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With all the suffering and fighting
And all the pain in this world
You left this earth
And despite all of the broken dreams
Despite all of the struggles and burdens
Despite all of the weight of this world
I hope I’m 17 in Heaven
Rock’n Van Halen, sneaking into bars
Living for the night and hanging in the sun.
Sure hope I’m 17 in Heaven when my breathin’ days are done.
it is time again to be
grappling at being free
again I must be coming down
the path in which I wear the crown
for with it comes, the waves of pain
they've come to haunt me once again
God has sent the Angels near
closest to the one that fears
even though you are alone
resting due to casted stones
a light nearby will slowly heal
your broken soul, so well concealed
It's the way of your laugh,
to the things that all past.
It's more, it's a testimant,
of growth that we lacked.
It's the left to the right,
when it's right to the left.
It's the process we go through,
I realize that I am no longer just imagining it, but I am there
I am living in it and not just living- thriving.
Taking in the scenery around me I realize
I realize that I am no longer just imagining it, but I am there
I am living in it and not just living- thriving.
Taking in the scenery around me I realize
You laugh with me, you weep with me, and infrequently insane moments are shared with you.
Where my mind is walking, on common grounds,
People know me, they hear my sounds,
Taking part in parcels, my eyes see farther,
Asking whit you know, the path gets darker,
For one and all, so the sayings go,
LIVING IT UP
Never lose
sight of
the goals
you've set
for yourself.
Because only
you can
make your
dreams
come true.
HAPPINESS
Happiness
is clearly
programmed
to live in you,
but you must
absolutely
leave room in
your heart
and head for
it to bring you
what it must
bring you.
And we are at it again, why do I go back to him out of all men.
Just to sit and pretend, like I love him again.
Like he is actually a friend, but worse than letting a stray dog move in.
No one said that this was going to be easy, but it is something that you know you have to do,
And when you first embark on this journey it can be difficult because you do not have a clue.
sometimes the sign you have been looking for is bright and fluourescent
invading the stormy blue sky
sometimes its just a whisper in your ear
soft and subtle
like the brush of a butterfly wing
if i had known this would be the last outfit you would see me in
i probably would have chosen different underwear
i wouldn't want the paramedics to see these worn white cotton ones
How to die without dying:
Learn something new
change your name
change your wardrobe
give
take
cut strings
We are independentWe are free.Yet nobody can hear me.
We are independentwe are free.Yet nobody can hear me.
Many innocent lives were taken.And now we must awakenTo the sheer horror of death.
time is going by
i don't think they understand when i say
that i didn't expect to be here
yesterday, today, tomorrow
every holiday i thought i would miss
the idea pushes me down overwhelmingly
Ya Know They Say When You Age …
That You Should Stay … " ACTIVE " … !!!
Now Physically That Makes Sense To Me …
Shiver down your spine,
Voices on a cold breeze that blows over the hills.
You said you'd stay for them, for me
Please make me a promise, make us a promise.
They talk about the view from halfway down
Inhale the scent of fresh cut grass,
Smelling crisp in the morning dew.
The fighting hummingbirds begin their clash,
As the morning starts anew.
While Spring's lovely days
Are warm and sweet,
I am a man.
I’m sure my reputation proceeds me
I know just how you’ll perceive me
But I’m begging please believe me
Please open your eyes and see me
I am a human
I am crawling and falling and calling
I need you to hear me, come near me, don’t fear me
while you flee, watch me bleed, please don’t leave
cause I’m flying and I’m crying, but I’m dying
Life is like a car without brakes
Except on fire and filled up with snakes
It frantically flies, as if scraping the skies
And will probably end up in a lake
But life has a deadline in mind
Right now,
There is a child born,
Opening its eyes for the first time,
Taking in the light of a world it has not yet explored,
Breathing in the air that encases it’s small and helpless body,
To be 18 and clueless goes hand and hand with growing up.
To be 18 and clueless is to sometimes be embarrassed when someone asks what your major is, and you don’t have a clear-cut answer.
If you ever lose me
You did not chose me
I am a river
You are the bay
I pour all of me into you
For our connection to stay
If you lose me
You did not chose me
I don’t want to be quiet anymore,
(that really bothers me.)
I want to fill the silences and make people smile.
I don’t want to be lost anymore.
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
By : Brianna Garcia
1,2,3
hey little Bri
Everything has changed
It's not how it used to be
from a shy little girl
curled up in her head
to a full grown women
All beings
All surviving
All with a desire to live
Take a hold of life by the reins
And watch it all change
Realize that the ability to just be is not the ability to be living
You cannot see
What is unseen.
You cannot feel
What is not felt.
The lines between
Do not fall to observe.
The truth is there
It is just unheard.
Your eye can tell
I have always been afraid of aging
This fear often has left me raging
Funerals have always left me scared
They left me with the burden to bare
Waiting.
Waiting for a sign,
Broken, damaged, lost,
Crying for help,
Screaming into the void,
‘Help me, please, someone help me.’
I see the pills
A pile
On my bed
I shake off the fog
That was in
My head
I am awake
Alive
What I’m Not
September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday
There’s music in the hills
Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides
That which I’ve never heard
Can i breathe? , yes
Yes i can
Can i see?, yes
Yes i can
Can i live, no
No i can't
My life is a gift , that i have yet to open
But i'm scared my gift , isn't what i wanted
In The Middle
August 31, 2018 ~ Friday
Every person, tall or leaning
Building what they thought was meaning
My mentor is the one that I respect
She gave me her honest opinion
Advised and sent me in the right direction
She shown me a better way of life
She nourished me
And hurt when I hurt
Oft awake a feeling,
Total misery.
Cat starts a meowing,
Come and feed me.
Stretch yawn and wonder,
Will I ever feel free?
This deep and heavy burden,
Within deep Centre of me.
Didn't start out this way,
Was always an innocent boy,
Curly haired, lively, out of control,
Could sometimes be.
Play fighting was instinctive,
Big Daddy, Bruce Lee and Mad Harry,
The names,
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound
Eternally cursed, because a snake that could converse
Because of an apple off a tree, how gullible can you be?
Right, veering right,Left, swooping left.Orange cones, white lines, speed bumps
Preventing me from zooming so fast.But I wouldn't because... I know me.
Racehorse
The Kentucky Derby was yesterday at 4 pm and the bullet shot
Like a fire in the air.
Her eyes are rolled back like the way the sea curls into sand
i sat through the rain.
and everytime i saw shelter i ran.
how could i live without the rain?
how could i live without the silence being broken?
rain isn't quiet, i promise.
it has a voice,
Atop the mountain lies an end,Past this hill, around the bend,A fruitful glade, a home yet found,Yes just beyond our living mound.
You tell me everything will turn out
That I have my whole life ahead of me
But what if I don't?
What if there isn't that much time left?
Is it so bad to want to see
everywhere that isn't here?
I live moment to moment
Heck, I am the moments
I am that moment when you're in the middle of texting someone and they call you
Awake upon this garden
You who belies life and lives
For the wind in your hair
Sing upon this sunshine
You who decries truth and spies
Magic in the air
Golden opportunity mixed
Dreams are an awful thing,
Mice of Men livin' on fantacy.
Can't end well, only die brutally.
Ignorance is bliss
only when the alternative is this
reality.
Which way will fare the best?
Drift…
But not too far!
As far as you can…
It’s dangerous!
It’s beautiful…
You want to die?
To finally live…
I cant be held
because I am an empty space
and even on the better days
when I become this stack of brittle bones
I wont let you hold me
you know my lungs collapse each morning
to you, a year from now-
when climbing up the lighthouse stairs
you must always consider the pawn.
all the puppets placed for a someday, whale
Happiness
We all strive for it
It is what we live for, after all.
