that you’re an adult?
Some people say paying taxes, getting your license, finishing school…
…drink at the bar, be in the jury, or finally move.
There was a barrier between me and my goals
And I had crossed an inevitable bridge to self doubt
It created an illusion that the weight of the world
I'm alright…
That was what you told me
You always said that I'd be alright…
But that was before you left
Things only got harder from there
Inspired by the following:
The Book Thief - personification.
The Hunger Games - Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire.
Thor:Ragnarok - Hela, the goddess of death.
Growing up
He never had people
Who would stick around
He's ashamed to say
that his own mother neglected him
Tripping over wires of
The mental lies
Society tells us to hide
Behind a disguise
He sits so close,
but the silence turns the inches into miles and
every slight noise causes an avalanche in my chest
as I wait for him to say something.
Anxious Reticence.
I have changed so much.
I have only been to the circus a couple times
But there are a couple things about it which I clearly remember
The controlled chaos
The performers and the beasts
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
-Kahlil Gibran
OPEN THE BOOK OF YOUR LIFE
GO ON,
FLIP ITS PAGES
It all began when I started to like boys.
But little did I know, those were all decoys.
They told me sweet nothings as if I was one of their toys.
Days grow longer, nights colder;
Everything seems to change. Yet, there’s still me-
I’m unchanging.
Same face, same clothes, same friends, same creation.
Days grow longer, nights colder;
Everything seems to change. Yet, there’s still me-
I’m unchanging.
Same face, same clothes, same friends, same creation.
Rushing, rushing, rushing
the current in my mind
a constant reminder of the light I cannot find.
Freezing blue water,
turns my heart cold
my pack has forgotten of the "I love you's" I once told.
Slam me down
Pick me up
Wonder why what I do is never enough
For you
Sweat drips down my spine
Tears drip down my chin
when i was younger all i desired was to be older
locked in my my mind wanting nothing but to be a soldier
clenching my heart because i was its only holder
trying to be something but trapped in my own enclosure
I am not a pink bloom
With its free-spirited nature
Nor am I the alluring red
I am a white rose
Many have made attempts
To inject me with dye
And while it took for a while
My mother always caressed my hands,
and I was always warmer than her.
It was hard for me to understand,
but warm hands are what most people prefer.
Her grip was like claws around my throat
dragging me down
making me ebb away into the distance.
She sat on my pillow every night and asked me
what she was doing there
why she had always been there.
Ice cream my favorite snack
Cookie dough chocolate chip in particular
Ben and jerry's
My favorite ice cream place
from proud bellows
to mere whispers that are all too mellow, a withered soul looks upon those with a sense of longingto escape its comatose.
At what point did I grow up?
At what age did I lose my innocence?
When did I see the true colors of the world ?
Dark, muddled and no bright hues,
All gilded, we are blinded from the truth.
Ever since I was sliced from the belly of my mother, I had always felt embarrassed.
This emotion had brought upon me a type of distress which is hard to escape not because it is impossible, but because it was deserved.
Life doesn't hand out free passes,
You push through the current,
Or swim parallel to get back to shore,
I
These words I use are truth
Even if I disagree
Because no matter what they mean to you
May hold different meaning for me
Words- to tell a story that otherwise wouldn’t be
Quite easily it is
Tic-Tac-Toe. Three in a row.
I must confess, I'm cold. Baby, I'm cold.
I'm a heartbreaker. But love fills our lungs like air and we must breathe it in.
People yearn for attention, pictures, videos,
A contagion of media,
However,
I wish to recede into mystery,
A shadow in the background.
A well-dressed silent martyr of who no one knows the sound of their voice,
I still see the scars of you when I look at me
Evident in the mirror, my thoughts, and how I feel
Your rough touch and harsh words still linger
rolling of your tounge and pressing deep into me
She's gone
I fell in love
At nine years old
And I never doubted my heart was taken
They said,
"You're going to have a little sister"
And I felt it start to leave
I screamed and saw my life change
Change.
My life is change.
It is,
Language,
Feeling like an outsider in a foreign context yet being amazed by the unique utterance.
An experience,
The Young Sapling
By: Madison Winchell
The young sapling, small and frail
Is suffocated by the roots of mature trees.
Dayana Nunez Glow up, grow up June 10, 2019
Taking it all in, born a little guppy fish,
Nibbling small bites from the world.
The devil is brighter than the love you be.
The darkness is terrified,
(For you), it’s too bright to see.
I look back to my youth
My pride, joy, confidence
Like a bullet proof suit
Now I stay in the confines of my room
1
2
3
4
Walls containing my pain
But when, when did it all change
Chop chop chop
I watch them cut her down everyday
They are vicious with sharp blades
And loud laughs
I watch as every blade gets deeper the sap pour out
Chop chop chop
They tear her down with her own blade
Waking up outside on a cotton candy cloud, So sweet and tasty the sky looked.
A green fence appeared in front of me it looked at me, it empowered me.
I remember looking in the mirror telling myself, ¨It's true, maybe you're not that pretty¨. Moving from New York to Atlanta was a huge culture shift for me.
It’s when you sit down and your ass already hurts.
The lamp shade remains crooked, but you put it off
Until tomorrow and you start falling into that place;
The place without walls, but filled with floaty feelings,
When you claim to not be a child, it's like
Saying you can breath underwater or see through walls:
Only a child thinks that.
But to say an adult cannot be a child
You were so quiet before.
A meek, fragile sort.
Your art was never seen by other eyes
You thought they’d think you were telling lies.
The kid that was the king,It was really quite the thing,He ran about without a doubt that what he was doing was great.Movies raised him and kiddies praised him making him a king,They’d scream and shout for this little sprout making him the king.Th
Stalking through darkness
A feeling of encroaching predation
He seems to have a prowess
In checking for my sedation
Blinded by his appitite
Happiness is key to life.
Sometimes I find the key then I lose it and have a hard time finding it again.
“forget your perfect offering
just ring the bells that still can ring
there is a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in”
-Leonard Cohen
The lady of the first sun,
Hesitates to let her first world down
That’s all she relies on
All her life she had dreamed of raising this world
Her people look up to her,
While she cares and provides her heat
It’s warmth from the fire,
Expanding, expanding, and expanding until I struggle to breathe
The color of my palpitating heart as it teethes,
During the shallow times I call then
I was filled with no types of experience.
My life took action with the knowledge I have received,
which back then was small and little known.
The mind is confined by self infliction
Restricted by its own conviction
Pointing towards a single goal
Racing like a lucid foal
Made in China
I’m longing for you. . .
As the robin longs for spring,
I know not what degree of warmth;
Your advent to my frozen xyst shall bring.
I’m longing for you. . .
Her mind is filled with the screams of the damned
Roaring over the cracking
Tearing
Ripping
Of the sky
The pounding beat steady
Louder
Louder
Louder
Gutteral cries
Deep down
How easy it is to fashion the blade
The one that drains ichor from the veins
One manual screwdriver
One small clump of poster putty
One small piece of paper
One razor
All to make one blade
There is a collection tray,
Decorated with a golden cover
And pretty rocks the crows brought;
As it is passed around
The false silver scream at false gold,
Both bronze,
Anger, a muscle memory,
triggered by his voice now
teasing, now taunting, now
icy creeping in my ears and
down my spine.
Like tomcats we clawed,
screeched at each other, like
The first time I grew up,
I was ten years old.
I was wearing a blood red dress
And a wide-eyed, prepubescent smile.
My mother bought me ice cream
Even when I think it'll be a rainy day,
I watch my blue skys fade away from grey.
Sunflowers dance all around,
Under the clouds I'll never be found.
I love my little flower garden,
The stars of your eyes glide over my life
Your constellations have me hypnotized
Fantasizing about your planets
I blast rocket ships into your space
Patience
What is it?
A nonexistence.
The mind was wicked, and the body was involuntary.
Play around, aggravate sound, Adam found.
Indeed, an innocent one.
Patience
What is it?
New ones, soft, thin, smell like a new magazine.
To a jail? A hell? A cage? No
To a library, gather the knowledge, read the books.
One, the book of life, we do not read.
We write. This new year, this new passage.
I’ve come to find that in a small town like mine,
The sports page tracks the passage of time.
Wrestling stats, baseball team hats,
Years go in plays and new quarterbacks.
I gaze at the world
Above
Me
Endless and open
Beyond my reach
A world I yearn for
You can’t go, you can’t fly
…I want to
Simplicity is the beginning,
It is easy,
Nothing to stress about
But one mustn't stay there for too long
Me and my little sister all alone
Mom and Dad are not home
Empty stomachs howl in the night
not a crumb of food lays in sight
sitting
thinking about who i was, i laugh
mostly ammusmed, slightly shamed.
sometimes i wish
i knew what i know now
but to learn and experience is half the game
the other half is trying to stay sane
I was once that awkward little boy
Fumbling with my shoelaces
as my crown jostled upon my head
I ruled with an iron fist on those late summer nights
as the realm of the backyard became my own
Until
The air becomes dry
and the wind stops mewling
familiar hymns that I stopped singing
So that I may talk to you
When you’re sleeping I sometimes lay my head on your chest,
You’re always so busy.
These are the times in which I indulge on the symphony that is your heartbeat,
My little crusader it pains me that this you won’t remember.
So I ask, what good is a picture, that doesn't speak?
What good is a mouth, if it is only used to devour?
Then I proceed to ask, what good is a "man" who knows not, when to hold his tongue?
We never really grow up.
We're constantly learning.
There is pain in the process,
But there is growth from the pain,
And there is excitement in the growth.
So revel in the excitement.
Heed this call forevermore
To avoid this sordid gore
That arises from this deadly sin
Apathy - it always finds a way to win
It wasn't until one day,
A Thursday to be exact,
That I opened my eyes slowly
To the shimmering beams of light.
Soaked deep beneath my skin,
I welcomed the light.
The glow emitted from within me
What are you?
I really wanna know
I have all these theories but no evidence to show
For it, it's strange really
You look like your white but there's something different
I've acted like clay.
I've shaped myself and even bent myself backwards.
I've done that for a person who doesn't think twice about me.
I've converted my dull image into a mysterious, intriguing one.
I had a red-eye from the kick and start pills I used,
coupled with a red hot bonner.
It was half past six and I had gone 6 rounds,
lubricants from my last condom drained out.
I can see the rain a comin'
fire in my eyes
I can see the rain a comin'
baby no disquise
with you.
I can see your face when I'm alseep
the words you never said rest heavy on my heart
When I sit on my roof to watch the sun riseI see the sun smile as he is painting the skiesBefore i was old, I don’t think i could seeWell not really old, just the end of seventeenI never noticed the sky, and all of its worthEven though its been th
It may seem foolish to themwhy I was crying over the dresser I had no to way to express myself-except for the dresser,where I had stored my life
It took a while. Until I could look up at the sky and instead of hiding myself out loud, start living for the sun behind the clouds. Start looking for those lemonade skies and imagine flying by.
Billionaires donating money
donating money to a burnt down cathedral
poor people donating old clothes to other in need
billionaires donating money
donating meant to a burnt down cathedral
CLICK!Snapping photos,Paper-printed memories.
Both good and bad,They are forever preservedIn the scrapbook of our minds.
He was the light in the dark
the burning flame in my heart
until she came around.
He was my best friend, my obsession
for him i had ever lasting passion
but she came around.
Walk,
Stumble, bend,
Crack, break, trip.
Swollen hearts shatter.
The whsipers grow bigger, louder.
Never silent, always wild.
A rose snaps in the wind.
The storm quiets,
Is there a right age to learn about Death?
My grandfather would argue there is not,
That we should learn about it early on to face the tragedy when it arises.
A dress form is a peculiar thing.
It sits in a storefront window,
Showcasing a dressmaker’s work.
Much like a dress form,
Slowly letting go of my childhood as a voice
leads me into the right direction.
I have no choice,
so I take a moment to look at my reflection.
I stare and analyze myself as if I'm searching for an answer.
I’m sitting in my car
Steering wheel in my sight
My car is parked
I’m waiting for my sister to come outside
It’s weird that I’m the driver
That I’m even old enough to drive
I love you, i cherish you beyond imagining never comparing you with no other
You sacrifice things to make the love grow to an undisputable dimension
I reminisce about the days I rode my sparkly-blue bike down every street and back road. Racing cars even though my legs never moved fast enough to win. The wind was always so cold against my skin, but it gave me a sense of possibility.
There is this nyerkuk
His name is Junub
He was born during poverty
His father died under Kawaja
And his mom with Jalaba
He sat all alone by himself
Next to the so mass grave
There came a point last year when I realized I've grown;
I wasn't the same person that walked through the front doors freshman year;
It was as if the narative of my life had taken a different tone;
Who knew I needed water,
Maybe the doctor.
For a flower to blossom,
Now that I’m in college I know the problem.
Water is the answer to health,
Which now I know means more than wealth.
She falls apart often
she pretends it’s alright
But she goes back to that night
it wasn’t the first, it wasn’t the last
but it was the one that shattered her mask
she ignored the things from the past
She was the apple of my eye
To bad she had to die
She was the love of my life
If only she didnt fight
She was the one who took my heart
She was the apple of my eye
To bad she had to die
She was the love of my life
If only she didnt fight
She was the one who took my heart
I’ve been missing you like crazy,
You’ve been on my mind lately,
I know it sounds cliche,
Things people always say,
In the middle of a forest
there is a rock with moss
Untouchable
Inspirational
the woods are a mass
of needles and thorns
a labyrinth of struggles
The Playground
Kierstyn Edore
Laying under the warm rays,
back pressed against the American mulch
A naive child squints into the golden light
Panic is a bathroom sink,
Grime-covered and overflowing,
Tearing the skin off my hands
With its vicious heat splashing,
Burning cold through spilled ink.
