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We insure our insecurities by dubbing these things dreams in the first place. I’m pulling and tugging at the strings
One day we'll look back and remember this period Like Elvis, 9/11, Princess Di and a myriad of other life changing times as historians will document War, pandemics, bills and oth'r events
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
The cold, the pressure, it excites me. Seeing others in, it motivates me. Without it, I am a snake, Within it, I am a fish. It is my life,
It’s the flowers in the spring and the colors of autumn leaves that talk about when they welcome change. It’s the uncertainty of tomorrow and the dangers that it brings that people talk about when they fear change,
Your home is silent, full of peace. Just you and your thoughts. Just you. As you open the door, there are so many things going on. Screaming. Crying. Forest fires.
When I was little,I went out to play as if nothing mattered.When I was volunteering,I went out to do my job as if every step mattered.When I was little,
The thing about change is it comes on suddenly. Not to the ones who are changing, no for them it's slow; like the embers of a building fire.
I yearn for a time when We have an earth a home where we have butterflies not plastic bags Seahorses not troughs of sea trash Fruitful forests not funerals or forests. I ache for the
I had a dream once that turned to nightmares right after seeing it with clarity
You are the light that shines brightly in the dark. When someone is going through a storm you make the sun come out. Those tears that are as salty as the sea, can change to a sweet gumdrop.
I am the small voice that fades into the background, I am the cowardly dog who puts down their head, I am the thought that never gets to be expound,
The caterpillar has been eating green, dull, leaves all her life Not giving a care Not caring about what is happening in her environment She is too busy eating leaves
There has come an end to the fun, The natural shade has gone undone. The cloud which always blocked the sun Has taken its course on the run. All my life’s been filled with cloud,
The pear trees have surrendered. Their blossoms, once lifted by the wind of laughing hopeful children, now lay limp on the dry ground.
I have made some stupid moves, regretted some of my choices, I have tasted the sweet honey of booze and even had cannabis upon my lips, This is what i used to turn to, when my life got rough,
I saw you there across the way Passing by what seemed like almost everyday Out in the rain, saving, for the time we might cross Too scared to make a move, what can I do, admit I'm at a loss
I needed you like I needed a cigarette. Like tar to my lungs, you poisoned my life. I was only 17 and thought, "This is what love is"... It was more like drowning.
her eyes compress and wrinkle pure in time for once was ease, now, shelters dread upon disturbing thoughts perturb a chill down spine the first and closing vital thought at dawn
How does a child grow up from being bullied? How does a girl that was longing to be part of something bigger? How does she learn how to speak?
She is a warrior with a crown.
Blossoming remorse Sage scented lies Blank minds begging to be divorced from themselves Discouraged by the aroma of the room. Declining souls mourn for deciphering
anger boiling in me Oh lord when will I be free My dark past haunting me Happiness will i see? It got my cheast heavy Cant breath Why my feelings so slippery Happy now minutes later um angry
I've never minded being alone. It's been a fact since my birth My father wasn't there, though I try to keep that from lessening my worth Mom works hard, my new Dad does too
Can you imagine a world with no equation? Nothing could be lost in translation. Or obfuscating, just captivation It’s just the connotation in your poem
Sitting in my 6th grade homeroom, 11 year-old bored of the pencils and the notebooks, Fiddling with my hands and fingers Wondering how long this boredom would linger
Poetry I may not understand Your words may not speak clear to me But the passion you are feeling I feel too
Poetry is free We can all remember the days that you tried to find “me” Looking everywhere to find the right ways For me starting at the young age of sixteen
Pencil number one is stained with blood Because innocent kids were taken by drugs. Penicl number two has been sharped to the tip Because kids without homes stir my stomach sick.
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,
Poetry, poetry, poetry. You are far different from a tale. You are the only thing stopping me from telling this world "Farewell". Although I typically talk to very few, you my friend, have made me anew.
We all start off pure: a baby, knowing nothing about the world around us. We are very sheltered at this time, thinking no one could do us harm. Some, sooner than others, realize this is not true.
I am love and hate I ask myself if coincidences exist I hear how time turns into wind I watch the days pass by and nothing change I wish time would stop for a moment I am love and hate
Take me to the world where there is peace all around The world which has no bounds Where no one hounds The only surface covered with love Where hate is no longer a word
Every day there’s a new tragedy plaguing the headlines of newspapers and magazines When did we forget how to love? instead learn how to hate
I may have believed in God But I always thought the devil was a farce Sitting in the cramped closet of a church for Sunday School
Remember That time will not rewind To undo injustices Inflicted by our fear and hate. To inflicted the same
Dear Home, Every time, I march out the front doors of the airport, Gazing over the crowd of families, Tears trickle down my cheeks,
Goddess of spring Jewel of Demeter They say you were walking In a field that was flowering And that Hades stole you away
I find myself sipping bitter coffee In the same shop I sat in In a different season In a different state of mind. Because, as the chairs in here rearranged themselves, As sippers came and went,
Turn on your TV, What do you see? A child, Trapped. Not by the bars of school, But by the bars of poverty. Never to learn how to hold a pen, But they'll learn how to hold a gun.