Some achieve it, to some degree,
How can I explain how I’m feeling?
How can I say to you that I’m going insane?
How can I speak of my desires?
When your desire is for me to be a liar?
How can I chill?
When all I have in my soul is fire?
Back to school.
Back to 3 am ice cream runs and coffee running through my veins.
Back to word limits and pop quizes.
Back to study groups that aren't really study groups.
Thankful,
a short word denying a bond's regression
a soldier fighting the war
between conformity and expression
When I wake I can
Taste the salt in my tears
Right to left, left to rightwe are safe, in the dark of night.With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so brightdon't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
Open your door, and walk outside.The cool breeze running it's oxygenized fingers through my strong blonde hair.There's no need for negativity at a time like this.
What is it that I have erroneously misplaced?Do I have leave a trail to retrace?Has my vision blurred?Am I walking life in a drunken slur?Do I spend too much time staring at the stars,
I am constantly bouncing,
From one moment to another,
Some happy, some not.
I am constantly living,
From one day to another,
Some enjoyable, some not.
I am constantly smiling,
1460 nights agotogether,
we sit
on top of a stranger’s washer and dryer
our legs swing
our hearts pound
I wasn't meant to be beautifulI wasn't meant for the pleasing of your eyesor the stirring of your inner loveI am meant to set a fire beneath youto make you quake in your boots
This is all an eye opener for me
Well in the MAN’S eyes
As babies, we are taught several things before we grow
WE choose what we want to be
Then MAN tells us what we MUST do in order to be what WE WANT to be
Live in your bubble for a day
Not for a lifetime
Look up and see the world
The world outside your own
That is the world you live in
Not the one you've created
Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. (Genesis 1:3)
A single drop of water creates a ripple in the pond,
And the ripple resonates through the waters
le rêve et l'amour
my dreams and my heart
are flying free
from the dark
hope springs forth
from an untapped well
I see the light permeating
my cells
the world's noise
Dawn Approaches
Bells shrill ringing alerts me to the approaching dawn.
To lift the weary head off a pillow throwing off blankets that offer warmth.
We are poems.
A poem is an artistic expression,
Crafted by a mind whose only intention
Is to see itself and its deepest conceptions
Be seen by the world.
A poem is a breath of life;
In our youth we are weeds
Growing, unwanted
In pots made for ourselves
From the collarbones of giants.
Tenacious, stubborn
Stronger than flowers
Who grow when invited
And die when told.
I met a shy girl once.
We were at a night club on a karaoke night.
I challenged her to shots and she said,
"If i get drunk I might be tempted to sing."
"Would you sing if you were sober?" I asked and she said,
i was 18 when i learned to spiral out of control, when i learned what a car crash felt like and how it hurt to hit rock bottom and not want to get back up. i was eighteen when depression hit like a freight train, when i lashed out at love and lear
Days suck
and people suck
Waiting sucks
and needing sucks
But then there are
Days and people and moments
Life has us all under a leash. We don't notice we're going under one simple routine. Everyone has one unstoppable destination. How long we last until we reach that destination? It's only known based on our determination.
I don't know...
I can't shake the preening feeling...
That I'm not really living...
And even though it's not a physical pain-
It's a dull persisting ache-
And even though no one else is living
She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face.
No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise.
He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.
When you feel that breeze on a Sunday,When you feel the world flowing,There is a feeling of peace. When you wake up to the sunlight's kisses,When you stay up to the night's rhythm and blues, There is a feeling of harmony. When you lose to a fami
At thirteen I lost my reason to live,
my sister, Virginia, became a stillborn
My heart was torn in not two, but a hundred pieces
A demon was created inside of my head
I was told from others she deserved to die
So, there is Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...and I want to experience it. Feel death just beneath my grip, as a lazy smile and a witty quip. Unfamiliar like home, somewhere nonexistent, where I don’t belong. Steel buses and late night rushes, clo
Why don't I just kill myself?
Already you're worrying, letting out a moan
And Questioning my mental health
As you dial 911, Fearing that I'll soon be a dial tone
I am a girl, I think
Sucking on the fingers of the sun and
Crossing my eyes to protect my soul from demons
I am the child of lux conception, I think
The flash of HD illumination lighting my way into
My voice echoes off these white walls. I feel so alone. Actually, I think I feel nothing at all. The sun is starting to set. Damn, the sun is leaving me too? What can save my shattered soul? What else can I do?
True Living
True living is working towards the life you want
Accepting a discontent with the life you have
We are getting pulled on strings
we wish one day to grow our wings.
One day we would like to see
what we are made to be.
As for now be proud,
speak your thoughts out loud.
Day after day
You start thinking about what you have done
You are exhausted
And you wonder when is it all going to stop
You work
And work
In the night sky
The star’s twinkle
To the rhythm of my heart
The man in the moon
Sings me to sleep
With the sweetest melody
Made of light and convex beams
Colors dance in the daylight
If you ask Google “what are the most essential resources to sustain human life?”
Google will tell you that food, water, oxygen and a moderate temperature are the
basic necessities for human survival.
When we die,
We don’t need anything.
We walk to our deaths as we are,
With nothing to hold us down but a
Small chain of memory wrapped around our minds.
Take away necessities,
Phone, computer, keys, and car.
Take away priorities,
Without them you'll go far.
Take away those who I love,
I'll miss you but I'll see you soon.
Take away my one true love,
You ask me this question
and I fire back, Why?
If you knew me
you'd know this
So don't ask me to lie.
I'm not like other kids
who want friends or family.
I'm not like other kids
Time now for ghosts
who are grand reminders
of the lessons we learned from
our thoughtful mistakes.
They can follow us through our homes
and out the door
and onto the next.
It is my conscious will
My want to always till
A world that never stays still.
It is my conscious awareness
My life I impress
On a world ravaged with tests.
It is my conscious emotion
A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing.
If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils.
But count the eyes first.
With stained eyes and blurry vision
I tried and tried with much precision
But no matter what I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t take away the emptiness I felt
However, I did gain a deeper understanding I can barely articulate,
Life happens
in an instant.
No one
is resistant
to life’s great fate.
Forget the gloomy end
so near.
I’m seated in a comfy chair,
he’s running his fingers through my hair,
I’m thinking aloud as I write,
Living,
What's the point?
Without friends and family,
Why am I in this joint?
Without love,
Without care,
What am I gonna do?
I simply cannot do this
Without you.
It's true.
Without it you wouldn’t be carbon-based.Without it you don’t have the energy to make enough ATP to move.Without it you sit in your room half-dead,that’s why certain words leave the air knocked out of you.
My child, look at me.
You are so beautiful and precious to me.
I love you more than the sun and the moon
and the twinkling stars in the heavens.
What happened to you- it's done,
A day of joy was for all
From the past days of toils
A happy day it was for him
Seeing her and shake handsin fear
Joy others had
Parading parades with screams
I encountered Death
On a day of nothing more.
He stared into my heart
Fiery eyes blazing.
Death’s look was quaint and curious,
Almost shocked to see my face.
It was then I realized, I had
The Earth, The Planets, The Universe.
awesome
Stars. Galaxies. The fact it all exists beyond my bedroom window.
awesome
I look into The night sky and think,
"awesome"
Life descends upon us unawares
living is a beauty so beguiling
As a human subject to her whim
how could you not embrace her smiling?
To awaken with such potential
you know even with all the pain in my life
i still live each day and get through the night
i must still be looking for something or maybe someone
because if i wasnt looking you bet i'd just run
Why is life so complicated with people playing hearts for diamonds and digging gold with spades willing to club others for their gain?
Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
I saunter throughthe vibrant copseto absorbI becomeverdantI ama treeplantedby the rivers ofliving waters.