Unborn and already
A path has been chosen
By those that are not them -
To become another cog
In the inescapable machine that is society.
Eleven ounces lighter, I stepped on the gas pedal, Eleven ounces lighter I had to push a little harder. Breathe.Leaving home was too easy. The goodbyes were only temporary. But, what made it difficult was leaving her.
Eleven ounces lighter, I stepped on the gas pedal, Eleven ounces lighter, I had to push a little harder. Breathe.Leaving home was too easy. The goodbyes were only temporary. But, what made it difficult was leaving her.
Time is one thing that never rests
It can be spent, but it can never be returned
We make time
Time for friends
Time for family
Time for love
Time to grow
We grow
She promised me control
and gave me just that
for a price
my life,
my body,
my soul.
Trips to a box
to rid myself of fuel
so happily consumed
so easily expelled
Little dots are all connected,
all around the world,
How come that from all those stars,
Only some shine more and more?
I can't see the stars,
my view's polluted,
Only the brighter ones,
White imperfections on the skin,
Hard on the touch, shinny, firm.
Little white crescents, battle marks,
Bigger marble line, accident signs.
Lightning bolt that reigns my finger,
The soft touch of the yellow light
Folds my hair gently behind my ear
And I look up at the lovely moon
It’s freckled face always smiling back at me
I had gotten used to the lines by now.
I no longer felt the eagerness to ride.
The exhilaration seemed unappealing and mertilus.
I had gotten used to the lines by now.
I no longer felt the eagerness to ride.
The exhilaration seemed unappealing and mertilus.
To say you don't matter, the words
Pour from the mouth, lips frozen in a
Cold front of all things unkind.
Each syllable slides like ice,
Piercing,
While the memories unbearable are
Take a breath,
pause.
Step back,
pause.
Am I okay?
Sit at home wondering why,
my body isn't like theirs.
My voice isn't like theirs.
It's like the world is,
Now I am Free
You used to be able to destroy me
No you have no part of me
When I left your home,
It feel as if I left my dome of missery
You no longer control me
Now I am free.
They don't understand,
No matter what i tell my friends,
They don't know who i am
They criticize me and don't know me.
It hurts so badly,
Graceless, the sinking soils,
a cold thorn between Venusian thighs
Had pierced her bud so aggressively,
Despite my vociferous efforts,
To keep him away:
Above the lands, I find the tattered remains of letters
Why do they keep doing this to me?
Don't they know I'm F'ed up on several meds?
That I'm emotionally unstable?
Emanating from deep within its coils is warmth
The red hot comfort like an indoor campfire
As it hugs and envelops me until I no longer remember the suffering
What did I do to deserve this life sentence? I sit alone and cry, stuck in my thoughts trying to find a way to break free from all this pain and misery.
Am I Good Enough? My dreams are not in the clouds They are right in front of me I see them vividly All my aspirations and goalsCollege, lawyer, politicianIt seems so simple. But am I brave enough to reach out in front and grab the future Will I dr
Its taken three years for my skin to harden
Watch it turn from rice paper to steel
I used to be friendly as a sign of submission
But now I stand toe to toe with those I don’t even reach the shoulders of
The fate in the hand, the heart set aflame
Like smoke rising from a tornado of autumn leaves
The cry of lonely death sings in the crackle of heat
The fate ends here, we all turn to ash
We all turn to ash
An assassin of emotions & a murderer of spirits should not be blessed with such a melodious snicker & silvery mumble He should not have hair the shade of honey for he is not as sweet as such His smile should not sparkle as the stars do for
I want to be the muse for each part of who you are & who you will becomeI want your thoughts of me to play gently through your mind as my fingers do on each key that I brush over I need for my laugh to be the charming staccato you hear in your
In the moment that i realized I love you, my life became an endless summerRays of light pierced through the skyMy heart blossomed as the sunflowers do& the salty ocean waves crashed playfully onto the shore the way your lips crash onto mine My
It's always been a bit too familiarThe glow in your eyesThe sparkle in your smileThe way you illuminate my darkness During the nights that seem the most opaque& during the bleakest of twilightsThere has always been a certain star that ignites
Vast and deep, cavernous and abyssal, gaping and yawning,
such was the endless nature of my trepidation,
full-bodied, looming, that omniscient shadow,
solidifying, forming chains, holding fast,
Some dogs don’t have to prove their strength -
Everyone knows a Shih Tzu
can’t beat a Pit Bull - Even you
I think, has way more than a tenth
I am here
or maybe there
I don't know or
maybe I do know.
I look at you
or maybe the side of you who doesn't think twice before hurting
before suffocating with hate that loves my insecurities.
Home is a place where love lies and family resides.
Home is not a place where
buildings are constructed.
It is a place where flowers do not always
he's a liar.
fear whispers in your ear,
looks over your shoulder,
places his cold hands
around your neck.
"you can't possibly
do it," he says.
"thinkthinkthink
layered shirts, cut-
off jean
shorts,
and neon, knee-
high socks. I was
picked
on. please
include
me.
“No, your annoying.”
what?
is it my fault
It was a looming figure,
the shapeless ones you see
in the dark enshrouded by a halo;
A halo with no recognizable source.
It was a ravenous beast
For the longest time,
I let it encapsulate me.
Fear gripped me with its
frozen, harsh, ugly hands.
They were unrelenting.
I would tell you a story
of suffering
of pain
A tough mind of delight,
Raised by the fire not light,
A shinny hair of the goddess of the night,
Who dares to take hold of the blight,
The cogs of a clock for a mind,
Always churning.
A razor blade for a tongue,
And the eyes of a predator, daring you to challenge.
Rain patter-pitters on the windowsill. Shouts echo through the hall- broken glass, hours pass. I have seen the countenance of the rain, It shrouds my hill. I watch-listen for others who felt the chill, Those who have countenanced their rain- att
Blue used to be my favorite color.
Your eyes were like looking at the sky on a perfect summer day.
But skies turn to storms and you struck me harder than any lightening bolt.
When faced with dangerWe must stare it in the faceAnd scream.It is in our human nature.Now run,But when it’s a man we never can.Arrivals and departures They ask us why we always leave them
My childhood was a lime-green twist car
that raced fast across the living room.
Thirty laps to go, around an oval track ---
with a dining table,
in the middle.
My sister a cosplayed
Insecurity.
I am prisoner to Insecurity.
How do I get out? How do I set myself free?
Anxiety.
Insecurity has a friend: Anxiety.
Listen let me tell you about BOX Not a container with a flat base and sides typically square or rectangular and having a lid I wanna personify the BOX I knew as a kid See, BOX was close minded (get it box closed minded)...... NO BOX WAS closed....
I took my dark thoughts down to the seashore,
But they just stayed inside or behind me.
I don't want to be with them anymore,
So I treid to free them out to sea.
No matter how hard I try to let them go,
There is fear in the streets, tarnished in disappointment and remorse
We failed to follow life’s course, catching and releasing like a wild horse.
Fear of heights, and falling from tall skyscrapers—
Beowulf versus Grendel
A classic tale of battle, which continues in me.
My Grendel has terrorized me for years,
Sinking her claws deep into my soul
Every day I fight back – Becoming my own hero
My best moments were ten years ago.
Being able to jump in my parents bed
Feeling the warmth of their sheets.
Not thinking that one day I would have to let go.
My family was once a completed puzzle.
My best moments were ten years ago.
Being able to jump in my parents bed
Feeling the warmth of their sheets.
Not thinking that one day I would have to let go.
My family was once a completed puzzle.
Kisses Of Pain
I was first introduced to you when you were in 7th grade
Your friend had done it first
You didn't understand why she did it
My fingers hurt, but not as bad as before.
Maybe because the numbness is going away and the actual pain is revealing itself.
But sometimes pain like that is good,
if only because it means we are healing...
The scene begins
The FIRST BOY waits
Framed by shame and regret
that hang around his neck like chains
The DEVIL whispers in his ear
You foolish foolish boy
The past is a renewable resource,
A chance to add to my short repertoire.
The timeline can show lessons in mem'ries,
and old, never-been-heard-before stories.
The past is my not-so-secret garden,
Tears stain your cheeks.
You come to school every day,
In a mess of mascara.
You’re hurt,
And I know who did it.
We pass in the hallways
By time, my brotherYou had yet goneDown a dangerous gravel pathIt hadn’t been too longFor your brotherWould still be able to laugh
Confused, but guilty
By time, my brotherYou had yet goneDown a dangerous gravel pathIt hadn’t been too longFor your brotherWould still be able to laugh
Confused, but guilty
“Nomads, Tattered Pavements and Red Hot Redemption”
- Chasing scabs of hematoma finesse, devour flaming beneathA roaming fire ant stumbles upon an enticing physique
the girl that smells like period
force-fed meat
scrub the floor
nobody likes her
she sits all by herself
the girl smells so bad
her pants are wet
her body’s a garbage
I’m not really sure how to start here
So I guess I’ll start with something like
Hi
My name is Jaime
I’m not really sure how to start here
So I guess I’ll start with something like
Hi
My name is Jaime
Little Bird
A little bird,
comfortable in her nest,
content with being warm by her mama and littermates.
One day mama gets up and sings beautifully,
I always bite my tongue at the thought of standing up for what I thought was right.
I bit my tongue, thinking about confrontation.
A whole, hole drowning me in darkness
I ran and I fell and now i'm seeing a sea, rocking like i'm on a boat, see sawing because i thought i saw a raging sea and a dangerously sharp saw coming after me
I remember the first time I looked at myself, and gave myself a complement
"You - Are - Not - Annoying"
Those words I longed to hear from others, came out of my mouth as if i was being suffocated by them
My body stands on a cliff
I can't look down
my hands will slip from the railing
my breath is cold and suddenly non-existent
suddenly i jump
falling forward
“The rain is so fitting tonight. Saying all the words I fail to express.”I wrote this in the note I never gave you.I remember that night clearly. He liked me, I liked him.
Be it a single lumen or roaring bonfire, my feelings for him burn purple; Pink (love) + Blue (lust).
What goes up must come down.
It's the law of gravity.
You throw a ball up into the air and what does it do?
For thy Questions
I call to thy art whom made heaven and earth
is the earth heaven or hell
to the one who broke me
i hope you’re doing well,
even though you called me a shitty friend
and listed all the things you hate about me
There it was,
That shadowy silhouette
With its glowing yellow eyes,
And tall stature,
Always watching,
Always waiting,
Waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Fear, a concept I am most familiar with.
As intriguing as a well-known myth.
One thing I have feared most; losing friends,
For friends are meant to stay until the very end.
The stars evade my glance
I find myself caught up in a trance
Have they crossed me all too quickly?
A fool’s wish and a martyr’s greatest desire
It is there with me
every day
all night.
In the morning when my alarm blares,
and in the evening when sleep evades me.
You emobody the vessel of pure isolation
what more of an effect could you embrace me with
for your friend has seduced the one who's given me life into a life of nevermore
and now we stand face to face
Pip waded with Tuck as far as she could reach,
But she could not follow him onto the beach.
Pip stood on her tiptoes, trying to follow,
But she gasped for air, and choked as she swallowed.
Today, I learned something
Something that meant totally nothing
It made me crazy for a moment
The man im seeing might just be my worst opponent
But something about him makes me happy
I remember,
The connection we loved ever so much has now ran away,
laughs of joy we shared have now become screams of agony,
The memory of running playfully has now become a sorrow filled stroll,
I used to wear clothes based on branding and price
My innermost being was my sacrifice
In exchange for acceptance, approval, and nods
I gave up enjoyment and became a fraud
Life is like a roller coaster
You will need a safety belt to hold you in
For things will be scary
And you will have to face your fears
Around the curve there are new possibilities
And a future that awaits
it is not my fault and it is not their fault,
but still it bites and it burns like a cut full of salt
now i live in the vault,
today as the sun beats overhead,he sits one table and a dry riverbed to my leftshuffling his feet along the grimy cafeteria floors.his eyes glisten like shattered glass on pavement
I heard once, that the “only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
But my god, the way I feel in the dark says otherwise.
Our world, separated by darkness and light,
Roughly advances, more difficult to fight;
People will struggle in order to thrive,
Though many just struggle to stay alive;
The rain begins to fall outside. I can already smell the wet grass seep through the cold glass windows. I see the puddles. I hear the deep rumble. I can almost feel the rushing force of liquid around my feet. But I stay inside.
Parted Lips
a-POP-olypse
The seats of the minivan burst into flame
as rabid fragments of monster carrots
feed Death while he
I sit down and wait. I look up at the clock until the hour and minute hand says three o’clock.
I hold my breath as I watch the seconds on the clock tick.
The short hand is working but the long hand is stuck,
Like me.
Waiting for my date to show up
I hold my breath as I watch the seconds on the clock tick
The short hand is working but the long hand is stuck
Like me.
Waiting for my date to show up
From fixing doors, to building homes
dad you always know what to do.
