passion
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It took me twenty seven years to finally realize that you can't care what people think,
Because at the end of the day, they will not be the ones to help you when your boat starts to sink.
Will I ever finally get the chance?
To finally get the chance to experience true romance.
To know what it's like to finally be in love,
And to have the kind of love that I have been dreaming of.
Shame on you for treating me like dirt,
And for trying to get me to feel hurt.
I am starting to see how miserable you are,
And that you want me to feel the pain of your scars.
And just like that, we are back to square one,
Trying to pick up the pieces after the damage has already been done.
I guess to you it was all one big joke,
It’s in misery my feelings lie
It’s in misery that I take pride
It’s in misery I come alive
For only then can I convey what’s mine
Have you felt a feeling so resounding as if your worries dissovle into dust and you exhale and allow yourself to become part of the wind?
If there is something in your life that you don’t like, you can fix it,
As long as you realize that you can never quit.
Even when things get hard, you can’t give in,
Life is always one step forward and two steps back, and that is never going to change,
Whenever you try to change that pattern, it feels a little strange.
Life is always one step forward and two steps back, and that is never going to change,
Whenever you try to change that pattern, it feels a little strange.
At a certain point, even the nicest people end up needing a break,
Because you are tired of everyone hiding behind a mask and being fake.
Stop rushing what you know your heart truly desires,
Because there is a reason that the dream was planted in you and why it sets your soul on fire.
I always wanted to believe it to be true,
That in the end, maybe it would end up being me and you.
But maybe I not to accept the reality that it is not,
For the longest time, the bigger person was always me,
And always forgiving people and never being able to see.
How they always took me for granted,
Even though things look bad now, this is not the end,
And you feel like you are making the same mistakes again and again.
You have it in you to keep going,
At this point, it seems like there is nothing left for you to lose,
And you are reminded of everyone of your failures due to every cut, scar, and bruise.
Just like so many other times in your past,
Going after the same goal again and again,
And it feels like no matter what you do, it is never going to end.
That you can’t seem to get it right,
I’m coming for everything they said I would never be able to get,
And I am not going to give up, just because I am not there yet.
The girl that you all know is no longer here,
And while I have your attention, let me make one thing perfectly clear.
That the girl who was once cared too much is long gone,
Unlike last time, this time is not going to be the same,
Because I am the one who got myself into this mess, and I am the only person who I can blame.
It’s time to go ghost and just focus on you,
And even though you’re tired, you know what it is that you have to do.
It’s time to focus on the future, and to finally let go of the past,
This whole time I always felt like I was missing a part of me,
That was preventing me from being who I really wanted to be.
This whole time I was passing along the blame,
How do you let go of everything that you know?
How do you move on from the past that you know you need to let go?
How do you make yourself okay again after breaking apart for so long?
You know you need to change your habits that shape who you are everyday,
Because deep down you know there is no other way.
Everyone who knew me before has to get to know me again,
Because the image that you have of me in your head has come to an end.
The girl who once cared about people too much isn’t here anymore,
Just like that, I thought things were going to be different, but in the end they are all the same,
This is a major part of my life, even though to you it is only a game.
It has taken me a long time to realize that is doesn’t matter how long it takes,
Because no one is going to look back and see all of your mistakes.
It has taken me a long time to realize that is doesn’t matter how long it takes,
Because no one is going to look back and see all of your mistakes.
I hate that I am allowing myself to get excited,
Because the whole time I have been telling myself to go into this light hearted.
But I have realized that I have not learned how to keep myself out of this mess,
It took me a long time to admit how terrifying this journey is to me,
And how hard it is to let go of my past to become everything I wanted to be.
And just like that, you feel like you are finally free,
From all of the chains that have been holding me.
The ones that have been keeping me tied to the ground,
You think of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly, and it seems like such a beautiful thing.
You don’t think deeply about all of the pain and suffering that change can bring.
This time will not be like the others, and this time I mean what I say,
Because I have already seen it play out, and I will not let it end the same way.
And just like that, you are back to square one,
Feeling like you have nothing left and that you are already done.
But you have been doing this for too long to give it up now,
There are going to be times in life when people are going to let you down,
And you will be the only person who will be able to pick yourself up off of the ground.
I am upset with myself because it took me so long,
To realize that I have been approaching the situation completely wrong.
I never understood why it was taking me so long to do this,
Sometimes it feels like that loop is never going to end,
And that you keep living the same day over and over again.
As hard as you try to break those habits, it never seems to stop,
You broke me,
And there were so many pieces of myself that I was no longer able to see.
But with every piece that I picked up off of the floor,
I was finally able to close that door.
It can be hard to keep going when your brain is telling you that you aren’t good enough,
And changing those thoughts in your mind is always going to be tough.
When you tried your best, you seem to get knocked down again,
And you are left there wondering if this is going to be the end.
If this whole time you have been fighting for no real reason,
Each day I feel myself going further and further away from you,
But every once in a while, you still pop into my mind in everything that I do.
I don’t know why it is so hard for me to let you go,
After years of allowing you to take up all of my thoughts and all of my time,
I am finally able to let it go and take back control of what is mine.
All of this time I kept blaming myself, wondering why I was never good enough,
But after four years, I finally realized that none of that is true.