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I lost another poemthis morningin the early airbetween my home and my carI failed to net itput it in my poem jarit flew awaywill it be aroundsomewhereover therewhen I get back?
I LookedI looked for lifeon a dusty trailkicking a rock for milesand I saw a shooting star.I looked for lifeup in the skywatched the birds soarand saw shapes in the clouds.
Life is happening. In the city, in the wilderness, on an island, or in the desert. I spread my arms out to their farthest reach. Exhaling all of my fears and inhaling all of the joy's I am about to experience.
My sun-kissed hands wrap around this warm, steaming mug.
Bringing this mug to my eager pink lips,
Gloom in Bloom Gloom in Bloom
In happiness and tomb
With treasure and help
With hurt and yelp.
With fun and sun
With God and non
Alone, in quiet
My heart is ariot.
Feelings are swelling
Ghetto babies rap their own lullabies because mommy just can't seem to hush their screeching cries
For the love that lies within the cracks of her arms that enjoy being kissed by the needle of her one true love
2012
I am the subject of a tragedy.
My dark brown eyes look down to hide the pain.
The frown upon my lips urges you to turn away from me.
I flinch at your affection, because I've seen 'love' hurt people.
As a boy I was always told to get a great career and always make sure that I am on the path towards success.
As a teen I was told to stay out the streets, keep my head in the books, and to do my best.
Free
From everything I used to be
Re-writing my history
Picture by picture I’m finding me
I’m alright
My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
The Day you Died I felt
Nothing.
It's not that I didn't care. No, I did.
But I felt an abyss. Emptiness. A black hole.
No sensation. You dead, I alive
But both, in destiny, tied.
I honestly,
Thought for you.
No,
Not of you.
For
You.
I thought if I put myself,
In your head
That,
It would be easier to get
An answer.
It was.
It so was.
Hands swiping the screen
Hot, sweaty fingers ruining the perfectly delicate smooth glass shield of the device
Two pairs of eyes, feeling the burn of the blinding light
It's a lousy life when you live to die
Caught in a world of thieves, heartaches, broken dreams
In trying to get by your stream of faith runs dry
Living inside a slum
Pain's sting starts feeling numb
1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, 5 mississippi.
I just wasted 5 seconds of my life.
6 mississippi, 7 mississippi, 8 mississippi, 9 mississippi, 10 mississippi.
I'm determined
you can't deter me
I won't stop going like I'm fuckin furby
these irrelavent motherfuckers they can't hurt me
I have a hell of a dream
I gotta prove that I'm worthy
why,
at the age of five do I ask myself "why"?
Why does my dad tell me he has to go away for a long time?
Why am I the only one left?
Why does my mom speand so much time alone with her friends instead of me?
When all you feel is tired
And don't know where you belong
Like everything you've ever done
Is completely wrong.
How do you keep living
How do you survive
Should I take a chance, or just fallback? I don't want to get hurt for my concern. I leave it all to God to tell me the way, but is it the right thing to do for my sake.? 01°30•15°
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
<3
You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
Ugly, repulsive, boring, plain
Is what we believe others see in us.
But through filters there is nothing we gain,
It’s our own mind that creates such a fuss.
Take away the photoshop and filter,
Come up with a poem of you, they say.
Who are you? What should we know?
To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18,
with the future on my mind
and a reminiscent heart.
My soul resides at home,
Everyone you meet -
the ones that you avoid-
these people are your reflection.
See yourself as they see you,
Would you be welcomed or Rejected.
Every day I put a mask on my face.
I pick out my flaws and try to erase
The "imperfections" our society has set.
Impossible standards that have yet to be met.
So who am I behind the mask?
I can't breatheI cant growI can't reachMy aspirations are made in desperationin the belief that if I don't change my occupationI will become nothingMy excellence is irrelevant
What I'm about to say is from what I've learned
No matter your agreement or concern
Poetry can be written by anyone
No matter by paper or touge
Your reason or cause
I'm just another colored kid living in the suburbs. Picket fences all around, all painted my neighbors color.
Life is difficult,
Of course it is.
Do you really expect it to be so easy?
Life is cruel,
It throws things our way,
Things we cannot prepare for,
and yet we make it through the day.
Pounding, bam, bam, bam.
Slapping, bam, bam, bam.
Hundreds of feet hit the cold ground
a stampede of people all around
Going, going, going onwards.
And why not?
Rooftop sightseeing,
while the sun goes down.
Makes my heart starts to ponder,
as the bird reaches it's high,
and the breeze of the wind embraces me,
then makes me feel the essence of positivity.
It all just got a lot easier
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know how
But I’m not about to argue
Because these last few days
Have me smiling like an idiot
An idiot that walks around in a haze
Being flawless isn't always easy.
To achieve true beauty, you must believe
that you can do whatever you set your mind to.
I never let myself see the downside of my dream.
You work hard, you smile at every
You are not invisible
not in any way, shape, or form.
I know you see things differently.
you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking.
You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
Free wind
Free air
Free fall
with fear
Can't stop
Won't stop
Fall
Freely
Fall
I wish I could understand gravity...
Not scientifically
But the simplicity
Truth lies in the words we speak
Truth lies in the words we hear
Truth hides when lies are told
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever
I want to make an impact that would change the world
There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
Age is but a state of mind,
Ignorance is bliss but makes us blind.
The true beauty hidden in plain view,
To be plucked from a tree and birthed anew.
A Juliet in every Apple's seed,
Change is all around.
No matter where you go you can't hide.
I have tried so many times to hide
but I always get caught.
People leave and some stay
that is the way of life.
I hate it. I hate it all.
There are things that people judge you on.
My conclusion is that their opinions are wrong.
All the bully's out there, no longer bring me despair.
In fact, I found they judge because they've never been shown whats fair.
I remember the way the filters made me look,
so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new.
I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,
Don't glance at me with empty eyes,
I demand that double take from fiery irises directed at laugh lines and a squinty-eyed smile.
Looking in the mirror you'll see something that naturally I think is horific,
cheeks too wide, mouth too small, eyes although pretty in color are not big enough to stand out.
This hallowed land,
Where the ancient fell
Our ancestors, enemies
And friends
They have died upon
This hallowed land
Many tears we
Have shed
Over battles lost
With lives the cost
Seeker
Stroking waves call anon,
Restlessly seeking laughter and love
Filling this empty air
Clouds block the sun from above
Refractions of loss plunder this mirror
Timeless Time draws nigh
How can I tell you who I am?
Through the snap of a single square.
It is hard enough when face to face,
Look closer if you dare.
How can I show you who I am?
With a simple crooked smile.
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
What is beauty? Do you know? Is it the brand that you rock or the girls you see in the music videos? Society has confused the real meaning of beauty.
They left you a piece of coal
Take revenge by becoming a diamond
And no diamond can be made without pressure.
After the pressure of your past and problems you overcame
More contrast here
A bit of saturation there
Is this an interesting way to stare?
What’s the correct stance for a bathroom pose?
Does this shirt convey my knack for prose?
It’s up to followers I suppose
Blissful years gently sway by
I’m just dancing through life
average life for average girl
but one blistering winter night
I am like a man,
flawed and broken,
left on the hot sand
to fry and crisp like a token.
The shell created by social brutality
falls away to reveal the shining
soul climbing through harsh reality,
A 17 year old child applying for college,
built for success, wisdom, and knowledge.
A plethora of information has been deposited into him,
But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
Flawless simply a word of perfection
flawless what everyone wants. be aware dont be scared
show ur inerself.let the be what makes you makes you flawless
Natural Hair, Natural Smile, No MakeupCall that #Nofilter just natural beautyMany will say why you look like thatYour response I just want to be me
I am from Teddy, the brown nosed
secret keeper,
from the heart of my impeccable savior.