Verse 1They tell me im a criminal i say im a product of societyBecause i think so differently soi cant be who theyd like from meSo i cant be who id like to be because its not who theyd like to seeI made some mistakes and i know that lifes not ri
What have I done wrong, Yet what have I done right? I feel so unwanted, But I know You hold me tight. My life is changing quickly, But it feels like I'm on pause. Problems are arising;
Never Changing Back in the day you would think twice before you say my name Considered hungry and thirsty so I chased the fame burning flames fairly new to the game so the shit didn't change
O say can you see What our country could be? What so proudly we hailed Has been desperately assailed. Founded on freedom's hope Now we can barely cope With racism and debt,
Sam Cooke said "Change gonna come," but all I hear is a distant hum. I hear the hum of the future, but others believe it's a rumor.
Look how beautiful she is. Look at her dress, how it shines in the light. Look at her nails, painted just right. Look at her hair full of diamonds and gold.
America, America. The land of the free. But what makes us free? What makes us great? Are we so great because of the racial inequalities we face?
I stare at the white walls, knowing they will not change I keep asking myself, why won’t you change? But will anything ever change?
A perfect world is unrealistic Crime, violence, guns, deaths, gangs When will it slow down
America has come far from the days of slavery, of abuse and torture, pain
When did we get thrown back in time to when discrimination was praised, to when racism was the fad, to when we had to hide who we are, to when life was the last concern.
Dear America, It’s taken me 17 years to compose this letter To figure out what to say Maybe that’s how long it takes to gain the courage To confront the face of one’s oppressor
Summation of sacrifice. Resilient. Loud. Pero Calladitas. Scrappy. Intelligent. Deep feeling. Strong. We are mijas. We are daughters of immigrants. That is what we are.
Bosses are really the biggest followers because they know at the end of the day they're just a footstool for the person above them. Over the course of last year I too have learned this fact and it has not changed me but merely my intentions.
Time But…. What does time really mean? The ticking of the second hand on the clock? A way to count the minutes of our lives?
Change is good Exercise was it for me Lost 18 pounds and feel great No heartburn and no stomach ache 2016 made me a new person that is health conscious and happy
Is it ignorance or focus to not search? The last stage of starvation or fullness when I don’t feel a hunger anymore? Loss or rejection of appetite when I do not thirst?
I awoke to find my passion was driven away. The reassurance that I was supposed to be here, had left its sudden stay. An engineer I am to be or so I thought - The cool shadow of ambiguity miserly besets.
Equality to open minded Race to friendships Money for change 2016 was change More freedom So I thought
someone told me this had been a big year a lot has changed i have changed plans have changed i tell myself it's for the better home became cold love became heartbreak life became school
The storm calls forth the seas,A figure stands, alone,A miracle observed by none. Turn, turn,Sweet one, you control the winds,The havoc’s mistress is gentle of heart.
Puff Puff First years of life Rapid, wild, exciting So it seems at the time Bang Bang War rages on Agent Orange spreads Chances are dead Ding Dong
From running in my last meet To joining a dance team From performing on stage despite having cold feet To raising money for veterans on High Street From graduating with a class of just two hundred and twenty-one
My life is like a Hepburn Rose. Unknown and just as pink as innocence itself. I never understood how life could go from easy to difficult. I couldn’t take the purple bruising pain.
Fire rainbow hair And hues of blue in your eyes, Tears running down your skin And only love on your mind, But revenge threatens
Life goes on, Friends I’ve lost, And things that have changed. To a fro, At the cusp of reality, People jump and people leap. In a brave new world, I change my views,
From empty streets lined with overgrown trees and shrubs To concrete jungles and bumper to bumper traffic From morning sunrise To morning glare from tall glass lined buildings
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul. I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow. I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
The sun gives life to the earth like the soul brings life to the body. But as much as the sun tries to give life to the earth, The earth may be too destroyed to use the only resource it couldn't survive without
A young child Frail yet strong Lost in a world so wild Wishing to belong Emotion long sense lost He'd become steel but at what cost Others asked for help But his sympathy was tossed
I often greet the day with a scowl It's not as if I would smile after 4 hours of sleep, knowing that still, my work isn't finished. I've gotta get up To get an education and to do well in school
Feeling good is a subject. I tend to really neglect. Trying to avoid the things that make me glad. Because most of the things I like are truly honestly bad. I hate the feelings I have when I do the normal thing.