The master of creating, the master of building.
I was born in the land of women.
Raised by wolves,
Nurtured by mother bears, fierce and strong.
A tiger, stripes a path to their past, and a future they refuse to sacrifice.
Taunting vultures circulate overhead
Without invitation.
The incessant, whipping wings
Pay no mind to
The air that I displace.
You held me tightly like we were lovers of old
I was part of you; you chose me
Days spent in the sunshine of our existence
Memories created
Here I am
The passing of time
A 70 year old man
Death keeps stopping by
As my time whines down
He comes to remind me
Your time is up
He then suggest
Stick the knife in your life to be
Fear is the snow stuck on southern back roads,
and I am deathly afraid of the cold.
Fear is the bully on school playgrounds,
and I am the kid longing to go home.
Fear is the traffic light that never
I was afraid to be heard.
Afraid to be spoken to or with.
I was supposed to be the loudest in the room, and yet
I was the quietest.
I feared fear itself,
It feasted on my brain and my thoughts
I had a smile to give you but I hesitated
I waited until you looked away and then all the sudden my smile snuck out of the back door of my mind and then there was nothing
I waited
From afar I saw it,
Flying with its gorgeous wings
Among the flowers
But when I touch it,
It flew away
The butterfly is just like you,
I haven’t told my mother yet
Not because I think she’ll be upset but
Because my brother came out a year ago
And she’ll think I’m faking it for attention
Maybe just maybe today
I hope and I hope it will be
I've been waiting for a long time
For racial equality and justice to come
Maybe the day will never come
But that chance is slim
I always loved the ocean
the waves crashing on shore,
to and fro
lapping up the sand greedily in its maw
But when I was a child,
I was scared
scared when life became viscious waves
What is fear?
What is it to me?
Fear brings to my fore
Plethora emotions~
Memories of emotions~~
The causes
And the effects.
I wanna know what it’s like
To have my head on your chest and our legs intertwined
And I wanna kiss you til I can’t breathe
I wanna kiss the air out and put love in its place
Heavy weights bearing down
Faster and faster time moves in rhythm
Quicker, swept into anxious unthinking
Breathe, in and out, in and out
They say she once smelled of burning ashwood and cinnamon.The smoky aroma enveloped her being year round,
A seed that's been planted
In a garden of weeds and harsh weather.
I have to nurture the seed and pick the weeds.
New ones will grow,
But I can watch carefully for your weeds,
And remove them gently.
you built your emotions up
in the form of the most dangerous roller coaster
with unexpected twists and turns that no one could fathom
i never knew just how bad it was
So easy to love living until exposed to the truth that im equally dying
It was then i began living as if i were dying
Trying
To force out the pleasures of life
For centuries they have oppressed my people
For centuries we have fought for freedom
We marched through Jim Crow
They tried to make us feel low
Something they failed at doing a long time ago.
Cleverness is so effective
Making it seem scam-less
Using their disguising friendliness
They are the crooked foxes
They are who society watches
They are good for nothing
Every night
The case becomes larger
As you struggle to shove everything
Into the dark nooks and crannies.
No matter how many things are added
There is always more room.
flowers
deflowered
when anxious hands tug on life not theirs
vibrant pigments say, i'm right for the plucking
plush filled pistils,
ripe with life.
snatched by roots
reminded of my frailty.
She was just a girl, but 18 years of age.
Full of love, full of life.
So much ahead, and some behind.
Decisions to make, places to see, a person to become.
They asked the girl to come to the dance.
I feel around me in the dark,
A wall, two walls, three, then four.
I’m in a box,
I cannot escape,
I’m shouting, screaming
Help me!
But no one hears,
The little green house that lies next to the woods
The little old lady that lives next door
The neighborhood children screaming at the top of their lungs
A chuckle left her lips as they claimed to know her. As knowing superficial facts seemingly can make up a person's whole identity. Though that's not why she was so amused.
Why become so cruel
You're acting like a brute
Scaring people away
"Help me," you don't say
Pride is what you take
In a land down under
Their corpses lay
Compressed under the weight
One Thousand souls
A hundred thousand more
All lost to time
But with you, no more
their bodies will be harvested
Being black in America
Not understanding the norm
This barrier to overcome
Grab the bull by the horns
Consequences will come
I hide behind this curtain and sing But on the stage that’s not me
The ringmaster lip syncs the words I want you to believe As I ghost behind the curtain where you can’t see
Ringmaster does an act to distract My show in the back
There was a rose that stood out from all the red ravishing ones.
This one bloomed too early onto the sacred ground of Mother Nature's beautiful creation,
Sometimes I feel like I could love everyone. Like, actually, love them. Sexually, emotionally, you know, feel a connection that a lover feels in lust, and in falling and in connecting in love.
someone scream
when the night falls
for me
in the West
and for you In The East
at the moment we both blink
for when we rush
through our safe doors
and plunge into stardust
I whistle a tune
unbeknownst to all
subjugating aerodynamics
take flight in the V, they quack
no? I chose the letter G
I hum a melody
that pricks the ears of Grays
shall they
treat me like Tuesday
even if it is dawn on Friday
ask me not of my spiders cushioned under skin
but of my beloved socks
not of my whys or nos
more so of my whys to yeses
I had a toothache
that resided deep in my jaw.
It stung and jolted and even
burned.
This tooth was not like the others.
It didn't want to chew food.
Freedom is not a word.
It is not an emotional state.
It is a beautiful bird that cannot be caged.
There are many that cannot be caged.
There are many that will try to take it away.
don't mention my name in your tweets, don't mention my name on your FB, cos my name rings bells in the streets, had a BM and a kid but they left me, and everyday when I wake I feel empty, crown court to the cell where they sent me, and I got to sh
Scratching
Clawing frantically
Wildly raking with my fingers,
Trying to hold on
To something you can't see
Or taste or touch
But feel
Deep within you
When you finally find home
sometimes I don't wanted fight no more it's like me trying to keep moving while the the wind is slowly pushing you back to get to that someone but i'm pushing and pushing but sometimes i'm tired of the hearybreaks I don't understand why people don
I love to dance
But it's been corrupted
And corroded
And with every twist and turn
I fall deeper into a world
Of my own.
As the sunlight touches her pale skin, little yellow flowers emerdged from her eyes.
Red roses would sprinkle themselves upon her cheeks.
Orange Poppys soak in her hair, brightening as the sun shines on her.
The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain,
The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain,
Some of the wisest people we claim to be insane,
These worldly people are evil, ice reigns in their veins,
I'm going to be honest, it's not often i find myself eager to write about love, in fact every time i try to write about love my hands cramp, just to show me how painful love can be.
ABCs
I remember when I first learned my ABCs.
A stands for apple
B stands for bird
Mother you’ve done wellWith your gardens and birds,Your beasts look well as do your skies.But what’s with those little ones?The ones that bounce their heads,Supported by not much. They do nothingBut wait.
He looked at me with his somber eyes
And gave me a handful of lies.
The truth sat in the shadows wearing an ugly disguise
we place our trustunder lock and key,and keep our secrets lockedwithin the metal doorsof our mind.not a word utteredfrom our mouthswould containa glimpse ofthat which is hidden,
Deep in the forest, where the black moths play
Lies a species of creature that may not have existed today
They call themselves, "Dreadlox" from a tale
Far too old, a sort of pixie-like creature
My oh my, what is this deadly sensation?
A sickening feeling, oh how I detest it.
Like a chemical reaction, I feel the explosion
Of a million thoughts, the mind's at the limit.
i was blind.
but you held onto my hand as a child. you held
onto the next eighteen years of your future.
i was dragged.
fear
Yeah, I’m afraid of everything
Especially myself.
I could make a fool of me
Without anybody’s help.
I do it all on my own,
[Tiny, Tiny
Why can't you stop being lazy
Move forward as the world does
Drive your wheel of life, no more crazy]
Sometimes my house is not a home but a prison
From the front yard it looks like a lovely family
But the grass isn't always greener on the other side
Like glass that shall not be touched
My feeling have been disrupted
My heart has been sunken
Like a boat in ocean
Waves move my heart but yet crash my soul
A poet's voice
Finds potency
When immerced
In communion -
A vision of himself
Mingled with another's self,
And made of truer words.
This is the voice
Which reveals the Unfamiliar
DAMN TOAST
It was one of those hurried morningseveryone going going going all at once
the family had wings on our feetthe Greek god Apollo present in spirit.
"Sorry" doesn't mean I'm sorry for you
"Sorry" means I'm sorry for myself
I'm always sorry because I make promises and I can't break promises
I promised him my heart
I promised him I would always love him
Waking up in the morning
Gazing at the room’s blank design
Look out at neighbors
Their happy behaviors
Witnessing so many mass shootings
So much hate that is polluting
So many lives we are losing
This world keeps getting confusing
You then get used to it
I've seen
Unseen lifetime events
Spoke unspoken words
Released undisputed actions in factory of untoungable stories.
I've seen them.
My body body is soulless
even my entire life is soulless
After heavily rain messmarized my life garden full of fruitful soul.
I solemnly declared as alone in my planet of earth
So dull as I've been alone
So lonely even hearing the sounds of passing by flying flies and butterflies
My heaven on earth.
To the White man's image my hair is unnatural.
To the Black girl's image my hair is unfashionable.
Blind to the bounds they put on me,
I fight to find what once was free.
The devil's comb put through our hair.
10/19/2018 11:35 p.m
10/20/2018 2:52 a.m.
Pain is not only given;
But can be passed down.
For those who are ignorant;
Blindness
When everything goes dark,
you can't seem to know who you are anymore.
When standing in front of two ways,
feels like standing in a desert.
When telling yourself everything's going to be fine
A useless flower on Valentine’s Day
Red to paint her lovers name as tainted as the love he gave
Roses have thorns but men have blades
He grabbed my wrists and cut my veins
I have such dreams
Would she be with me
A longshot for me
I'm not in her league
Me and her, I don't see
The words poured from her fingertips like wine from a bottle
The words flowed from her mouth like air through an instrument
In the face of her adversaries, she fought her wars with words as weapons
I sat alone on my floor
My eyes glazed, my heart quiet
Watching the calm accumulation of my mess
Dirty laundry and outfits unworn, piling
I was born and raised in Camden Nj
Where you walk outside and see gangbangers
But you know I cant let this regular stuff faze me
it’s regular to me because I see guns on the daily
I was born and raised in Camden Nj
Where you walk outside and see gangbangers
But you know I cant let this regular stuff faze me
it’s regular to me because I see guns on the daily
I have anxiety
Well not just any anxiety see I have OCD
I cannot seem to function when i feel things are not in order
click
My thoughts aren’t what they used to be
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise. No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
My parents tell me that as a little girlI picked up paper money and yelled “Mom look at this pretty cardboard!”
I jab at my food, make it into shapes,rearranging the roasted kernelsand carrot bits into a psychedelicmasterpiece.
“Will She Make A Good Housewife?”
Is an aptitude test,
Given to determine the quality of life
Once married for the rest
If she fails,
there is no point in wasting more time with her,
When you live with anxiety for so long it almost becomes a routine in your head.
Like a clock ticking in the background as you try go along with your day ignoring the thoughts that still exist in your head.
You ignited the whisper
In a crowed of billions
A simmer of sparks
That lit up a voice
A murmur
Protest is a complicated word,
defined as people making their voices heard.
We are encouraged to protest for what we believe,
however no one ever seems to concede.
We are told to work together to make a change,
his back pinned against
a white chipped garage
knees pressed to his hairless chest
trying to make himself small and invisible
cracked pavement weaves through the dark alley
M other blesses the day I was born, why is it
Y ou spit upon it like a curse?
L ike the day God chose to paint me brown
Imagine this,
you’re six years old, the playground ladder looks nice enough to fall off of. The bars are solid,
I'd like to light a match in your skullTo watch a spark turn your brain into a raging fireTo make you think in burning
Life is just a phase, a dark parody which doesn't seem to impress my life.
Fine doesn't clear the air, I would never breathe my breath if I see you there.
In a public school, the safest place of all, right?
wrong. Why don’t we hear about it months later, after tragedy we slowly take away the light
Why does it take until tragedy to make change?
While teaching my 12 year old sister how to play chess,
she referred to the king
as god.
I replied, “no,
the king is a king
long hair
boiled potatoes
blessed sacrament
niagara falls
bitten lip
curved mouth
curly whisps
loving cradle
fantasy cloud
rising plume
Undocumented aliens,
Racists see them as the enemies
They’re trying to make a living for themselves,
Not to mention for their families.
Getting deported by I.C.E
So hard to comprehend
Standing alone in the crowded room
Back noise conversations circling the atmosphere of a new age
I HEAR EVERYTHING....
But I have nothing to say,
The moment I open my mouth
I open the door and invite everyone in
Let me tell you about the impact excluding people from history has.
For many exclusion becomes a solution
Making things taboo
Remember the statue we were supposed to look up to
There are days when I wonder why I try at all
Most things will end up fruitless
all that hard work gone to waste
Dreams don’t often come true for those who work hard
Life becomes pointless at one point in time
"I have mixed feelings battered in a bowl.
You treat it, nothing less and nothing more.
Feeling lost, you don't tell me what's wrong...