I am from the impossibly high imperial
castle that protected me from countless
encounters with “el loco”.
Who am I ?
Im a young black African American teen.
The one who always gets in trouble.
Always getting locked behind bars.
Six feet in the ground.
Or a bullet wound.
Who am I ?
Who am I behind the camera? What do I see when the sun doesn’t shine on me and mask my imperfections? Who am I after I spend hours editing just to cover a few blemishes?
A shy, fragile boy;Curious to see the world.Dreams he is uncomfortablesharing with the world.Not that he is afraidof their ignorant opinions,But because he doesn't want
I see me one way.
You see me another way.
You see me:
Short with brown hair,
Thick in the legs but perfectly shaped body,
A face of an angel,
Pretty brown eyes and soft brown skin,
Look in the mirror, what do I see?
Without all my filters I feel vulnerable to it all.
A girl who has wasted far too many opportunities,
pursuing all the wrong things until she had to take that wake up call.
She's a different type of girl,
under all that founation, eyeliner and blush,
you may think she's an open book but oh how she keeps things at a hush!
I'm afraid of the dark
A creeping sense of danger
I flip on the lights
There on the table
Metallic in glow
A skull of human proportions
Box it up in cardboard
Save it for another day
Without warning, it erupts.
Like a storm it takes us by surprise,
the torrent encases the strongest of wills.
We watch as our lives are torn away without want.
Screaming
scratching
clawing
What do you mean filter?
I've always been too honest for my own good.
Since I was little I never really tried to filter myself.
I was always truthful with how and who I was.
Peel them off
The false eyelashes that shoves glue in your eyes
The fake nails that break off the moment you try to have fun
One by one
Wipe it off
The lipstick that stick to your teeth
With a filter i am different
Without a filter i am me
For without a filter i am who i was meant to be
Without perfect hues and perfect color
But i am me, and not some other
I turn my face away,
gripping my cheek.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make you mad.
I never do,
I don't know how to make you happy.
My third eye has awakened.
It has been close for years and years.
You know when you eye has open when the mind has opened.
It can never been seen unless seen death at its strongest.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Breathe in then breathe out
Pitch black
The smell outside
Is the smell of a future
Thrown away into the depths
I’m not one who has an alter ego,a lie people create when they’re feeling shallow,an ideal to covet and try to uphold,when in reality they are much less bold.
Tati who has wings like a blanket
and asks who loves him
who is wind and a rock and a shoulder
who is a trailblazer and an alarm clock
whose hair is like the breath of a kite,
What is money without those you love
Everyone wants grip allow me to be the glove
You wonder why the stars get coked up
While there are people struggling to get coated up
It is the highest expectations that have the furthest to fall,
Anxiety is crippling,
Is explosive.
I attempt to hide
Under the guise of sleep.
Yet slipping into my disguise
I cannot hide-
I am sought out.
Anxiety cripples me,
I explode.
Her morning turned worse
And inside every detail would seem to radiate change
Like oiled chrome paint with unexpected comfort
The driver glimpsed ahead,
Steering down, the expanding ride,
selfies reflect us,
right?
or at least they are what
we want to be
seen as.
an edited face
a funny pose
loads of makeup
a smile.
sometimes
these are all
Baby, I've been thinking about us lately, The way I smile when I'm in your arms, How you make me feel safe and at home, I just wanted to let you know, I love you, and I don't want to live without you, so lets forget about tomorrow, Lets forget abo
Every night I will
Rise into the dark lit sky
like a flawless star
Flawless like rubies
Precious as the red bright sun
For the world to see
We are a messed up generation
We hurt the ones that love us the most
and love the people that couldn't give two shits about us
Time has warped my view as to what the word "love" really means
Some of us confuse it
Yes honey, I woke up like this
Better yet, I was born like ths
My confidence is hard to miss
I am a normal girl hiding behind a secret that i only trust a few with.
I am a country girl that likes to get down and dirty,but i am a little shy.
Do you remember the first time we met
You showed me Love that I'll never forget
As time went by me and you got real close
Behind all that editing lies a young and beautiful girl,
full of beauty and imagination
I have been told
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
When I grow old
I want to see Christ walk my way
I have been blessed with many gifts
Somehow I want to use them
First, the feelings of unworthiness
battle for domination of mind and soul
They, seemingly irrelavent, are allowed in
These do not want to be known from the outside
So they hide themselves behind a joyful face
Start the day working.
Whether it is on a car
Or on a drawing.
I work untill it is done.
Throughout my years,
I've been broken down
and I've been built up.
I've loved
and I've lost.
I've changed others
and I have changed.
I've drank
and I've smoked.
I've cried
I have scars
I have demons
I have flaws
But these don't define me
What I have conquered,
That gave me these scars,
What I have vanquished,
That created those demons
Staring at the expressionless reflection on the other side of the mirror
Searching for the hopes and dreams and aspirations that once became me
Looking through my perilous soul
I see nothing but a toll
Is this me I see in this photo
Or just a way to fit in with a motto
Nothing ever seems the same
With filters getting all the fame
I embraced myself when I couldn't stand
I became my own friend and my own enemy
I used my heart, my mind, and soul
Death talked to me
I shut him down
I healed my wounds
I only grew stronger
There are days where I start slow and finish fast
There are days where I start fast and finish slow
But regardless of how I finish, I am still standing
Alive and Kicking, despite what life throws at me
I am a pile of leaves waiting to be affected by the winds of time;
Scared of what the future holds.
I lay here calm and collected, my emotions trapped inside;
Bursting at the seems, my sanity is wavering.
No pimple or pill popping
Yet so beautiul the world's stoping
Overweight and in the hood
Smiling as much a could,
because I can.
Comfort over style
Voice ringing for miles
Feeling the haze of
Watching Christmas movies in July.
Singing off key to the radio.
Expressing my feelings all the time.
Crying just to cry.
Loving my dog like she is my baby.
Lauging at the wrong moment.
Most of us
defined by flaw
use harmful words
that make us fall
But have you ever
stopped to think
that instead of these flaws
making us sink
They make you who
I am Flawless
It feels like when I don't speek up I'm jawless
I step up to the plate everywher I go; I'm fearless
I would never hurt a living thing; I'm harmless
I am my own man; I'm ownerless
I feel like crap
In the mirror you can see
The deprivation of my oh so needed sleep
With dark circles surrounding my eyes
I feel like I could cry
Makeup can’t be seen in sight
My giant freckles are flawless.
Now that I think about it, so are my huge feet.
Hey, what's so bad about it? It makes me unique.
Yeah I may be different, but that's part of the game.
I am flawless, though not everyone knows
I am flawless, doesn't it already show?
the media may try to convince otherwise
People look at me,
and only see
the bad.
I do get mad,
but that's only one side of me.
Look for the key,
to see what I really am about.
However, do not be a snout.
thier is always something intresting
from the how i live every day
but for some reason every day is challenging day
i wake up not knowing what is gong to hit me
if its a curb ball or a dogde ball
I’m a content creator,
Not a content replicator,
But when I was younger I wanted nothing more than to fit in.
But when I grew up,
It turned up,
That people liked me more when I was different.
Here I am.
All alone, yet somehow surrounded, by the lights, the noise, and the all the people, so slow.
Is it slow?
I am me and me is I. Both the same person but diffrent at the same time.
I is out going and loves to talk. Me is shy and likes to be alone.
Both so diffrent yet both are the same.
i happen to not say the truth all the time
i close my eyes to escape it all
From a young age, the objective has been beautyA beautiful body, a flawless face was what I aspired toMy course with preset to a perfect appearance As I grew, I learned my role well
If she told you she was flawless, she would be lying through her slightly crooked teeth.
