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i watch the poets write ther tunes
their voices heard
i want to write a poem thats good
but i am a faliure
im no good at anything
i cant make my poems flow
people say my poetry sucks
i watch the poets write ther tunes
their voices heard
i want to write a poem thats good
but i am a faliure
im no good at anything
i cant make my poems flow
people say my poetry sucks
Hate to let you goOur life till now has beenhigh drama in a showWe both have given up ontrying to make things right,all we do is fight,stuck in a hopeless plight.I wish you wouldn’t go
They are always there
Even when i can't see them
I can sense them.
Creeping around the outskirts of my conscience
Venom seeping from their lips
I’ve been trying for weeks
But I can’t seem to find it
I’ve been biting my cheeks
like the idea is inside them
But the blood starts to pool
with its signature taste
I feel like a fool,
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
She laid snugly in her bed
as if she had nothing to do.
She peered out her glass window
An infant,
we are adored when we cry.
A child,
we get a stain of digust in some people's eyes.
A teen,
we are wasted figures who speak too much of the mind.
An adult,
If you want to be happy
You must not be so fuzzy and have a smiley
Your spirit must be highly
See your enemy like ugly and they may be rashly
You must sacrifice for your lovely
I rare met a man with a badge and a gun,
Who deserved to wear it proudly or even at all,
How dare such a man, act with crass and make puns,
When he claims to protect and serve but laughs when you fall,
Dear Almost lover,
I'm writing this because I never got closure.
It's been awhile since we've talked
and I think it's time for a disclosure
and I don't want to be mocked.
My words are lost tonight.
They are in your mouth,
Because you always seem to win the arguments.
Some nights you lay in bed thinking about the bad things you've done.
Other nights, you congratulate yourself for the good things you've done.
No matter what people say, good and bad will always balance out each other.
Dear Animals,
You’re the problem in the world.
You think that just because you can walk, talk,
And have guns, makes you better than everyone else.
Dear past me,
He told you, so you thought
“I'm not good enough”
She said so, so you thought
“I look too fat in this dress”
I suppose I get too high on my lows.
I suppose I too get stuck on those notes.
Like so many others, they say it goes over.
Many of those others try to appeal to one another.
I suppose I can't really see no hope.
my baby he loves me
so he tells me (you’re a chore) to
break me open like a tidal wave and
i will always return to him to this love
this is love
There’s no correct way
To describe how I feel.
There’s no place for rational thought,
Making it all feel quite unreal.
It punches you in the gut;
You taught me to wait
Because you said I love you back
You taught me that it was okay to accept apologies
When your actions were like a song stuck on a broken track.
Because I loved you
Once upon a time, I was a princess
I was a beauty who lived in a castle;
I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words,
But all the while found my stigma a hassle
There was a prince I was supposed to love,
And life
That blessed mother
She has her favorites
She gifts the evil
And destroys the good
And you are the best of them
So when life keeps hitting you
In the quiet hours before death.
all men must come to terms with their lives.
all the parts, and all the seasons.
they must observe it, regret it, and be proud of it.
depending on who you are,
A people so isolated in a culture of assimilation,
A nation so apathetic to all of creation.
When the eyes of the opressed weep beneath their boots,
Crushed beneath a system of fascist roots.
My body is paper.
I fold myself to what you need
Scribble pretty words on myself
So that you’ll think I’m
Pretty
Smart
Reaching out
And reaching out.
Help the helpless
But I am the helpless.
Standing out is too much
Blending in is too little.
You scratch and growl
With claws and teeth of steel
Chest out, proud
Smirking like the insolent beast you are
You push, you stomp, you pounce
Asserting dominance wherever you can
The notion that one becomes a poet through others to me is strange
I grew from artists composer those with words unnoticed
sometimes you forget the roots of poetry being music
Little music box
please keep turning
your all I have
and all I need.
Please darling
I know you have been dropped
and left empy
but i promise to wind you up forever
Can't you hear me,
give me achance,
hear my screaming,
I'm begging you now.
When did this happen?
It happened so fast,
one night you're winning,
the next one you're smashed.
In the midst of chaos
stands a lone rock.
This rock doesn't waver
nor does it speak.
It just sits there,
before the fray and
watches.
Everything around the
rock, leans forward
Do you view a sheet of paper.
Like stone-craver.
Views a block of granite.
To a lot of folks.
It just a block of granite.
To the stone-craver.
It is a beautiful thing.
Is today a good day?
Just because the sun doesn't shine today, doesn't mean it isn't.
The rain may bring a good day for someone who has a hard time finding fresh water.
You're a devil. You're a menace.
No more love for you is your penance.
You're irrational. You're belligerent.
How stupid was I to think you were different?
So you think you like it?
But don’t you see?
I’m no good for you.
I lie and cheat.
I drink and smoke
The things you say
Do not provoke
For me to quite,
To, “see the light”
When Tad
Was a very shy Lad
He gave it all he had
And that was just too bad
But at least he wasn't a Cad
But that would of made him mad
So for that he was glad
And at least he can add
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE GREATEST
PEOPLE THOUGHT YOU WERE THE FAKIEST
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE POWERLESS
COWARD LESS
BRAVE NESS
YOUR CHEST FEELS LIKE ITS ABOUT TO CAVE IN
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PRETTIEST
THE...
I thought about what it would be like
Without you.
I thought about how that would change me
For flowers bloom and trees root
With the beckoning of spring,
And the chills of winter
The day is old, the day is new
Tears that fall create much dew
Darkness comes to take us all
We stand together or we’ll fall
Day is old, day is new
The light above grants a few
Can you feel my heart beat
Out under the moonlight
Can you see the Horizon
As the sun begins to rise
Can you Feel this love
Right here you and I
Can you be my one and only
Can you be my forever
The man who you are suppose to be able to trust and love turns out to be the one you have to look out for the most.