The cold darkness of night
traps a lonely child,
it will not let him escape
unless a warm and caring hand
guides him to the exit,
The justice system isn’t so just
Liberty and Freedom for all is a must
The land of the free and home to the incarcerated
Down, down, down, down,
We see ourselves fall time and time again
All cry in unison for help, for it is all we can muster
Drowning in my thoughts,
Submurging myself under the pressure of staying alive.
Depression is the disease that would drag me back
only to suffocate me.
When have I gotten so used to the flood?
Silk falls from the sky here.
The ribbons, cut from the clouds that tied them together.
It's fibers tell a story within its craft;
The process of its production and dismemberment, is all the story we need.
My Mother, My Father,
Two halves a whole.
If I had any others, oh, how differently life would unfold
I grew with the both of you,
as you shaped my ways:
With the confidence you gave me,
“It gets better”
A phrase i heard a lot
From people who didn’t know what else to say
Or who haven’t the experience for advice.
A phrase that felt like an excuse
My slam coaches and judges tell me
That I mumble too much
Something about how I speak when I’m on stage
I have this almost drawl
for many years i chatted with the windowsills
and the trees, their heartwood
and i wanted to be like that, not some druxied girlhood.
not some half - girl, made of skeins
part - misery too ancient to name.
I rely on an unpredictable,
irreplaceable,
and sometimes seemingly non reciprocal relationship.
Yes, it seems abusive, but trust me we’re fine.
When sky speaks of nearby heaven,
and the ground of human hands,
between them rests the freshest angel.
Tomorrow he has silver dollars woven through his course, unkempt mane
A mother's love
whether throughout times of sorrow,
or times of glory, is all but shallow.
A mother's love is a thunderstorm,
rumbling through a once peaceful sleep,
A pilot thanks his plane for flying
A sailor his ship for sailing
My vessel is my school
My brain has become my tool
I'd like to thank my education
For fueling my aspiration.
Hi my name is Michelle and I’m 5 years old Even tho momma and daddy not together nomoThis still my fav Christmas I spent it at daddy’s this year
We don't talk about her
Her tough brown skin lingers in a corner
We don't talk about it
Her species can be found in cages
They don't talk about me
My culture is dehumanized
She confronts me each day.
She challenges me and forces me to overcome situations that I couldn’t fathom occurring.
She Shapes me.
She shapes me because every time she pushes me down I am motivated to get right back up.
Upon the moonlit morrow,
gasps a breath,
faintly growing weaker.
§
If only tomorrow,
could pause in rue,
of Death's endless eager.
§
Fallen at last,
the soulless spirit
Like the rose garden she caters,
Every part of me stems from her.
She has become my inspiration,
I have grounded myself in a similar foundation.
I was an adolescent imitator,
Her roots grew through overused soil and an opaque sky.
Her leaves fell off occasionally and only had a few left.
She was never looked at, or picked out, not like the colorful ones around her.
many skills
many thousand skills
entering like hotel rooms
many students stood in that room before me and will after me, as well
receiving a goldmedal, then goldmedal after goldmedal
A spiral of mollusk mantle
Swirls and
Swirls and
Swirls
Beneath the surface of the
Sloshing waves above.
the bird that sings at midnight
keeps me company as i search for a home
looking to the sky
lost in what i do not really know
I’m stuck in a box, alone and afraid.
Growing smaller and smaller with each passing day.
An item here and an item there,
All destined to be removed and out of reach.
Black Birds
As she flicked the rubber against her wrist
her eyes linger into nature’s abyss
undressing the land with her eyes
The anger of a black man
Is it controlled or does it lash out?
Is it replacing my name with bitch and hoe?
Does a black man’s anger allow him to put his hand on me until I pass out?
in the ether of the internet
i found a group of strangers, strung together by randomness and fate
we didn't know it then but we
were connected by more than our interest in media and video games
I was told a Poet is the toughest critic.And even then I manage to find people who are very close anyway.It seems the closer I get to reality I am left to discover this place on my own.
She is the clay that molded me.
A soul's travel that passed down from mother to daughter.
What is bad and what is good,
What depends and flows within the gray,
Values embedded in DNA.
Shining;
Glowing a shade of red like no other,
The star shone down through the night sky.
Dancing on the water
And my eyes,
I remember the nightmare–
No, the February afternoon–
When the garden shifted for what we dream could be the last time
It was impossible to watch such a disgusting tragedy
But our eyes were clawed open
Black and White. White and Black. Black. White. Grey.
No matter what, their racism lives on much deeper than they say.
Anger and hatred for no reason faster than a highway
Paid to play the game
(Subset of development)--
Processing control
(To function with discipline),
Crown the King
Leave him on his throne
Forgotten and left out
Crown the King
Watch him suffer
I admire your level of maturity.
Even the way you bend under pressure.
You are solidified, forged in fire.
You are the strongest sword.
Yet, you are weak.
Under the same pressure, you crack.
From cold ashes, the Phoenix rises
From discarded marble, David,
From clang of pipes, Symphony
From rot of seed, Sequoia
From acid and heat, Gold
From bone-crushing pressure, Diamond
You creeped inside my mind, in one instance and over time.
I felt you in my sleep, with each breath I couldn’t keep.
You hid inside my brain, and I wore a mussel of your shame.
She is the sun that warms the planets with her gentle rays.
The belching voice of “JOVIEEEE!!” every time we meet.
Her selflessness cares for me when I’m ill and
always puts a smile on my face.
The clouds, white as can be. Shine with her light, glowing the way her smile used to.
The pain she suffered; God himself welcoming her into his world, through the gate of Heaven.
My love isn't the cold, opaque sky that is gray,
Nor the wet grass, veiled in the sky's tears.
She's a warm, bright, summers day.
The sand surrounding the piers.
beautiful notes drifting through the halls
drifting through the walls
drifting through my mind
drifting so that I can find
as I drift towards the end of my road
Dear Jane,
I said I would write to you, so here it is.
I want to say a lot of things I can't possibly fit on a page.
Things I can’t think off of the top of my head right this second.
An endless train of hills
Rolls sighing toward the beach;
By us stook in their way
Unhindered as they march
And one by one the shore
They fall upon and smash,
Then into their own troughs
In hills beneath a leafy, living sea
I seek elusive gems to see and name.
In their own tongues, some known, some strange to me,
Their anthems sound throughout their secret home.
My heart is like a locket without a key. Will I ever find the key that’s right for me?
All of the searching and looking I do. I won’t ever find one to say, I love you.
I thought you would be my best friend for the rest of my life,
But moments in between the lines I felt the spark of your fire
It was warm to the touch and thawed my frozen hands
Always shifting
Always changing
Never in their final form
A breeze sweeps in
They take new shape
Affected by the world around
Always growing
Never waiting
“It” can be many things.
Together, “they” stitched the dreams,
And were all “him” in the fabrication of sleep.
“It” is also female.
Alone, “she” wears and tears the tapestry.
Soy una artista dibujando un espacio en blanco
No puedo retractarme de mi banco
De memoria
Haciendo historia
Escribiendo rimas me da euforia
She is strong,
But she was not born powerful,
She is kind,
But she grew in adversity.
I call her several things
Friend, teacher, caretaker,
A cloud of sadness,That covers my happiness.It does not let me see the sun's rays,It does not let me breathe,Eyes following me all the time,Songs behind my backWhich are not directed towards me
For all the raging seas,
For all the turbulent forces,
For all the doors that had no keys,
my head is constantly telling me
I am scared, I am anxiety
chest hurts, nervous, taking prescriptions
panic attacks, pain, and other mind numbing symptoms
but through and through I try to find hope
I’ve witnessed addiction yank at the roots of a family tree.I’ve listened to slurred words that stung and blared violently enough to roam as a wildfirenesting inside weak hollow trees,blazing from the inside outuntil ash is simply a remnant of its
He has a chocolate box for a heart,
and an ocean for a mind,
and a galaxy for a soul
too sweet
too deep
too complex
for most
He has a chocolate box for a heart,
and an ocean for a mind,
and a galaxy for a soul,
too sweet
too deep
too complex
for most
I hurtfully close my eyes,
And for a moment, I wasn't there.
Hearing only quiet whimpers of hushed cries.
Taken away,
By the wind that blew soft and gentle.
Whispering in my ear,
That I'd be okay.
We are the stars above in sky
Look above and there we fly
See our wings and see our eyes
Our strength our courage
See us fly
Snowflakes,
Moments are like snowflakes. Each and every one unique and individual.
Snowflakes, much like moments and memories, are so unique that you will never, ever
i want your flames.
mesmerizing and beautiful.
the smallest flicker still illuminates my mind nightly
To Ferdi Simon,
You play with pens and pencils
Then they play with each other
Muffled talks comprise the symphonies
As the lead is flowing through the paper.
Coupled with melodious poundings,
Image by Belinda Capol
I am terrified
that one day I will wake up and you
will be gone.
it will all be a dream
and she’ll be there, her hair tied up
staring at a screen
I am not perfect
Though I have tried to be
Sometimes
I still try to be
There is something about being flawless that
Mutes my inner voice as it pauses to bathe
In steamy ecstasy
That very high
Sitting in a black hole
Surrounded by own warmth
A single light
That may or may not be mine
A distraction
An object
Hundreds of objects
Various different kinds
Which should I choose
As you age, you remember me
As you live, you remember me
As your body dies, you remember me
As your mind follows, you remember me
Life can compare to that of a window sill
It’s part of a bigger picture and comes in
Various shapes, sizes, and colors.
Some are useful others just mere eye candy.
Many used to display plants and décor.
A thousand eyelids fluttering in the dim light
Millions of whispers piled deep into my head
A chair can stand with only 2 legs.
A mouth can be fed with only one hand.
Birds can chirp, but never sing a song.
We can live, but never on our own.
I close my eyes and take a step
Right, left, right, left
My hand placed gently, my hip grasped
My right leg traps with the other,
My mind goes to rest
Right left right right
Clear skies
Clouds white as paper
Air is crisp flat ironed pressed
Birds sing a melody
Grass seems greener
A breath of fresh air; breathe in
With every step I take I smile
I stare up at the height of the now lonley, very damaged, fifty-five year old wall.
Her once brightly colored bricks now faded, and weathered.
She and He made me, just a short 18 years ago.
Slapped but no pain A blue awakeningan ocean of despondency a bare guardianLost and filled with love a yelling man gone and back againBut a single tear fallsand help running through the halls lasting love The difference between life and deatha chi
It's interesting to have to even consider what my Village would be, considering I am supposed to be in a village. Yet, I find myself having to define what village I am in, because the village which was assigned to me feels foreign.
Always
Before the holidays
My music teacher
Played the piano
The song
From the music man
This New Earth
The summer harvest
Has been reaped
To feed our souls.
The last bounty gone
To the dust of leaves,
Clinging to the mother branch
When I was a kidI always had this weird obsession with band-aidsThey're as close as I could get to the stickersMy parents wouldn't buy me
Blue magic more blond then bleached, a little tarnesed slightly bent out of shape with sheep, unbarable stench meldoing cum stained sheets, wasnt me as he is so to speak, unprovoked dismanteld damenesing regaining adbominal not standing on my own
Lost in a dream of who I used to be
Shuddering to think of what they see
Adrift in the ocean drowning in shame
As waves of sorrow silence my name
My soul weathered by the guilty air
You have not known how many years I've waited for this,
For you maybe, yes you can say that. Or maybe the feeling you light up inside of me.
"Try it again, just slower this time."
His patience never ceases to astound me.
I squeak through high notes,
I push through low notes.
He's still here.
Voices in my head scream that he is only a mirage,
You went and fought overseas
You came home and did the same
It was me you taught
It was you that hid the pain
Beyond the bounds of space-time
Below the dark blue seas
I'm small.
Too small to make an impact, almost unseen.
The sun beats me with her relentless beams of heat.
The ground beneath me boiling
I do my best,
work hard against the worlds fever.
I’ve only got one
Most have two,
Or sometimes even three
I used to have two
Until one left
I was hurt when the split came
Motif of War:
I got drafted.
My number was called with the pull of a trigger.
My number:
09/29/2017
What do we believe is in the sea?
How can you believe there’s nothing more to see?
A blue so deep no light seeps through
I wish I could see that part too.
Jihadi (Islam): One who fights against the evils in himself to purify his soul.
Jihadi (Media outlets): One who kills innocents in the name of religion and God.
On a cold, dreary night
That frightened the dead
I found you, black rose
In a garden of red
You were never perfect
With many a thorn
I feel like I’m drowning,
Suffocating under waves that never relent.
When I finally get my head above the water its only for a few moments
before another waves comes
and once again I'm dragged down under.
I have locked myself in a burning house and refused to let you in
I lit the match of temptation and let the sin engulf your beautiful place for me
The shame fills my lungs and I cry because I know death is near
Past:
A girl.
Afraid.
Terrified of her own self,
Because it had become the unknown.
In empty space, we’re forced to roam
The vessel’s engine a high pitched shrill
In search of that which resembles home
As complex as the human genome
My most feared tormentor, that hushed sentry
Guarded in its webbed domain, transfixed by its prey,
Whether it be me or a sly housefly grappling against its threaded prison.
I am born on March 17, making me a Pices
But I don’t like pet fish
I’m 5 foot 2, making me the tallest girl in my family
When my whole life gets turned upside down
you are the one that i turn to
the one that i think i can handle
You have been in and out of my life for awhile
I remember the smell of nicotine and tobacco,
of yellowed tar-filled teeth, that
always wafted from your face,
whenever you came to visit me
Her long flattery tongue,
nuisating beauty
oozing out like the village spring,
Her complexion brilliant,
as the full moon
alight and winning even at noon.