Want to hold your hand,
It's right there for me to grab,
I feel close to you,
I'd hate to see you go, don't.
My beauty is flawless
It doesn't cost more nor cost less
My beauty doesn't come from the magazines of Ebony and Essence
My beauty comes from how I grace others with my presence.
I woke up like this, flawless, I woke up like this, beauty so rare. I woke up like this, girl with dreads, I woke up like this pretty dark skin. I woke up like this thick in the hips.
I've lived in one house my entire life.
The memories vibrating in the flesh of the walls.
Flawless
wierd word twisted meaning
im flawless because of my flaws
the one every one notice
Fire happiness takes its majestic rule,
Fiction tricks are gone for now
Hours read, life slides.
Thunder thrash, smells tinker,
Muttering muzzles, gentle face
Attitude foxes whine out, "Food, Food!"
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society
Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty.
I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
Life is a strange wonder. It's a difficult thing to understand.
I am a strange person. I can't understand myself.
When I wake out of bed,
I see a young girl dressed in red.
Her brown wavy hair in a bun,
Atop her head.
Olive skin, and big brown eyes
Full of honor and pride.
So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today?
And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay
No.
I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
Life is hard no doubt
It hits you from every side
There is no way out
Death is no option
It is for all the cowards
Those who are not strong
I thought I was the flawless in the past.
But now I realize that with the critiques and the mistakes I've made,
I am flawless with a cause.
I am flawless because I have flaws on the outside that teach me.
Once a man asked the crow,
Why I fail all the time,
Crow first laughed,
Then said Kaw - Kaw...
In our world, There isn't a word "Fail",
We crow follow nature's rule,
Never did expect,
for it to give up
but I awoke one morning wishing it were all a dream;
wishing my pancreas would wake up with
Me and realize I still needed it.
But it was never a dream, and
My name is joy and I am colored girl
brown painted work of art with wide hips and thick lips a colored girl
not just yellow blue green or red but all colors and shade swirled into one ebony colored piecea colored girl
Gems and Dimonds
and most of the lot
are smeared and bruised
by life's dirty plots
so thus we gems
so thus we diamonds
work from dust
to bring new light
we are not perfect
All you do is bring me down.
You told me I am ugly, a slut, a loser, and a monster.
I am no longer the moster.
I have finally learned how to accept myself, even if others despite me.
What makes me Flawless?
Is it the clothes I wear,
The shoes,
my face,
my hair,
No, what first comes to mind when I think of myself being flawless is ME
my personality,
my mind,
my story,
Wake up hoping for a fresh new start,
but we all know that wont be the easy part.
Simple and Nice
Is what others see.
A shy little girl;
That's displayed through me.
Quiet and calm;
Like an ocean sea.
You might even hear waves,
If you listen closely.
My name is Isobel and I know its quite simple at best but I must confess it suites me well.
I try to walk away from who i really am
I try to hide my true self
I'm scared to show everyone who i really am
I question if i'll be excepted
So i just stay to myself
Flawless,
What does it really mean?
Some perceive it as perfection,
Or what they see on TV screens.
Strangers that had a past.
Enemies that had a bond.
Two seperateminds, two seperate hearts.
Trying
Failing
Hurting
The force grows stronger
But it never touches.
Civil War of the heart.
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me
And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
I wake up to a sea of white.
Is this what society is preparing me for?
Being marginalized as "that black girl".
I expected more.
Perhaps my standards were too high,
Wild
Nappy
Untamed and uncombed
"A bird's nest"
"A hot mess"
"Mutt hair"
Is what it's been called.
The curls of a biracial child
Is a snowflake in the winter
From the Clothes that I were
To the style of my hair
There a smile on my face
That has no disgrace
True me
What I always want to be
From the sweet sound of my voice
Sometimes life seems too hard for me
And I don't care to carry on
I feel like it has beat me down
And wrote death's sweet song
People try and figure me out
But they can't find whats wrong
To strive and hold is what matters most
The love we have sometimes hard to control
We can fight and argue all day long
But in the end we know whom we belong
Life is road heading to bliss...
Some times smooth, sometimes rough.
Sometime sad sometime joy...
Don't give up hope in middle of road,
Stage by stage, good or bad,
Life isn't what I thought, It's full of mystery...
Too fast and short, too bad too good,
Different people different manners,
Too hot too cold, too lively too dull,
Who am I really?
The true me isn’t wounded so tightly to a chair on wheels just to get from place to place. But walks everywhere with such confidence and strength.
The true me doesn’t face new obstacles but new challenges.
This girl has a messed up family
TOO MUCH COLOGNE is full of secrets
SHOES has trust issues
BLACK bites
and BOOKS isolates herself.
This girl is someone extraordinary
She is a flame
I can accept my mistakes
Just as easily as I bake cakes.
I can always move forward with my life,
Yet I also know how to sharpen a knife.
To bond with creatures
Is not only in my nature,
Mirrors tell the truth, you see
They are blunt and honest, the worst but best kind too
It's hard trying to see yourself when it's impossible too.
You can't count on people's words either.
Family…
The definition of it: is a group of persons who came from the same ancestor
Sadly though no one wants a family anymore
From the generation that has now been born
love is nothing to pease
war is death to us all
between god an angels the war is small
to us love is all
peace inposible
war always untll we are dmned
etween devils and god we're left for dust
I need to be flawless,
For if I am not,
I no longer wish to be here,
If I allowed myself to become, You,
Then I am no longer flawless,
But I am, I am Me,
Me, is a special word,
Break away from everything.
Are you aware of whom you are?
Remember when you were little and you knew
Exactly what you wanted in life?
You look at me with empty eyes
The filter removed, no longer bearing the pain of lies
Creative
Trapped in by no faith
Art
Never to be seen by my own
Hope
Lost before myself
Is it true what everyone say
I'm shy ,quite, lonely,sad
Or is it just they don't know
I am way more I am a girl that
Is strong that been though a lot
But still bouncing back
The outside doesn't matter,
Even if you are a bit fatter.
What counts is what is on the inside
Please, don't be shy.
Shout, scream, yell it all out
Show them what you are capable of.
Flawless doesn't mean perfect,
We let celebrities and athletes define it for us.
Flawless means that you have accepted your flaws,
You've learned to love them and use them to inspire others.
Beauty is skin deep
For some that may be true
For others its not how they look
what's the point of waking up each day
when you know all you'll get is torment and life's one true love has flown away?
just to see sunshine
I was taught
That no matter what happens
I would never be "flawless".
I was TAUGHT
That who I am
Makes me flawed.
I WAS TAUGHT
That being exactly who I am
Was unacceptable.
When I first laid eyes on your goregous caramel skin, round brown eyes, and cheeky smile
I nearly fainted
And so did my parents
I could not keep this love a secret
I would not have it
What is life?
Does it exist in the form of a blooming flower?
Beauty and happiness dripping from its petals
Does it exist in the form of a child?
Ignorance and bliss keeping horrors away
The richest love
from deep within
trapped in the catacombs
and left to die
Lives longer,
Shines brighter,
Than these tedious old lies
Meant for nothing more
than to keep you satisfied
Do you think she knows?
The way she moves,
Giggling-groveling-grooving
She cares too much of who approves.
Do you think she knows?
How she makes the world turn,
Living-loving-leaping,
Im sometimes wrong, but I'm always right
sometimes I win, when I refuse to fight
Im not perfect , but who is?
I'm gonna change the world with my words of encouragement
see, look at me.
short bubbly and kind
Perfect in the eyes of others;
Flawed in the eyes of the mirror.
I have stretch marks that show I have lived and grown.