The man who was suppose to love you and never hurt you turns out to be the one who can't be trusted.
I Bet you don't know how some of us youths are trying
Consistently attempting to filter and rebirth the "already drugged" mind
whose views are confined to material wealth, sex and guns
I guess there was something about her
Something she posses that I didn't have
Or maybe it was your statements that I just couldn't grasp
I know I wasn't the problem so why leave me blind
I come from the blood on my father's hands
I rise for the different people who don't love themselves
I stand against the empty pots in homes all over
I come from the violence of the streets
Every child reaches the age
When their thoughts need no consent.
When hearts twist and writhe,
Simple encounters evoke torment.
Days pass as moments,
Slipping through the tightest of grips;
Only one thing I know is true
Bad things can happen to good people
And good things can happen to bad people.
Even reversed, it remains true.
The Justice of wrong good
Breathe in deep
Sucking on black air
Deemed unworthy of the just
The fllwing poem is two Elizabethan sonnets placed back-to-back.
Evolution favors those most adept.
It favors those with knowledge to move on.
So while the giraffes with the short necks slept,
My opinions are right
Anyone else's is stupid and aren't worth a second thought
You’re stupid, I am smart
You're wrong, oh so wrong
Evil Eyes darkened a mischievous faceOn the other end so heavenly in its placeLike your favorite ice cream flavor wasting away in the hot sunSo innocent and pure until life had really begun
I've had excellent teachers in my time.
Some with good looks
Some with easy tests
Some with interesting lectures.
But you, you're different.
I should have looked you up online to see how you were.
I look out the window at the quiet absence,
In the stillness of a dull summer night,
I smell the chlorine in my hair as I bite its frail ends.
Its sunny color washed out by the moonlight,
I did something ready
BAD
I just hope nobody finds out about it
It comes up
Now everybody is talking about it
Spreading rumors
Like they never did the same thing
I laughed about it
IM NO HOE.
IM NOT YOUR TOOL
IM NOT YOUR BIT**
IM HIS LOVE
IM HIS HELP
IM HIS WOMEN
YOU CALL ME YOU SIDELINE
HE CALLS ME HIS PRICLEES DIME
YET, I RUN TO YOU SIDE
Feelings, Emotions, the basis of our existence
Tearing apart every piece of my weakened heart
Though through all the pain I show no resistance
The use of integrity is nonexisting
Constant insanity is approaching
Harder and harder with the same outcome
Darkness is blanketing the mind
Evil is among us all around
Litter and bodies lay on the ground
I'm completely amazed
I mean how could i forget your warm touch, your deep enchanting gaze
How we would would talk for hours and never get tired
The way we were meant for each other
Like we were wired
The nights are blue, as well as my shoe.
You make me ill i really must spillMy failure to keep my gpa strongYou must be upset the add's not goneThis has no rhyme but i hope i get a dime!
"Won't you reconsider?" He said with a smirk
I try not to quiver, He catches a jerk
of the wrist, just a twitch, but enough to reveal
the nerves, now induced, by the thought of His work
No, Mr Generic, you're not right.
The answer is pi over four.
Pi over four, can't you see?
Stop telling me the answer is pi over three,
Stop telling me you know what's correct.
Going to school with bruses,
I had marks to last for two years,
I always tried to fight through the confusion,
but I knew I was just loosing.
Just let it go.
Moving from town to town,
im on play,
watching everything move in a reverse.
who said rewind was good?
mistakes driven through again.
who said rewind was bad?
love being simulated across the globe.
Hi new friend
Tell me how ya doin’
Very pleased to meet you
My name is Influence
Do you believe in me?
I’m sure you don’t
But I’ll show you some things
Your parents won’t!
Habits Never Die
Promises.
Broken.
It's not a contract;
you can renew.
You say it once.
You break it twice.
Guilt has tainted you.
No time to lament.
It's done.
They say that we should treasure what we have today, that we don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
It could be life or death, good or bad or life changing.
mm this is sweet, amazing to eat and a total treat! I wonder what it could be? its yellow but its not my pee. Its long and hard this is tricky, but its got a peel wippi! can it be an eel? no.. definetaly not steel..
Being someone’s option is never a good feeling
Hoping and praying to be someone’s one and only
Just to be told that you were just a choice that wasn’t chosen
It doesn’t feel too good
There was a butterfly
Way up in the blue sky.
Looking out the window I was able
To see the beautiful world while sitting at the table.
I had plenty of noodles in my bowl
I bet you don’t know the man he has become
With all the lies spreading form his lungs
What was branches are now roots
We are but rotting fruits
Happiness
Bliss
Sadness
Wretchedness
One day this
One day that
Up and down
In and out
Want to be high
Always low
Good things come
Good things go
Bad things come
Bed Dreams
Ah bed so soft and warm
I love to jump and play
In a feathery swarm
Every night and day
For a bed is a place that’s fun
Now if only
I actually had one.
Bad poetry
is like
stupid line breaks
that drive you insane and make you want
to puke.
Bad poetry: is...schizophrenic--Punctuation. (that Kills "all" things good!
I don't need your pessimism.
I don't need your false hope.
I don't need your tears.
I don't need your pain.
I don't need your broken heart.
I can do bad all by myself.
Why? Why are you so reserved?
So many people have betrayed you,
So you said not to be trustworthy.
So many people have lied to you,
So you said not to be honest.
So many people have hurt you,