Hello, old friend, it seems like your back again
I thought i got rid of you I guess i was wrong
You were gone for a year and a half
Then one day you jumped right on my back
I haven't thought of you in a while
Oceans boats sailed into coastal of the mist. All soul disappeared just for seconds. I think of the pride of the goodies, you snicker(ing) the hunger like commercials. All calls no dials she in control of the pain like joy(riding).
The air is so thick that it sticks to my lungs
But I keep walking anyway because I want to get home
Sweat is dripping down my scalp into my eyes
I wipe it away with the heel of my hand
what is a freak?
one who lives to the strangest peaks
the ones who we secretly seek
those whom show their scars
those we admire from afar
they are the truest stars
i was missing something.
Something. promised Something. true
Something. that was lost
i was missing something.
Something. sacred Scarcely seen.
Something. that tears away stone and was acres away from me.
I am from an Afrobeat/blues//folk/soulfunk/reggaeton mixtape that spins into the wee hours of the morning
I am from a Nigerian town where the small village meets the big city
Hey My “Best Friend,”
I just wanted to check up in you, because I haven’t done so in a while…
Underwater.
The waves pulled me in,
that's all I could remember.
Not the joys that came before the typhoon swept me off my feet,
and somehow at the same time,
brought my world down as well.
I took a poetry class
for the first time
when I was 21
in my last year of college.
And it felt
like the first time I swam
when I was seven
on the last day of swim class.
Jeffrey B. Johnkins
7/11/2018
The Teacher Named Poem
Mr poem is speech and song.
It was the words.
It was the words that got her through the nights when she felt alone.
The pen being her mind, and the paper being the field in which her imagination could roam.
It was the words.
Smile. Even though you're tired.
Cry. Because you're happy.
Wince. If you're not the one hurt.
Scowl. But it could be a joke.
Sometimes time just disappears. Sometimes it decides to move a little faster.
Golden brown leaves rustled across the ground
Leaves rose and fell with the wind
The sun was yellowish gold,
The hot bright sun peeked through tree tops
Rays of light casted
shapes of all kind on the ground
Poems are looking glasses in our world
A way to express what we never say.
The unexpressed on paper come unfurled,
Secrets then hidden, now seen fly away.
A view not of nature but of the heart,
When I was young
Poetry was fun!
Rhyming was a game;
Dr. Seuss is to blame.
Creativity brought new words along
and expression grew by song.
But although it was my favorite literary style,
i feel like all i am is smudged eyeliner and 99/100’s
steamed mirrors and the smell of stale,
unwashed laundry are the things people associate with me
Brick by brick,
And stone by stone
A tower grows -
I built alone.
It took me days,
Or months, or years -
Coming from another poem
Onto this page
My mind has been opened
Praying for my heart to comprehend but then,
As I awoke and sat up in a room with only bare white walls, I thought I was all alone
Until I turned to scan the space and Poetry was standing in the corner
Watching, waiting.
My English class taught me well.The walls begin to close in,But "Oh," the teacher says,"It doesn't have to be that way.Think beyond the literal."She's right.
Individualized with status and personality,
People are nonetheless the same.
Religious beliefs, race, and anatomy—
All flow in a similar vein.
Poetry?
Teach ME?
What are you anyway?
Something to be shelved
In a toddler’s sticky nursery
In a dusty nook of some academic room
In the mouths and minds of the passionate
tonight i put down the razor
and picked up a ballpoint pen
i learned to etch my pain onto paper
instead of engraving the words into my skin
i will write in letters of black ink
Knowledge is the way out,
Going day by day wondering how you will escape
Patiently waiting on that one date
Where everything is just the way that you want it to be
But the lack on knowledge is a factor
A quiet scene, a hushed voice
Abandoned rooms and broken toys
A silence more deafening than the noise
Of the bomb dropped or a gun shot
A life that died and has been left to rot
Her silver threads now browned through flowers.
6 feet under and I'm still here, aged but not silvered.
Poetry is a lighthouse
lighting the way to purpose,
guiding sailors to meaning,
shining a beacon of thought.
Poetry is a birdhouse in a forest,
like a capsule filled with twigs from the floor
See life was great before your presence, I’d sit up all night enjoying the cool winter breeze,
consuming every positive vibration the earth had to offer.
I’d kick my feet up
Let me tell you a story
about a person that is old.
His age has gone up high
but in his mind, it's low.
Born as the only son
in a family of four.
There's only one person
I’ve been writing this poem for a month,
I don’t know how to tell you what
This has done for me without also sounding
Out of breath,
But last week,
I wrote 3 poems and not one of them
As my fingers play a waltz with paper and pencil
Mind and thought collide into a form of unplayed rhythm
In a cantabile like form of expression
Of simple thoughts
This, this is poetry, the abstract sitting beside me, like a long lost friend exchanging thoughtful memories while Discarded thoughts of tomorrow sit like old men, forgetting themselves over the horizon remaining just beyond the water's edge remin
Picture me as a twisted string
Coiled and troubled by many contradictions this world brings
Suffered with defeat by my disability
I am hidden in the lines of my poems
Read them deeply, frequently, and you will learn more about me than you ever will want to
I always seem to findmyself here. These cement blocks,jutting out of the dirt likemoss-covered stepping stones.They lead the way and beckon me witha brittle finger. But you are nothere.
I am a dandelion on a warm summer’s day.>Children call me a flower and make wishes as they play,but as they grow, I’m no longer friend.Im a weed, I’m a nuisance, I’m a means to an end. Gardeners tell them I’m bad for their lawn,their neighbors
Free to be?
Who?
Me?
I hide under this umbrella, ignoring the rain.
We all have one.
We've all done it.
Only my pen acknowledges the cold and gusting wind.
It does not judge,
When the music ends and the voices fade
When all lights burn out in your faith charade
There's a truth that wakes your soul to life
And a passion in your heart ignites.
They'll never truly know my pain
The washerwoman turns to me and asks,“Did you hear about Damalis?”Our hands dip into the cool river waters,Cold linen draped along our slipping skin.
Hazel eyes staring back through the thin glass of her reflection as she glances at her features; knotty brown hair curling at the ends, creating false little smiles framing her cheeks, listless eyes finding every imperfection and criticizing every
You are a galaxy.
A collection of beautiful fragments that shine.
You are a galaxy.
The planets that orbit your mind are home to brilliance.
Poetry is the essence of ones mind,
it is the whispers of the soul.
Poems speaks words so loud,
you can feel the raw emotion.
The words awaken my spirit
that affects my mind, my body and my soul.
A fish radiating off the moon
Like the summer's light.
Blazing hot as day on the coldest night.
Blended in with the ocean blue.
Picture perfect, what a view.
Only one of its kind yet was considered stupid.
I’ve fallen
Into a cage too beautiful to leave
The very object that withholds from who till recently was free
Is the reason I wish to succeed
I’ve fallen
Into a remarkably unchallenging reality
Ever falling darkness
Turns white snow to black.
The shade of onyx
Which lights lack.
Pull me ever deeper
Into the sweet abyss.
Your suffocating embrace
I welcome with bliss.
After a long timeI met with herShe is my best friendShe is so beautiful
She looks like beautiful Her mind is very beautiful
When I look at her face, thenI find peace and tranquility
You try too hard
To be creative
And you want to break out of
The infamous writer's block,
But the only thing you're breaking
Is the lead of your pencil
And the bones of your fingers
The love that you get from your parents.
That's all a lie.
The dreams that you're fed from them.
That's all a lie.
They always say that your parents are the only ones that can give you a special love.
Red is love.
It is the blazing sky from the setting sun.
Red is the coldest color.
Poetry is an art
with which I can turn pain into beauty
and messes into wonders
Poetry is my comfort
A safe place where I can vent
and never feel judged or misunderstood
Poetry is my heart
Its the lantern that lights the way
Its the ocean that parts when I walk
Its the hands that sweep me off my feet
Why can I never find words on my tongue?
They lay curled up in my palms instead,
leaking into the ink of pens or
clutched in fists like painkillers or sleeping pills.
The voice in my head constructed
it's a funny feeling havinga place where you don't hidewhere wordsthey droplike waterfalls;where rules do not abide
How can I describe my stay?I thought am here to stay,I thought I got no house rent to pay,Despite been in the wilderness,I feel on top of the world sometimes. How can I describe my stay in the wilderness?Even when mast Gen goes off,And no network
The Cop I want at Pride
Sees the law as a growers guide
To a garden of a community
Written by amateurs
Who only slightly know what they’re doing
I write poetry
So the tick tick tick
Tock will stop being
Stuck in my brain
Around and around
I go
Statue
Pure and white
Immortal in her fright
Carved by a man
Defiled by one too
The horror of a woman
Is multiplied when considering
His manipulation
I look into your eyes and cannot begin to explain the deep passion
that burns in my heart for you.
I devote my every waking moment to you, for I live to
There's a break--a bright day near
Remain open, don't shut your eyes
It seems far; the light tries to run
One day we'll catch
This journey is far from over\
Life is not easy.
How long does it take for us to realize this?
It took me...a long time.
In life, we all fall at some point.
Some of us get ourselves up.
Between the lines I see light
But any type of light it's the kind of light
That you would want to touch
That you can imagine what it would be like to be in that area
The Silence is grueling.
I want to speak,
But no words reach my lips.
And when they do, I wonder,
Can you hear me?
I see the world
Thinking like machines.
I want to tell them to stop
Headphones soon became my ONLY friend, the ONLY thing I could depend on that would NOT betray me.
It's been a long time since I've written anything, but I have the biggest crush so... there's that.
I'm sending you a
Party invitation
I hope you'll respond
Bloodshot eyes
Clear despite the rain
Breaths as silent as they are translucent
Dark circles
The Lord said, "Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Words climb against my larynx
and punch at my mouth,
but I screw my lips shut
and force myself to swallow this alphabet
lump in my throat.
Thousands of letters and punctuation marks
I first witnessed changes from my body that would make history
but as my life moved on so quickly i became a legend of mystery
the strange phenomon in me went in circles several times around
Breakbeat poets speak in broken English,
behind a facade of wholeness
The Breakbeat Poet
delivers the news of the death of black babies,
Tulips,
The color of sweetened cream.
Delicate, like the whisper,
Lulling you into dreams.
Burning crimson,
Cutting through chilled air,
Precise on a frozen branch,
You accept the love you think you deserve.
And you do not deserve that-
Not that.
I understand.
Only a deeply damaged soul
Where do I begin?
How do you tell a tale so weathered yet so fresh?
So foreign yet familiar.
Your palm that once warmed my thin fingers
I wake up to the scene of this reoccurring dream where I turn on the news and a person shoots another for some booze, weed or new shoes.
Like I drug I was addicted
I couldn't see that you were vindictive
Using me to get back at her
Shattering my fragile heart like a mirror
Freezing over from the coldness of your heart
Soft fires overtake the trees when they walk. They scorch the lands and burn the animals that stumble in front of them. Their cruel hands abused by the very power that leaks from them.
I have become very formeler with a rope.
A thick rope that some how, one way or anther has formed knot.
It wraps aroud this indescribable shapless place inside of me, not my heart but almost.
A snowfalke drifts down
And falls upon my nose
Only here for a moment
And then it goes
What a life!
Drifting about in the breeze
No worries
Why, a life with such ease!
Though so hush, communication through a green light is so sweet
so soothing. Its switch from green to red so swift and powerful
We cry for its return. Telling the ones who wait on its
A poem isn't just some artistic words on a white line.
A poem isn't just an approach.
A poem is healing and warm.
It's a pat on the back.
It's creativity.
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
I yank the cord and the growling begins
A puff of smoke and the metal starts to spin
The green soldiers start to charge it
And are cut, chewed, and spit out of it
Remember that monster under my bed,
Claws like a lion and six eyes on its head.
That old monster creeping beneath me
Always making me shout for my dad to go see.
That monster who never did one bad thing to me,
Paint the web
With silly string colors
And make your words dance all over them.
In this high strung, imaginary world
We spin ourselves into the frenzy;
Get all tangled up together.
I tiptoed on the patio to keep my feet warm
I unfolded my book and began to read
Just as I spotted a red leaf in the tree
It's a metaphor, you see
That one little leaf
I tucked my knees into my chest
A soldier out of time
a man who commits no crimes
take away everything he stands for
you'll wish you hadn't
because by then you're done for
The shield
the uniform
I, in the current state, is not a stateThat nobody wants.My past state, is alsoA state nobody wants.I, in the past,Was like a jesterIn the king’s court.Some memories die,While some don’t.
His feelings were suppressed
He had no love in his chest
Anger was his best friend
And he vowed to protect him till the end
Crying is for sissies
And little missies
Stand up tall when you so speak
The mind is a battlefield
A realm of chaos
Thoughts fighting for dominance
To be discovered and elaborated upon
Fragments
Personally, combining thesaurus with meter with soul
Offers satisfaction of expression and communication and release—
Emptying an ever-filling well-spring by waxing eloquent—
The words written across the page
Regardless of their age
They come with a hidden meaning
One to help us understand the reasoning
Behind every occurrence and occasion
I’m living life in a river bed --
The path was drawn before I was born.