There are times when I feel ugly,
not good enough,
angry,
upset,
hateful,
but these times are punctuated with exclamation points of happiness,
enthusiasm,
feeling better,
good enough,
I rarely see shooting starsPlenty of airplanes have crossed airways above me,But they just don’t do it for me.Being man-made birds make any possible wishes on them seem materialistic.
Expressing how I feel
sometimes confuse me a great deal
Can I understand myself?
Or better yet can you?
I dont always say what I feel
But when I do I keep it real
Anywhere any place
A/N: I was thinking about what I think makes me flawless, and I think it's my intense survival instinct. So here's a poem about that.
Silent and still in her darkness she observed
The lights glowing in her milky way growing disturbed.
The stars jarred and jerked
Though their brilliant burn seemed all the same from planet Earth.
I wish I could share
with you
the euphoria I get when
I’m really,
really high
on life.
It feels as if I’m apart from my body.
It’s like a million birds singing with me,
You wear a mask like me.
We can both see it,
But neither of us have the courage to say it.
You always go above and beyond for me:
You sacrificed your time
To relieve my pain
Living behind the curtain of the perfect girl is tough
Not telling anyone what is actually going on is tough
I've been through a lot in my short lifetime
A few years ago my best friend called me a slut behind my back
Independence;
What I strived for at the start of my first breath.
Eating, crawling, walking, talking,
by myself.
I longed for the day
when I could be free.
I felt so trapped
A girl with curls one may observe,
but She has feelings, you see,
as strong as a nerve.
Pay no attention to me;
I'm just a memory,
Just a child in a woman's body,
a nameless face in the proverbial sea.
But beneath the face,
I'm a fighter full of fire
and a scorpio.
I'm a laugherI'm a comedianI'm a jokester
I'm a loverI'm compassionateI'm a hugger
I'm a realistI'm a black womanI'm a journalist
I’m not who you think me to be;
I’m not a sweet innocent girl,
waiting or searching for love.
I’m not a delicate little flower,
waiting to bloom.
Have it your way.
Or instead, let’s do it my way.
Leaving you, to suffer, to fail, and
To die.
Leaving you to run into your own
Enigmatic maze.
Who am I? Who are you?
A mirror.
I am you. I am the reflection of you. The true you. Your heart. Your soul. Your inner being. Your every essence. You have an indelible presence.
When your emotions are bottled up,
Sealed away beneath the depths of your heart
And past your soul,
It makes you feel saddened,
No one has ever tried to search that deep
To find what you really are,
If I cry or if I'm down
My resillence picks me back up
My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger
My confidence is not found in a cup
When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong"
and that just does the trick
I may be short, but oh, do these legs make me stand tall.
These legs, yes, MY legs give me the strength to do as I choose.
And how I appreciate these wonderful creations God has given me
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel.
A smile on your face, they tell you what to say.
One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told.
One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel.
A smile on your face, they tell you what to say.
One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told.
One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
Why follow a crowd?
Never have fit in with a pack.
I've always taken the " small leap of faith" so they say.
Natural hair? Psh I've dyed my hair so many colors natural isn't even an option anymore!
You can’t see me?
Good
I don’t want you to.
I stand behind this curtain
Behind this wall
So I am away from you
From your judgment
Because you don’t know who I am.
I am a great person
She sees it in their eyes as they decide
and turn their backs.
Tears trace black tracks
down her stony face.
Sadness sits on her like a second skin.
She pushes it, past vein and blood and bone.
Down
What’s said is done for you
I have no control over me
What’s said, what’s said
I have no life of mine
Dreams dreamt, time passes
All I’ve done is to please you
No life for me but to serve you
Who am I? Am I my Own
Or one to live your own?
Locked inside, kept away
Where is this place I try?
--Try to reach out? In the distance,
--Where I see a glow?
Shut out, shunned from
The world is filled with upset teens
Burdened with the pressure of perfection.
Always striving to be lean,
Get speed dressed, eat quickly, rush to school. . .
Get good grades, get compliments, feel awkward. . .
Get sister, get home, get sleep. . .
Wake up and do it all over again.
Girls.
Overpriced makeup. It
Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
Yes I am flawless, from the color of my skin to the brown glow in my eyes. I am a soaring bird, who always flies. Obstacles stand hand to hand waiting for a perfection to come on their land.
Reasons why I am flawless:
I am not. I have a dead rose garden buried in my body and a barbed wire fence around my heart.
French vanilla is what they see of me
and has always viewed me as
lack of sun is what they may say
but African American is me all the way
the background of my family is what I would
Breathe in
Breathe out
The exhale is a gust
blowing the pain of depression out
Bulimia catch the tale wind leave me please
No you bring me
right back to the beginning
Momma don't drink
Your feet are too big
Your feet are too small
Your legs are too thick
Your legs are too thin
Your butt is big
Your butt is small
Be who I am
Your tummy is so flat
Two sides of the same coin
yet so different
one puts a religious front
and the other a complete non believer
mother and father wouldnt approve
thanks to them my curtain is locked
fool proof
You (Flawless)
She wakes up and starts her day
Gets in the car and goes to school
Everyone she walks by, she says, “Hey”
Beatuiful girl,
who sits up high in the sky.
Your more than your beatuiful cures and thighs.
Beatuiful girl,
who sits up high in the sky.
Your blemishes and imperfections are your perfections.
It's true no one is perfect.
But everyone can become Flawless.
I'm flawless in my own way.
I am Fanatical.
I am Loyal.
I am Accepting.
I am Whimsical.
I am Lovable.
I am Enthusiastic.
The wind carries my soul away from this society that is oh so cruel
, and I am greeted by the birds in the sky
The magnificent richness that is the human experience would lose part of it charm if there wasn't limitations to surpasr. Climbing to the top wouldn't be half as splendid if there wasn't a dark obstacle filled valley to go through.
Living is wanting more,always more;
Wishing, not for appetite,but for illusion.
Oh illusion, this is the signal of life;
Love,that is life.
Loving till you can give yourself for what you love.
To those who look
nothing seems extraordinary
a standard face, two eyes
a nose, high cheek-bones
they look at her with big bright eyes
little do they know she rages inside
they look at her like she's an angel sent from above
little do they know she's far from being jesus white dove
Grasping his cold, calloused hand tightly,
My throat squeezed itself even tighter.
I looked up with cloudy eyes and fading hope.
His eyes glazing with his own tears, he said my name.
Flawed; simply those who stand with imperfections, and have mental or physical blemishes.
I believe you are what you think you are...
Self-fulfilling prophecy
I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror,
To see who I am and wonder if I need to change.
The media shows us that we are inferior,
That without being slim and muscular we are strange.
She felt the morning passing by,
Sun lifted up in midday-sky.
She heard the bluebirds start to sing,
Oh what a frail, miraculous thing!
Yet all these subtle presents missed,
i do not want to be the girl that makes you forgetyour nights filled with loathing and apathyor that pushes the thoughtof suicide from your cluttered closet of a mindi want to be the girl that makes you remember
Verse 1:
Why do I fall when I stand
why do I sink when I swim
and why when I try these things never go as planned
when I'm around you everything I try to do seems to fail
I want to be strong.
I want to be pretty.
I want to be heard.
Someone will always have what we want,
but cherishing what we have is the best thing to own.
I always thought,
and thought.
A beautiful face is that all you see , desighner on her back , matched with the gucci shoes and using common phrases such as ...."I sip my tea ".
My portfolio
Is my best friend.
My portfolio
Is my worst enemy.
My portfolio
Will help me pass Financial Lit. class.