The world is so loud and full of life,
But silence cannot be hidden here.
I’m living life in a river bed --
Poetry has taught me that the more I put on my page,
The less chaos I have in my brain,
There’s a class of 900-some-odd kindergarteners-who each ate a sheet
How many more need to die?
I wonder why.
I wonder how many families cry
because
The till is filled, but even still
One bullet, two kills.
Locked-up in my own subconscious
Second guessing every thought,
Every step is expected to be a mistake.
Worried about the opinions of others
I destroy any chances of being an individual.
Jewels lie upon me everywhere,
uneasy life has deteriorated I seek answers
mind in delirium for what jewels i may discover somewhere
the days,months, years to come i only seek prancer to carry me a way to wanderlust.
We live in a world
where violence is the answer.
That's how states and empires were built.
amd also how they fell.
Although it is often looked down upon,
it is always resulted to,
when they say to the moon and back
i've always thought of it as a straight line
but do you remember that when Apollo 8 did go to the moon and back
Tonight I fall asleep
and enter a state of peace.
As I sleep tonight; you
surround me with love and peace.
My dreams are very claming and vivid.
I love your eyes, face, and smile.
flowers need more than water to grow
maybe that’s why I run away at the sight of them blooming
I can’t even remember to water them once a day
how can I sustain them for years?
Grab the pack of razor blades
Licking neapolitan
Watch it swirl down the drain
Laugh as it sticks to your lips
Every pill in the house
I gave my shoulders to lean backfor people who feel sad.I give a smile when there is no warmth in this world.
Learning to love yourself is a journey-- mind sways from happiness-- to laying on a gurney-- needing an attorney to defend against the prosecutions of life-- devil sending destruction with little strife-- cuz every milestone you make-- another set
Am I thy most steadfast mirror image?
Thou art more real and true to the touch.
From thy personality I pillage;
On thy existence, I rely too much.
Ink on the Skin,
White like Paper.
I am my writing,
The corners taper.
My poems I read,
Then soon become.
Sharing the thoughts,
I'm trying to overcome.
These words I write,
Share a story.
I love you!
And I don’t know how to tell you that I love you
Is the problem that we’re having here
The thing is you don’t even realize
How much I love you
And you won’t unless I make you realize
I would say I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place,
But sometimes, it’s more like I’m stuck between a rock and the ground.
I’m pinned in place, and I can’t move.
I don't want to be awake right now because all I see is him. I can't close me eyes because his face is etched into the back off my eyelids. I can't think because all of my thoughts are of him.
The strings sing as the bow slides against them,
Most don’t believe in the magical words,
the music is What they don’t understand
It’s your only escape to runaway from the world,
The golden snow fell lazily, you were slumped, absorbed in the blue and grey of the desk even though the blinds let the sun creep in, and exposed your pristine marble features. I could have reached out a hand, could have slipped beneath your concl
The piercing of the gunshot and the race between my heart and mind is on
And just like the pounding of running feet on the pavement, my heart is racing
But it is the only thing I can hear
Scarlet feathers soar through the clouds,
by the mating of lead and flesh.
Leading the future to arise,
To walk upon their paths in pride.
Tis' their destiny to commit,
the march that others feared and quit.
My pain is unforgivable,
He haunts my most loving and purest memories.
He sneaks up on me when I least expect him to.
I am a civil war
Brain fighting body
Hands shaking heart palpitations
My brain laughs
"Signs of defeat"
It says.
The forest is calling,
And I know I must answer.
Its power, strength, and fortitude
Is what feeds me, soothes my craving.
I'm getting weak at the knees,
Bending before its will.
It devours me,
I know...
That this is something we don't like to hear.
But the way we survived has made only one thing clear.
We hate to be betrayed...
But we never own up to the truth.
To see the world as a series of comparisons
Grass like a bent straw
Sky, the color of the walls of my room
To see the walls and see only the candy coating
Of childhood Easter
Hunting for candy with my sister
Please fill my lungs up with sealing wax
Archaic artifice is familiar; let this be how I die
I could not live with myself
In these twisted refractions
I could not go on
I touch the sky,
higher than the clouds,
When my eye, hand and mind
play together,
when my energy gives life
to a shiny planet
which rolls, unleashed,
across a green silk sky
You are my moon,
Full of song and sound.
You whisper sweet and soft,
When I'm crumbled on the ground.
You are my moon,
You light the way for me.
With your bright face,
I planted my legacy inside of you.
A tiny pebble of a seed,
brittle and bitter from a lifetime of storms.
I buried it deep in your soul.
It takes two. co-exsist. is for animals. Law .. We are humans we already co exsist. We need to learn how to be the word we speak. Meaning become one . but takes two to make one then why we except that it takes one now for one. If two made one..
What do I call it? A hobby, a passion?
I don't love it yet it rules my fashion.
I cannot endorse it, but it guides my life.
It clouds my judgment, in my mind it is strife.
They gave me a nametag and a uniform
I count coins and wonder "who will be hungry today?"
Sausage-like fingers grip thick wads of bills and sticky cards
I tap on the screen and say "seventeen dollars"
the best part of the norovirus
is that while it robs you of your breath,
leaves you sweat-shaking with hot chills in bed
it also steals your appetite
finally,
to be empty by no willpower of my own
Your pale skin glistens in the light --- almost white from the glare of the beaming down sun.
The curve in your spine, barely there yet the first thing I notice,
carries the centuries of neglect he has bestowed upon you.
My grandmother used to have a man , I don't know him too well, all I know is that he got deported a long time ago,my grandfather....but she found a new husband tho She meet him around the block in Queens, beside a poor kid in the projects,the gr
I miss him, him, her, them.
I have lost myself mentally,
Giving to everyone.
It's easier than facing my mistakes.
Giving to others is more rewarding than,
Giving to myself.
my legs feel frail again
(oh am i wilting?)
i don’t know if i’ve skipped to the end
or rewound to the beginning
unsteady i betray myself
almost done, can’t sway
not this time
this time
No time for intimate introductions,
I simply have no name.
I am a busted lip,
a bruised back bone,
a scraped knee.
I'm not the norm,
I'll never conform,
My life's a hail storm,
And I'm socially deformed.
Unrefined,
Unreformed,
I'm not the norm,
And I'll never conform.
Do you truly understand what it means to be locked away?
You see all my life, I have been stuck without even realizing it
Push
the cheese through the
grater rather
than
shredding it back
and forth
like you always do.
Just jam it through
the grater
My therapist once asked me what I thought when I heard the word “beautiful”
I cringed and sank back into my seat and uttered one simple word - disgust
Burning You
Sometimes, I want to just light you up,
Burn you in your sleep.
Burn you while you’re awake.
It would be easy.
I'd warm my heart with your flames.
My AC is broke
I ain’t got no hope
‘Cus when it’s broke
I get soaked
And my sweat’s just gross
It’s all sticky and icky
The yells echoing from the very thin walls of our house. The scream of a frightened child as she watched her father kick what seems like the only thing she had left from her mom. The mom who she hasn’t seen in months.
The sky doors opened for her wings,
but flying wasn't a learned thing.
The birds moved to watch her bring
hope, love, faith, and joy,
Lust is a strength unlike any other Causing grief and agony in its wakeIt trembles across your fingertipsAs you type a message
They see me from the exterior
Talking about all my flaws and paranoia
While decay takes over the interior
Ripping me shreds to shreds.
My mind fades
Until nothingness became a reality.
My sight faded.
I'm 17 years old with CPThere's nobody else that can be meTo fight all I have to do is believeI've had my soul under lock and key
They say some things never change
I follow that comment it’s like my mantra
Legs aren’t the same length
But day by day I get smarter
“The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.” -Cherry Wine, Hozier
The wine-red honey
courses through her elastic veins
as it had for years and years,
You don’t understand
that when I say
“It was hard for me
to get out of bed today,”
it was because
I had to peel myself
There are times where I would love to start over.
Times I want to forget my name and times I wish
I could just say forget all this and disappear.
Well, my crazy heart may be the death of me later on. Like it had been for my mom. We both have gambling hearts that throw the die at every shot at the jackpot called happiness.
i am not looking for short termi am looking to be a perennialwhere we bloom onceand then again and againi am looking for forever gr
Flashback and I’m off to the races driving so fast laying on the pavement
The road so clear falling from graces and I die waiting on your greatness
All who attempt to
Behold the wondrous works
Of the ancient wielders of pathos
Are to wait until eternal rest comes upon them
I'm paralyzed.Stuck in these feelingsstuck in my head.It's too late for treatment,I'm already dead.I'v
She's not a snowflake
Like the rest of us.
She is the cloud.
And she is disappearing
As the rest of us fly
Down to safety.
A boy began to learn how to mime at age two
His parents bought him a striped shirt
Told him to go make money on the corner of 1st avenue and 65th street
In front of the drug store
In the world of a cultural salad,
I am not American nor Guatemalan
I do not engage in my family's culture
I do not speak perfect Spanish yet I learned it first
I do not resemble that of my family
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The fog rushed past my open window
revealing an endless sky showcasing its infinite beauty,
with delicate cotton clouds floating apart
for the silent peach sun.
I don't remember when you showed up in my life.
You're the companion I never wished for,
A thick silence that sucks away the flame of my soul.
A vacuum of grey is left in its place, not bad, not good.
I vigorously wash the dirty pan with all my talent and ambition. I see my pan still disgusting after hours of scrubbing and giving my best.
to you, who loved me without love:
it has been so long.
three years ago
You were everything.
had not
touched me yet
Just as I begin my day, I notice a flower.
Around the local cafe, Its beauty seems to overpower.
Something about it, I just can't turn away.
Months go by, and I learn it's soon to go away.
I still remember what you did,
The continuous pain of loving you.
You never understood me, you open lid.
The lid of a jar to satisfy loneliness I felt too.
But I still hung on for ages
Dear Past Self,
Thank you for showing me how hate is a double edged sword,
Threading each of my veins every time I take a breath,
So that I now may feel love,
I am a boat
Guided by the great light
My beloved captain I tote
Sailing into stormy night
My sails fill with wind
My hull lurches fowards
I felt the bend
Before the break in my boards
Dear Memories,
Remember when we use to write?
We created a blog under a pseudonym and would hash out story after story,
Tragically romantic,
Dear My Beloved Copy,
I cannot recall the day that you came into my life that well anymore
(I guess I am a bad mother)
But I can remember is the complete euphoria of cracking your spine for the first time
Dear Grey,
The stormy clouds,
The people you enshroud
To the color of a dull and blunt blade
You are the dusk,
The color of dust
You are the rocks on the bottom of a rough river,
Dear Brother and Sister,
I remain an explorer, full of optimism
Left to walk among the deserted lands and feral nights
Dear Mom,
You always said to fight for what you believe in
Fight like the Sun fights the Moon
Though the Moon may shed dim light upon the night-enveloped Earth
We are all going nowhere from nowhere
Snow outlined the branches of the trees that shattered the sky
Fragmented clouds
January come and gone
Dear Abusers,
a being filled with aspirations, innocence, the will to live.
I wiped the dirt off,
used a bandage,
tried to minimize the damage,
but this wasn't a scrape, more like a scar,
Dear child, here's to us,
Do you see it?
Feel it?
Hear it?
Smell it?
Sense it?
Take a moment.
They were only friends,
that's what they would profess.
Experiences together changed for the better,
considering an attempt that had the strength of a feather.
There was a spark between them that was like magic,
Dear Past Self,
I know you don't believe them when they say,
Don't you worry now, it won't always be so grey.
Yet here you are, so stressed you can hardly think.
I shall have a love that cannot be found
Like a single rose roasting in the sun
Never had I thought that I would be bound
By the things that made me feel emotion
Love is a ball of twine
wrapped tightly around the hearts of lovers,
binding them in a mutual dance of passion.
Dear Mr. Toscano,
What be better joy
Than to form a gaming club
To make a school hub
Collin Brown
You see these stuttering texts
Sent from a heart to a desktop
And question the ideals you read before
About a solitary departure.
Dear Anxiety,
Thanks to you, my friends, Will to Live and Love, have left my
Heart.
I try to reason with you, trying to get you to
Stop.
I, a deer in blinding headlights.
Whirring wheels screech against the asphalt.
Demanding movement but provoking frozen fear.
Dear my almost lover,
One day when I hear your name it won't ache.
One day when I might hear your laugh I won't go running.
One day when I might see you I won't go chasing after you.
last summer, the slant of sun scorching the sky
an orthodox jewish man
i can’t say his name
stabs six people at jerusalem pride parade
I roam through the most chaotic plains of the savanna I call high school
But these Pridelands are nothing like the one we all grew up on
For there is nothing cute or cuddly about this Circle of Life
she came into my life
the most electric lightning bolt
nothing delicate like
a squash blossom or
an english daisy
do you feel that
Little girl,
With your feet on
The ground and eyes pointed toward the sky,
Never forget these moments.
Dear Mr. Berkovitch,
Hello. Good day. Is my grammar alright thus far?
My writing has all the correct punctuations?
With all the correct tenses and verbs?
Dear Adventurer,
As you reach the Forests,
The greatest challenges await
Tests of your true self
And desire to adhere to the path.
The trees' darkness emanates with pressure
Dear Solid Organism,
Your soul is showered with pain.
It’s garden and store with ancient words that are ruthless and demeaning.