The life we live, we never asked for
since the day we was born we was assigned a book
and everyday starts off on a blank white piece of paper called a page
and every big event is a new chapter
He is the world to me,
Yet he is so much more to me
No one could imagine such a lovely face
He's just so beautiful in so many ways
"There's nobody like you girl"
I'm just so glad that he came into my world
When in life,
In times of strife,
One must be a leader.
Whether it sounds its command in a roar or a squeak,
Whether it executes with the hand of the strong or the mind of the weak,
She rides the bus every day to school,
and people tell her she is uncool.
Every day she eats lunch with the teacher,
Delicate as a flower,
precious as gold.
Pure in heart,
blossoming white as snow.
A mother's first born is a flawless love.
To have and to hold,
to fly away like a dove.
Family by fate,
When I was born,
I was born as myself.
A unique little girl,
Unlike anyone else.
I was one of a kind,
Someone very special.
I was in charge of my life,
The queen of my own world.
Im not a pefect girl;
Never have been, never will be.
With this statement,
People will hate on other people
They will put them down and make them feel like nothing
Just because they don't look a certain way or dress a certain way
Depressed-depressed and purged from joy
I stand in the absence of men.
Fears of course are not lacking
And regrets I continue stacking.
Yet how generous is your hatred’s provider
I am
the girl with all of the coolest clothes, and the most friends in school,
the girl who everybody looks up to, and the NHS scholar,
I've heard that life isn't worth leaving.
That it's selfish to take your life away.
Why do we think that way?
Has life taken us in it's death grip?
Can we stand up, can we take the trip?
Breathe...
As life passes too quikly,
the whistle blows, the crowd screems!
Silence...
All you have is yourself in the end
live for what you want
not for what you have.
No one can know for sure what it's like
to be me, to be her, to be him
No one can know the feelings inside
Still children
Babies really
Trying to play at being adults
Anxious for the future
Sorry that the present leaves so fast
Here we are
Still children
Someone may ask
What uplifts you
You may say something obvious
Summer, friends, food, family, your significant other
But rarely will a person ever answer, life
Living While Winning
Life with barriers your losing,
Life with insecurities your losing.
“The Prosecution Rests”
This room gets smaller by the second. I swear that my winter-wear was
underestimated. It seems cool when you’re on the outside, but as soon as
Just because you're alive,
Doesn't mean you are living.
Not even if you shout,
Or your feet keep moving.
Living is more,
Then just a daily chore.
Embrace it,
Love it,
Stop making it a bore.
EMBRACE LIFE
Everything Happens for a reason
You can go through bad things or Good things
If you go through bad things
Just Embrace it
If you go through Good things
Though your pain, can last a while
Sometimes, you just fake a smile.
Doing things you shouldn’t,
And you originally wouldn’t.
I woke up on a dirty mattress on the floor of a friends house. It's my 16th birthday. A huge milestone in a young persons life.
I wake up in the morning.
It's six o'clock and I'm yourning.
I get up out my sheets
trying to scavenge something to eat
then I gotta brush my teeth.
since i ain't in a rush
I wait for the bus
Broken roads engulfed with rubble
A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing
Who can stand to face the trouble
The hearts that burn, spurned
Eager to face another day, wanting
Coming in brisk shadows
Living in the dark corners of my mind
Bringing light into my world
As you take me away
Pushing the sails with your gentle hands
While thrusting the tides with your warm air
I’m human clay.
Burnished and molded,
Sculpted and folded,
Fired and dry,
Broken,
But not remolded.
Grated into dust
As fine as the sand
Worn down
but not worn out
Dawn is upon us
The blue sky, the beautiful roses
Let us be appreciative
Of these gifts through our choices.
I stand in the midst of this madness
The deafening sound rings out like a siren
The silence it crushes my lungs I can’t breathe
But words still escape from my mouth.
I stand on my own two feet
Heart broken by many
Body used by all them
All that I can remember is that they loved me for my face and body
They didn't care for who I was but only just as a prize
Losing a loved one
is no dought depressing
All the while you've known them
they've been a blessing
At first it may seem all that lies in store
is the unbearable pain of bearing them no more
We are not bound by blood yet nothing can separate us
I do not know you since birth yet our energies tell a different story
our lives are turning over
washing away the guilt left over from when
you're finally sober
like an omnipresent rinse cycle
yet still you foil life by kissing to a false idol
you know
Give me hope
Let me be a beautiful flower that blooms from the ashes of an un-privileged past
Give me hope
Let me feed from the opportune victals of a chance for higher education
Give me hope
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land.
The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger
to their nearby relatives.
Crystal rose,
You reflect light so beautifully,
But how does it feel to have petals of stone and not of felt?
To hold no fragrance,
To not sway melodically in the winds’ breeze,
To only be a sturdy copy?
Tonight
I have never seen the stars so bright
So vast, so full of light
I lie on my back, a frail, pale hand reaching toward the heavens
Counting the stars, numbering in sevens.
I was born a blank canvas,
nothing but white surrounded thier eyes.
i was aweful to look at.
All they felt was pain and despise.
something was missing from me,
and then i understood.
If I could change one thing, it’d be this tall, intimidating fence.
I’d tear it down and frolic away deliriously into the world that’s been waiting for me.
When I am left alone
I feel as though i'm fake.
A clay sculpture that can't live
a mistake no one can fix.
What it has done to love,
a wound never being healed,
only getting worse,
Life itself, Is our biggest challenge,
yet our best competitor, which makes us unbalanced
As children, Were born with “life” as our Inspiration
I want to disappear, fade out to black
To become one with nature
The calm, the tranquility, the comfort
I want to be lost, hidden in the trees
What does it mean to live?We eat, we sleep, and we breathe.We do so much.But for what?
A tsunami sent by one line of text
Adrenaline floods my veins-
emotions are drowning, tumbling
just trying to catch up with my brain
My heart jumps, flips, flies out of my chest-
Fresh blankets of darkness settle across the stone cold ground
Eating away at the blinding light trying to break its way inside
Not a movement is made, not a sound is heard
…Just
Another one gone,
but I don't pray for them,
not for their broken bodies,
or their short lived lives,
I pray for the ones left over,
those they left behind,
broken in spirit,
I pray for Brit,
While living in a refugee community for fourteen years, I saw many issues that needed to be fixed to make a better world. Many students weren't even allowed to be at school, and many those allowed, didn’t want to go to school.
Between what makes a snowflakeItself and a species
is a recklessness(and something deeper)
that only a soulcan know; I wonder
how many?
How many sparks(between the lines)
I’ve found Uranium and played with it.
I’ve been to the top of Mount Whitney in the freezing cold.
I’ve studied petroglyphs in rocks.
I’ve gone through caves that most people don’t know exist.
Im making my mind up to express.
Living this way is just a mess.
Laughing at nothing
Is funny when its serious.
Im Living life to the fullest
So im a gangster.
Living is dying.
The sun rises rises in my soul. The rays dance and explodelike lyrics hitting the ear. I am the song. Illusionsshatter like glass. I morph into a dazzling tapestry of shadow and light. Thesetting sun no longer reminds me of death.
I smile brightly for the world to see
So they can know how great I have lived
Knowing I do not grieve about what I did
With no pain, no hate willing to give
Hoping someday I live for something great
So you mad Ms.Teacher
I've made it to the twelvth grade.
Exspected to fail.
But look how much you get paid.
So you mad Ms.Teacher?
Your life isnt filled with my struggle.
Have you ever seen someone going through a anxiety attack?It's not an east to thing to witness.
Their body tenses against their willThey shake and cry with no cause or relief
Life has Something,
Something to fill it.
This Something will fill it to the brim.
It will also stretch life to the longest it can be,
Without, of course, making it thin you see.
Change changes the page
Of the story I live,
Rearranges the stage
Of the performance I give.
Swiftly sifting the sands
Of this time,
Surgically snipping the strands
Of my prime.