Step in the circle, swallowed by the cage.
My stance; legs staggered, knees bent, swinging arms;
as I twist in an elegant, calm rage.
Swiftly spin, swirl, and surrend the disc charm.
I used to be so loud.
My emotions have always spoken volumes,
But now, I am silenced.
My words were tranquilized,
Put to sleep.
My emotions are now dormant,
Quiet as a mouse.
Why can't you just be happy?
My brain is hardwired for sadness
You look tired. Are you sleeping?
Sometimes. It's hard to fall asleep
Why is it so hard to fall asleep?
To the past young lost me:
I’m sorry you’re suffering
Alone, sad, confused
Sharp reality cutting from the “friends” that sneered and oppressed you
Red spilling from being torn by it
Dear My Star ,
I am blind and cannot see
For who I am
I cannot see
When I close shutter
The horizon expand
Five baby birds, alone in a nest.
Friends due to birth and location.
Five baby birds, hormones and hatred manifest,
With any contact leaning towards altercation.
Dear rose,
A hero that carries us all—
Willing to caress us with a tender heart.
Your sweet embrace is what holds lost pieces together.
The Valley of the Rose.
Dear old friend,
In despair and gloom your golden figure emerges into light,
Illuminating the darkness with its glowing presence.
Like the sun bleeding through the clouds on a dark day,
Dear Insecurities,
I am not and will never be perfect,Stop trying to make me into one.
I do not need to cake on makeup to feel beautiful,I was born naturally precious.
Dear Alexander Hamilton,
How does it feel to be viewd as a Hero that changed the World?
How do you feel about being the "bastard, orphan, son of a whore" that has changed people's lives because of what you've done
To my ex-best friend
That tells everyone she doesn’t know what she did wrong;
You built your confidence by standing on top of me,
Knowing that I wasn’t strong --
Looking at the ocean & it's full with tears
The wind is blowing & my feelings are near
The birds are flying leaving me next to you
To the monster in the room,
Everywhere I go,
I see you, I here you, I feel you.
I walk into school,
Dear, you( I mean me),
Do you know the synonyms for consistency,
Do you feel the warmth of tradition or smell home coupled with the thought of peace,
I still remember, Nora, the first time you stood
In front of me, trying to figure out the little tufts
Of hair on your brow,
On your arm,
On your leg,
On your pit,
On your head,
On your lip.
dear precious and dexterous,
the house in the hills of cinque terre,
is resplendent in its alluring wealth.
it is orange,
Dear Father,
Dependent on chance are my regards
Every event while unremarkable alone was remarkable in odds
A minority in minorities made by circumstances
I still remember my birth
Out of the womb and into the light
With wing soaring through the Earth
Looking up into the night
With curious eyes in the stars
The journey begins with hope
Dear Anonymous,
Is your mind an escape route?
Or the devil's labyrinth?
There could be a wide open field stretching for miles,
Or an enclosed room with no way out - shrinking every second.
Dear Jessica,
What does a man feel like?
Is he soft like trampled moss?
Or scratchy like peeled back bark?
Does his smile warm your heart?
Dear Jessica,
What does a man feel like?
Is he soft like trampled moss?
Or scratchy like peeled back bark?
Does his smile warm your heart?
Her's is a story of a man that exchanged his love for fame.
He lost his mind and soul while in pursuit of the game.
Dear Anxiety,
We have grown so close one could say we’re friends.
Thank you for always being there.
Thank you for being the impending storm
Dear darned pedestal,
Luck is on your side, you know?
You get to hold her hand
while I can just smell her old scarf.
You get to hear her warm whispers
while I mourn looking at her eyes.
Dear Rose,
I wonder who you will be
Whether I will find you in a library
Or a classroom
Or online
I wonder whether I will approach you then
Dear: Mooneyes
I’m not head-over-heels
for you anymore
In fact, my sperrys have gotten
stuck in the mud
And the color, cerulean blue,
Skin
Unblemished, pure, soft
Rubs against the soft touch of new life
Undamaged, forgiving and at peace
Skin
Scrapes and bruises
Healed by grace and care
You are the freedom
You are the lifted weight
You are the big blue sky, but the rock on the ground
Although, you are not the pebble on the shore
Or the claustrophobic tress
It’s just a silly little game;
Like chess.
We’ll move, then they’ll move.
We’ll dance in circles until one of us gets too dizzy to continue.
The last pawn will eventually fall.
To you,
the struggling rainbow after each dark storm.
To you,
my gorgeous warrior,
my faithful sun.
Do not stop fighting,
but if you must,
do not let yourself be silenced.
God please forgive me for i cannot see what others see in me
Everyone sees such a bright future for me
However every time i look to the future i feel lost at sea i can't see a guiding boat
Dear "oh so worried" person,
You're asking for a greater city but why won't anyone step up to the plate to fulfill these youngin's wishes.
push them with ambition and put aside their ignorance.
Dear Younger Me,
If I could go back and change things I might,
to undo the wrongs and make them right.
But that's the thing, the very falslihood I used to believe,
Dear future husband,
How I long to find you
whose heart is meant to compliment mine
who will one day learn
every nuance
of my soul
I cant wait to
fall in love
with all you are
Ode To Lewis:
Lovely cards of life
Define her future
They spoke with their eyes
Minds gleaming and newer
Carnival prize,
Dancing in the sunlight,
no one could tear us apart.
Holding hands forever,
you held my heart.
Dancing in the sunlight,
we were forever friends.
But in that hot, hot summer,
Dear Ex
Love is an illusion of lust combined with a drug addiction,
Finding pure happiness is nothing but a tall tale fiction,
Vanished without closure I'm not ready for it to be over,
Dear Antagonist,
In a regular story, the villain
is plainly,
obviously,
evil.
There was no doubt.
However, while reading my own story, you had me for a fool.
Dear Amy,
I'm Shy
afraid of what can happen
scared to say something
to accidentally show to much of my feelings
but then again,
just looking and thinking of what could be
won’t do the trick
dear brain,
the thing is, we’re screwed.
the thing is, we’re at the end of the line.
Dear and belovèd bubble tea
And your obsidian pearls, black and buttery,
You've oft bequeathèd unto me
Foamy frigates upon percolating green seas.
Rich jade befogs a balmy troupe
Dearest,
I cannot wait any longer
To put this sheet of silver
Between your two cells of white -
Through it like threading a needle
My dearest,
It is killing me,
Dear School Board,
You threaten me with your words
With your long sentences of gibberish and peanut butter
To the fathers of the laws that sought to chain the night, Harken to my heavy words
There he goes a flappin' like vultureStealing our ways, and feedin' on cultureBlack culture that is!
Nothing lasts forever.
Not a relationship nor a friendship.
All the lies and story were killing one by one.
It was like I was a mirror that lose all it's pieces.
Shaky breathing,
heartbeat pounding,
tears forming.
Speeches are the contests for which they demonstrate their strengths,
heard ‘round the world.
i guess i’m a book and i am used to ripping out pages for people to readthis goes out to those who were worth sentencesand those who became phrasesthose who were turned into words
To No-Name,
Dearest No-Name, I've missed talking to you like this. The connection we have goes so much deeper and well beyond words.
Dear Boundless Lament of Remorse and Regret,
My feelings of sorrow are something that will only get more bittersweet with age.
Like a fine wine or display china, the quality and pricelessness due to the rarity,
I was a temple. A garden of life. My walls were strong and I was humanized.
I had tourists of awe who would come to see me, but they never were allowed to be too close, only to view me.
One day you will wake in the middle of the night. Believing that you hear the melody of my voice, and wake with a fright. But realizing what you heard was only a sweet sweet dream. You will softly sob, and shed enough tears to overflow a stream.
Dear Life,
I never know what lessons you withhold,
But I was always taught to face you and be bold.
Dear Time,
I fear you.
The belief I had in myself disappears as you pass by,
as you stare me down into submission,
accepting my hard hands and tired eyes.
My Nikes are special
They aren’t like any other pair of shoes I’ve ever owned
They come from a place far far away
It was either the beginning of August, or the end of May
I risk my life to protect you, but you do nothing for me. So as I lay here dying I ask for one thing. let me hear your beautiful voice and sing me one last song.
someday a boy will break your heart in two
consider this a forewarning to you
his eyes
brilliant baby blue
will consume you entirely
January 29, 2018
Dear all those who love me,
It sits there menacingly, waiting
It’s come back around, and it’s ready for a fight
I’ve prepared my armor…my guns
The first time our lips touched
I inhaled your sweet breath
Youre my air, my atmosphere
I could never forget
Nothing but love
Hapiness
In that moment
I still smell you on my jacket
You are me;
The me that I can't leave.
The air that fills my lungs,
And exists all around.
You are the blood that flows through my veins;
My life.
You are the sun in my solar system,
The sky was still, the moon was shining.
Suddenly there was a loud cry of joy and jubilation,
And on the other side, there was a cry of a baby.
Dear, Annie
Every morning another dark day, until you.
Every day grey and blank, until you.
Every time the outside looks brighter.
Every look makes me shutter.
You are everything to me.
I'm living life as if a dying tree.
I find myself corroding with the days.
A rot inside that nobody can see.
My instincts are no longer trustworthy.
Suppose that is why caring sometimes pays.
dear the one who feels like home
when we were together
you looked straight into my ocean of a heart
and relieved me of some of its weight
some of its noise
to You--
if You look out onto that manhattan skyline
and You imagined that You
You were God,
gliding
to You--
if You look out onto that manhattan skyline
and You imagined that You
You were God,
gliding
The great
She walks gracefully
With pride, so effortless
Not a care in the world
Nary a soul can stop her
She can take over the world with her mind
Confidence runs through her
Dear Heroin Epidemic,
The lives being claimed, are ever climbing
At once just a few, now overwhelming.
Not just friends, not just family,
The Letter to Nothing
Dear Nothing,
I regret to inform you that you are what I am feeling,
You visit me every night and fill me with emptiness.
Oh dear,
I’m having a little trouble remembering
Who I wish to forget.
In that case, to whom it may concern,
I no longer wish to play your game.
There’s a trick to tic tac toe:
Dear succeeding Earth,
nothing but complete and utter silence.
Nothing at all.
Not even the slight sound of birds chirping or traffic moving.
boys.
they’ve got me strung up.
i am a sweater, thick string; warm,
hunger envelopes me and i do what i can.
i’m out on this fence to dry
I keep looking for love in everyone I see:
The boys in the hall,
I catch myself wishing on sheep.
My inabilities are also my delight,
I am tired of surfing your waves
Looking for a better shoreline to crash into
As the sweat beads on my chest
You give me no rest
i remember you girl, worn face
eyelash whipped,
whirlwind wonder-fuck.
i remember how you so delicately accepted me in,
Imagine me:
With your solemn look staring into mine, imagine
The mines collapsed into me,
Making my memories become majestries
Making my terrors become tapestries.
my love; this is tragic
someone has died in our attic
i saw it yesterday, on the news
you should have seen him, body bruised
No.
I am no longer going to feel spaced out
About needing to cut you off.
I was a planet, with rivers and lakes.
Dear Sandpaper family,
I see all of you,
All your bumps and bruises
All your ragged clothes worn over the remnants of your skin
Dear Sadness,
I know You’re feeling blue,
Like an ocean tide scouring anew,
Bogging down my carefree garments and,
Dear, my precious friend
You’ve saved me, my knight in shining armor
From the castle that brought me dishonor
I told you you did not want to date me because I would hurt you. Not long after that we started dating I hurt you. I left or of fear of getting hurt. Then we got back together. Later you left me on the edge of death.
Dear Nana,
How are you? How have you been?
I've been trying to be happy but how do I begin?
I remember your last day like the back of my hand
Little did I know time was running out like dripping grains of sand.
When I’m judged every day evidently
And I come to think my mother was right How could I ever live genuinely
Could I ever be loved for just one night;
Dear Dad,
You say these memories are fake,
then dang I must got an overflowing river of imagination.
The ruthless dictator
when seen from sorrowful eyes.
The empathic healer
when seen from solaced eyes.
The dutiful watcher
when seen from admiring eyes.
The reliable partner
Through the time I traverse, moment to moment, memory to memory.
The riches on the way, I always grab a fistful.
One by one they slip away as it is in their nature.
Little remorse is felt since they are but ephemeral.
the prince in this tale was too scared to ask for help
he tried to save himself
the prince is strong
the prince was the strongest
Those who look outside of the window sees the perfection of a house. Built on the sturdiest foundation of all even though it was built in 1942 on a rainy day, still sturdy.
This morning,
I noticed something
I have such beautiful eyes
Which is weird
I've never been happy with them
Nor sad either
I haven't felt any sort of feeling with my eyes
Until I looked the mirror
For such a long time, I thought I understood long term relationships and that anyone can have them at any age
Specifically my own personal demographic
But suddenly
A switch flipped
And a light bulb flickered
Being with you is like going to the symphony
or wait, being part of a symphony
sometimes I can't tell the difference
Sometimes I feel as though I'm watching and listening from the audience
I know you don’t understand
The sun has set and the fog is heavy
But can’t you hear them whispering?
The soft voices beyond our own
I dream of thoughts and spaces where I reclaim my power,
I dream of reciting verses:
A reclamation of the use of my voice.
A voice that in reality fights being free,
Dear Hate, I hate you. Always have, always will.I hate how you ensnare, trap, and tangleand like a fly I danglein your web of red hot anger.I hate how you make me crumple li
Dear Depression,
Your goal seemed to be to wreck
what I had worked so hard to build.
You tore
and hurt
and left me a shell
of who I was
and could be.
I lost myself amongst your waves,
Everyone tells me what I did wrong and how to fix it for next time.
Next time.
Next time there won’t be a next time.
There are too many holes and trysts and trails in my heart
I’m shutting it all down.
The Black (pt. 3)
In the farthest field there is a deep pit
A wound, proclaimed in the dusty outreaches
Of sweeping grass element
Which now and again bubbles and
Blossoms
Dear Ex-Best Friend,
I can’t thank you enough for what you did to me.
Yes, it was selfish and rude and incredibly mean.
The Black (pt. 2)
In seventeen years
All the roots have settled
The roots are strong,
They breathe.
In seventeen years
Our sun has curated
Created
Our plentiful harvests
Dear world,
I often ponder your composition
A seeming giant reservoir of water
Flowing as one, united
But is this really true?
I have meaning, past my purpose. I do.
I know this. I am even - most days - convinced of it.
To the man I should have known to become my uncle, You were the butterfly who sent a hurricane, except it wasn't just a flutter of your wings that ripped through what should have been my stable and permanent home.
Breathless. My fingers intertwined with a desire, not a reality. Enclosed in a blanket of thoughts and ideas, Eager to blossom its petals to showcase its individual colors, But quickly wilts away, overshadowed by fears. Children no longer play on
Dear my protector,
Satheric, Satheric.
With feathers so sleek like a silent owl in flight,
The comforting hum of your voice, kept me asleep all night.
As I knew there was nothing to fright.
Dear Papa, at night i would open my window to touch the warm breeze that sang me to sleep every night the moon the last image to grace my eyes before slumber i grew up with mama telling me to be wary of the moon to never look through the glass at
My child has finally been born.
Thy world awaits ye beauty.
Yet I must hide thee from scorn,
So I take thy to a place that’s gloomy.
The air can blow us away,
But we can also blow air.
We can create air to use on others,
Yet air can not create us to use on air.
It is tossed around,
Once
There was a castle.
In that castle was a princess.
Cursed,
By danger and imperfection.
Dear you,
You are the best
I hold you above the rest
Your perfect face and golden hair
The beauty I want not to share
I have never been to great at math.
Numbers looks like hieroglyphics that
have yet to be tanslated into english.
Its symbols look like my 5th grade art portfolio scribbles,
but yet
I wanted to write you into a love poem,
But all I can conjure
Is a picture of a girl crying off her mascara
On a stoop in the south of Chicago,
It’s one of those nights.
One where the stars are too still in their orbits,
And I can imagine the scent of your perfume
Lazily wafting its way around the room,
Dear You, I'm Sorry.
Based on A True Story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I see you in my sleep,
there, you’re still alive,
Refusing to accept you’re gone,
is the only way I survive,
I reveal all my stories,
Anxiety,
What triggered you this time?
Was it the way that man looked at us on the street?
Was it the test we have in chem. tomorrow?
Dear Rebekah,
I always take a look at you when you're not aware,
But most times you catch me looking and I find it so unfair
That the stars in your eyes twinkle, when you see him and not me,
Dear People With Money,
Attending college is tough
when the world ain't as sunny.
I've learned people like you
make my debt appear.
And it's also you
who brought me great fear.
This poem reflects a bad relationship:
Dear whoever cares,
My heart hurts.
My stomach hurts
My chest hurts.
It's my entire body actually.
I feel like I forgot how to breathe.
This isn't right.
Dear love,
As time passed, the flowers faded
and so did our conversations
only meaningless words flowed
I looked for the same sparkle I once saw
Dear Iceland,
“Almost eradicated” the headline reads.
Tests spot extra genes
Future without disease.
Ninety-percent
One loop too many
Snipped.
Green goggles.
Disney songs.
Dear Future You,
Are you still breathing? Are you still fighting?
Do you still walk with flames in your soul?
The flame that burns, burns out of passion, love and dedication;
Dear Dragon,
You have been called dream devourer,
war starter,
world conqueror.
I never thought you would hunt me down
as I, a measly wanderer,
kept trying to move around.
Dear TBD,
I need some time.
But-
You’ll ask why and I dont know how to tell you
Its you.
Time.
That is the spell keeping me standing here.
But-
I’m not sure how to fix this.
Dear friend,
I love seeing you every morning.
Your presence makes me shutter.
I enjoy our small talk. It's nice.
Sometimes there's silence. It's nice.
To the woman who gave me my first breath
The one who carried my weight
The one who loved me without even seeing me
There's a knot in my throat when I try to tell you
What I felt went wrong
Dear Aidoneus, Goddess of death!
Za, God of men!
Why must you sit on your ligneous chairs drenched in ichor?
You look
And you see
A pleasant home.
The flowers are bright,
The bushes are trimmed,
The shingles are painted,
Two wicker chairs are on the porch.
One white picket fence guards the path.
I thought your face was covered in snow
I tried to find it, but it’d never show
Old soul, from which I learned a lot
Never told me how to take care of my heart
Sahabat,
bila engkau berkenan kusurati,
hendak sekali hati kecil ini mempertanyakan.
Apa yang telah menjadikan hari kemarin terasa begitu memikat?
Mungkinkah karena secangkir kopi hitam pekat,
--with Khansa Khalisha
Share, share the words you wish to say,
silent murmurs of your evening pray
unspoken tears of your pain yesterday.
Share, see me as shoulder that you can lay,
Liberation,
She called it,
Discharging pet
Lovebird from the
Foreign shackles
Named commitment
Dear Justin,
Only Fifteen
Still Learning How to Live
You taught me how to stay strong.
You gave me laughter and smiles.
During a time I only had sadness and grief.
You had me and I had you.
Dear Forgotten Ones,
In the beginning,
I took you for granted.
In the beginning,
I hid you on a shelf.
You collected dust
In the back of my mind
For many a year.
A Letter to The People Who Don't Realize,
Every person is a ship.
When something bad happens, or the person becomes sad, their ship cracks.
Some ships crack at the top; plain for everyone to see.
You can keep the flowers,
carry my words,
leave with tide.
And keep the winter silence,
you so willingly traded me for.
Music is the key to the soul
Our twisted hearts bound by these shackles
Take this key and remove your chains
The moment I wake up you're on my mind
Between my stomach and my throat, there are too many ties
You've consumed my brain and while I'm trying not to let you go
I know I've got to let you slip down and off my spine
Can you hear me now?
If you can’t I can only wonder how
Why is it the only way to get your attention?
Beauty impossible for just one to obtain
Roots so deep
Branches both long and graceful
Facade hiding what’s inside
To Love:
You are so enchanting.
A blooming rose bush.
You have so many flowers.
So wonderfully fragrant.
You are so vivid.
My Dearest Lover,
I don’t believe in using metaphors
to define people.
Metaphors are romanticized.
If someone is defined by the
metaphor in which I put them in,
people no longer see the person,
Dear Freshman,
Life is like ocean waves
Unpredictably unsettling,
Boldly beautiful,
Carelessly cascading
Never hesitant to bombard bountiful beaches
Shed no more dear
Shed no more the tears
Baby a day will come
when that three words gang and say
ravenous creature
feeding on scraps and whispers
tired of waiting
no longer sitting
patiently or silently
Dear Love,
For someone so nurturing to others
You sure are disloyal to me
Why is it
That you come so
Faithfully.
Nurses,
Should be nice.
Or at least that's what I thought.
They didn't care about me.
Hurt yourself?
Stop crying.
Lonely?
Oh well.
Dear Dumb Diary
When I need someone to talk to no one listens,
So I write in you.
The best parts of my day
And the things I can’t say
You're always there.
Just like little Junie B.
Eyes close,
Wandering hands,
Fingers visualizing
Soft pricks,
Flabs of skin,
Rouch pad,
Desiring to-
Glimpse the tail whirl,
Hear babbling over commotion,
He is the fireplace
Where do you grab your why?
Out of thin air?
Does it come to you while sitting,
watching the day go by?
Maybe it runs into you on your deathbed,
seein' your life flash before your eyes.
Our bodies are a kaleidoscope,
limbs entangled in damp silk,
hearts pulsing to the drum of now,
yesterday, today,
tomorrow.
“You’re so perfect” you breathe,
calluses tracing my veins,
Tell me what tomorrow will bring
Solar wind or heavenly fire
Tell me when I wake you will be here
Wrap me in your arms
Those frostbitten demons
My mind is a computer,
It plays games,
Process information,
Turns to power-saving mode.
But if this is true,
Then what are my disorders?
They are flash drives,
By his side, I watched your son grow,
With shackles on small hands,
Their great weight you bestowed,
But learned to withstand.
Your mistakes he bore with a smile
With chin up and back straight -
Standing at the mouth, seeing the belly of the beast.
Steps I take toward the impending digestion.
Strange people. Getting lost. Go here, or there?
Five Stages of loss colored with the paints of emotion,
stained by the blemish of unexpected commotions.
It gets ugly, "it's on me" you say to survivors who feign joy.
You are an artist when it comes to words.
Your tongue is the brush, my heart the canvas.
You knew just the words to paint my heart
the color of love you promised me.
You charmed me with reds of passion.
Mother
The rise of sun
I cannot see it
Helplessly, I lay
My wings nearly bare
I cannot move
I cannot speak
My limbs heavy
Bricks on my body
Silent nights lay rest to broken hearts
The hands of the strong hold the feathers of damaged birds
Your warm smile puts back together the shattered pieces of me
Dear Kim Jong-Un,
I see you up in your palace, your insulation spilling over your belt
I see you but you see the skin dripping off the bones of your people
dear boy i almost gave everything to,
i am not a glistening bar of solid authentic gold,
i am not a crystal clear 50 karat diamond,
i am not a smooth pearl that shimmers in the sun.
i am a ruby.
A blackbird sits upon a tree
and no one bothers to see
what lies inside its tender heart
or how it used to be.
‘I used to fly above the earth,’
said the recollecting bird,
Screams I hear every morning
I wake to the clouds storming
The lightning fills the air
I try to say my silent God prayer
amongst the clouds trying to see
why they can't agree
All they do is fight
The door is sealed shut
to lock in the spiraling shadows
that are so haunting at night
The barrier brings comfort,
muffling the bustling mascaraed
while silencing staggered breaths
Dear Trauma,
letting you go is harder than diminishing you into
“just something that happened to me”
or
“nothing big really”.
Dear dad
You left so soon
I didn't even get to make you proud
You promised you'd watch me graduate, grow, marry
But you're not here now
You didn't even see me turn 18
Cancer ate away at your lungs and
Dear Mia,
My three best girl friends:
Faith, Far, and Family,
Visited me this year.
First came Family; although it was I who drew her in.
In my loneliness, I cried out to her for advice and support.
A Jewel kept secure in the king's daughter's heart, will always be her shining star. Many men could never find out her password, because she never gave it out. Keep her word that she wouldn't be no man's fool.
Dear Red Balloon,
Just out of reach
The faster I run
The futher you are
When I'm close enough
to grasp your string
you POP
but I'm not sad
I've been without you
Laughing kisses among the waves,
One after another.
Splitting our sandwiches in halves
because yours looks better.
Saving up for birthday gifts,
Laughing kisses among the waves,
One after another.
Splitting our sandwiches in halves
because yours looks better.
Saving up for birthday gifts,
Dear Dad, You used to call me florita, your little flower. I’m no longer a little delicate flower; I have now grown to be a fully blossomed strong, healthy, and independent flower.
Dear anonymous boy,
A fire burns passionately within me,
Your loss turned my life into a raging storm,
Winds battle around me,
Fighting for their escape,
Trapped within the confines of expectations,
Dear best friend,
I already love you.
I'm in love with the way you smile when you look into the sky.
I adore the little wrinkles your nose makes when you laugh.
I love the melody of your voice.
we are monsters together,
huddled under the bed
of our childhood selves,
keeping each other warm
when there is nothing to eat
but nightmares.
i.
he carved his name into my bones
with claws under which
my flesh festered.
no matter how long
i leave my bones to rot,
This year has been a rollercoaster.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been on
One of these rides. Just when I try to
Steady myself atop a hill of these
to god:
age 5. strawberry dress, springtime shoes, thorny nylons,
i asked why i had to dress for religion like dad does at work
I thought I was like the trees
tough on the outside
softer within
I realized I'm different
I'm not a tree
I'm just a lonely human being
We cannot compare
to things worse for wear
To my country,
I have grown from your soil
Took root in your values
Attempted to grow
But as my leaves spread toward the sky,
I was nurtured by education
In the digital age
Dear brothers, A and Z,
You were both so young with adorable smiles,
So many hospitals all over the country for miles,
You were only babies so precious and small,
At five,
when I fell off my bicycle for the first time and bled,
my mum leapt in to pick me up and ,"Honey!”, she said, “You know why Superman has a cape that is red?"
For most of my life I wanted to be like everyone else.
The want and need got so bad I let it consume me.
The idea of being able to be "normal" for a change
was all I wanted to be.
I always felt like an outsider,
Why is it so hard to understand you?
Whenever people come to help, you’re shrouded by overwhelming trusting problems.
How come you can’t trust them if they get too close?
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.