The sounds of a sweet bird; lively, buoyant, and free,
The sounds of a bitter bird; bleak, melancholy, and confined.
It's a rollercoaster, it's a rat race.
To where? you say.
Our lives entangled in the rapid pace,
sempiternally caught in the fray.
Watch the haughty businessman,
In the end we are nothing but bones-
it’s funny how death and time
ride a tandem bicycle
(time always steers-
as impatient as always-
death always pedals-
ever present-)
Cast over me, a sheet of confusion and foolishness, and yet it took more than one rude awakening in my life to help pull this sheet off my head but I still wonder why do so many tragedies had to come for me to finally understand a part of life.
I knew a girl, once long ago,Who had a funny way about her.She drew you in and led you on and left you hanging.She was clever and innocent and unsuspecting,With silver in one eye and a shard in the other.
Jugular venous pressure is estimated by positioning
A patient’s head at a 45-degree angle.
When the veins in the neck
Are swollen as high as the angle of the jaw,
Blood pressure rises.
He was immersed in the hum-drum of everyday life,
his Mondays bleeding into his Tuesdays, just as it had for fifty-five years.
Protected by his shining armor of ignorance,
he was untouchable.
It's an electric impulse
That makes you turn down the road
Which had been unknown to you before
9 watts made you think
Different is new
New is better
But if you had known
My body's aching stuck in this rut.
I'm wanting windows to open
instead doors slam shut.
I live a life that can be taken away
so easily it can be stripped from my soul.
Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
Can you see her?
can you see the acid rain falls from the skys,
every time she crys?
She walks through life with her head held high,
I'm a chromatic entity
A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning
Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow
Are you understanding me?
A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
Day by day i live for what tomorrow can bring, grasping at hope as if it were the only vine within my grasp as my body sinks in quicksand. Knowing not where i am nor where i want to go, i remain in freefall, closer to the ground each day.
I write because I’m a bird underwater
my feathers yearning for the day they become gills
my wings learning to swim
since the day that I learned the human race kills
and then rebuilds their cities with the bodies
The scratches on the papers are nonsensical to me.
If there's only one set answer, you see,
With that, you could fail indefinitely.
Math..numbers, they never cease to inspire me.
To begin something, with a blank mind
to begin somthing, where only time
can tell you if it's what you thought
only time spent, to figure what you've bought.
Most people never begin,
I am an adult in a child's body,Borrowing Mommy's risque red lipstick,Wearing her sky high black heels, andStrutting around with her cell phone in my hand.
Wind howled through the trees, making them shake uncontrollably.
The air shot through everyone's skin, it had been cold for so long.
Yet there was an end in sight, the winter weather was gone.
Stepping to the beat
dancing in the silence
swaying in the stillness
standing in the storm
step by step
walk the walk
talk the talk
trail the sidelines
crossing pathways
I love nights like
this when the sky is opened into my window
and the world comes trickling in.
I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin
and it's okay because
yeah I'm not so tough as I look
Loving; Being kind; Laughing loudly; Listening silently; Giving hugs; Observing closely because you never know what you might find...; Standing tall; Seeing clearly; Breathing deeply; Feeling Something; Remembering joy to smile; Sustaining yoursel
I tooke a pth most wouldn't
its calm and familiar to me
although most would disagree
many can't handle the path i take in life
filled with darkness but light all around
Hit the floor running, that's what they say
But there's only so far you can run
In this bricked up place with these
tiled floors filled with sickness, sad-
ness, and sterilization. But that's why I'm here:
At the start, I felt them place the chains upon me.
Decisions, ideas, thoughts they decided for me,
Pushed so hard I believed they were my own,
Yet they were so different from the writing on my heart.
Life is a beautiful thing
Though at times it can be hard
No one is ever promised a diamond ring
Or is ever given a Pass Card
Some people leave this Place too soon
Leave by cancer or accidents or harm
For $10 an hour, I am a shield.
I will physically put out a small fire,
Stay to the back as a crowd rushes before me.
I will wield the fire hose and perish in my theater.
A withered child lost in her thoughts, hiding from her memories; everything she’s not
Broken dreams; family ripped at the seams, bills unpaid; not enough food for the bones paved
I see faces each day
The same faces that pass by the same way
Nothing, nothing is all I say
My lips quiver but my voice is nothing but a weak mocking squeak
Spic spac rickety rack
you're the talent, I the act
aim to please but crowds of one
good for the soul, our makings of fun
You burn so bright day after day
I'm the doer of deeds, of passions so gay
I find what my life means
When I take time to multiply my success n not my dreams
You ask what does that actually mean
Do I give up on my passions
for social standing and money schemes
She has magic in her hands
The wand is her pen
She delicately draws the lines
Then she eloquently makes them refined
She doesn’t do it to waste time
She does it to clear her mind
Oh, how hopeful is the statement what if.
Looking into his eyes, thinking what if.
Laughing together, believing in what if.
Holding his hand someday – oh what if.
Walking down the aisle above the clouds of what if.
Welcome back, it's been some weeks baby
I know your mind's way past crazy
I know you don't know that I don't know your thoughts
But today, we figured it out and honey...you're so distraught
All my things jumbled
because the mind is not:
and I’ve nothing to reference,
so am I truly me?
We are taught
In this life
To keep breathing
To continue with moving motion
Of our hands correlating with our feet
parading helplessly through
the streets of wherever it is we call home.
On the first day we met you became my reeve,
It was the color you had shown that was perceived.
It was a splash of green, a dash of blue and a bouquet of red,
You would have had me at hello, if that is all you had said.
That night
The earth smelled so rich
And inside I ached.
Loneliness,
Even though so many people
Were laughing.
I was grasping night air
With my fist
And wondering why
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being…
Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
My heart is a gun, held by a coward,
Drawn but not loaded, it might even be broken,
But I still hold it.
When my mind's gone, it's my only power,
Giving fake hope when my cards are folded,
Just for a moment.
She spins around in the meadow
Hands outstretched, dress whirling around her bare legs.
Her eyes are closed.
She spins and dances on.
Small bright flowers dot her hair
She wears a simple white dress
Darkness falls and all are sleeping
All but one
At midnight a door opens to the night
Two bright eyes peer out
Out of the slumbering house leaps a young girl eager to start the dance
Skipping lines and skipping parts
Do you know wherethebegginingstarts
Feel the constant beating of your heart.
Then all of a sudden.
It falls apart
My Life
My precious life, I live each day,
I work so hard, and try to play.
A simple, meaningful, conversation,
Leads to joy, and true sensation.
And so they remember, what it's like to dance in the rain.
Let the walls drop, laughing at the world.
My fear consumes me.
I'm torn on the inside.
Should I stay for you,
Or can I run for me?
I feel your soul filled eyes,
Staring down and judging.
After my past with you,
How do I change me?
Manda tu luz y la verdad que me dirijan por el camino correcto
Por tus moradas iré sin temor a nada porque tú eres perfecto
Publicare cada detalle del amor que tu medas
tesperare y te alabare más y más
I am in pain,
From my head to my chest,
Nothing has changed,
I always tried my best,
But it did nothing,
I don’t belong here,
I am something,
But I can’t shed a tear,
I am in pain,
Everyone was born with parents,
How long they stayed is different.
Everyone once had a home,
Whether it was the streets or somewhere warm.
Everyone once held innocence,
My knees are weak
They begin to tremble
From fear of deceit
My body longed for home,
that was calling for me.
How did I get to this point ?
I feel like I've lost all hope,
stranded I was.
It’s like he’s trapped in a cage.
He’s building up rage
Within the days
He’s been spending in this place
Where he’s stuck,
Surrounded by his own thoughts and emotions
That his demons brought