I can’t blame myself for what you did to me,
It can be so hard to let go of the past,
Especially when it comes down to something that you were hoping was going to last.
But the only way to move on is to finally let it go,
I found myself starting to cry again last night,
Wondering what I could have done differently so you could love me right.
But for the first time in a while, the tears wouldn’t fall,
Last night was the last time that I will allow myself to feel this way,
Because you are no longer going to control my thoughts everyday.
I have finally realized that I can do so much better than you,
And just like that, I don’t have any of the memories anymore,
And it feels like I am one step closer to closing that door.
It was one of the hardest things that I ever had to do,
Last night all of my fears had come true,
Because when I was walking home, I ran into you.
I saw you out of the corner my eye,
It still hurts sometimes, but I have come to peace with where me and you are,
And I guess I like the fact that me and you are sleeping under the same stars.
It’s hard to sit here and figure out what we were,
Because the past few years have kind of all turned into a blur.
I know we weren’t lovers, but I also don’t think we were just friends,
When it first happened, I thought I would never be able to make it through,
Because everything that I did reminded me of you.
And I thought that I would never be able to love again,
I have moved on, and I have worked so hard to let it all go,
But there are still some things that you don’t seem to know.
And I have all of the memories saved,
And just like that, I was finally able to move on,
And it seems like the memories I have for you are slowly starting to be gone.
It sucks that it took so long for this to finally come true,
This whole time I kept wondering why God did this to me,
Why would he bring someone so amazing into my life, if he knew we were never going to be?
And after everything that happened, I realized I need to say thank you,
Because you helped me so much, despite everything you put me through.
It’s officially been one month since the last time that we spoke,
And there are days where I am still trying to pick up the pieces that you broke.
And most days I am doing pretty well,
It hurts me to say, but I know that this is the end,
Because after everything that happened, we can never be friends again.
I have to admit to myself, that I will always love you,
I have to admit that there are times when you are still on my mind,
But unlike before, it is not like it is happening all of the time.
I found myself smiling yesterday, and it happened to be sincere,
I hate the games that our generation likes to play,
And it has made me lose faith in trying to find love someday.
Because no one can actually choose to say how they feel,
I have had so many loves in my life that loved me unconditionally.
Yet others only brought me despair and made me feel not worthy.
And I deeply regret not taking a chance with any of these women that loved me passionately.
Nobody really knows know much that specific person mattered to me
They all say "I loved her too"
But they don't understand how I loved her.
She understood me
She listened to me
Sometimes it takes everything to fall apart, in order for things to start falling back together,
And it may look devastating, but that is the only way that things will ever get better.
I thought I wasn't going to show it to you, but I did,
And now you know how I have felt about you since you were a kid.
After all of this time, maybe now you can finally see,
As hard as it would be to hear it, sometimes I wish you would just have the guts to say how you feel,
Because you and I both know that it is what is real.
I know you want to tell me to leave you alone,
An Invitation into My Life
Hello,
hey baby,
did I wake you from your sleep?
I’m sorry,
but what I have to say
just won’t keep.
I have to keep reminding myself that I knew that this was not going to be an easy task,
And it is simple to keep it together during the day, but lose it at night when you take off your mask.
If you stop now, then what was the point of all of this in the first place?
Because you can't quit now when you are this close to finishing the race.
Even if it seems like there is no finish line in sight,
It always seems as if it is one step forward, and one step back,
And that when things go wrong, it is because of the strength that you seem to lack.
Lately it feels as if everything around me is falling apart,
That I keep reliving the same moments over and over, not knowing how to follow my heart.
I keep it together, and have a smile on my face when others are around,
The older I get, the more I realized that there is nothing more precious than time,
And I have finally realized that I no longer want to waste mine.
The older I get, the more I realized that there is nothing more precious than time,
And I have finally realized that I no longer want to waste mine.
For so long, I cared too much about what people thought about me,
The older I get, the more I realize that there is nothing more precious than time,
And that once I let it go, I can never get back something that is no longer mine.
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowersMay is the month of all Mothers.
One minute I hate you and I say that we are through.
The next minute you smile and do that thing that you do.
That makes me losy my mind every single time,
And I am constantly reminded of how bad I want you to be mine.
I think I finally realized what the true defintion of love is,
That it is something that can also be scary and terrifying, and is not just romantic and full of bliss.
That was what finally made me realize that I loved you,
It's funny how life decides to teach you lessons in the hardest way,
And that most of the time, you don't know what else you can do, think, or say.
For the first time in a long time, I am finally starting to feel like me again,
Sometimes I feel like I don't give myself the credit that I deserve,
Because I always get back on track when things get tough, when others would not have the nerve.
Taking it day by day is all that I can do,
Because no matter how hard I try, all I think about is you.
One day I am fine, and the next day I am falling apart,
I have been trying so hard to erase you from my mind,
And I keep reowrking it in my mind that I am fine.
I go through phases, and one day I'm okay and the next day I am falling apart,
I tell myself that I don't want anything more to do with you,
But it is hard to convince yourself of that after everything that we have been through.
I tell myself that I don't care whether or not you leave me on read,
Sometimes, all you can do is hold yourself together and try your best to stay strong,
Even when it feels like everyone is against you and that everything you are doing is wrong.
Mon amour, ma femme
Mon amie, mon âme
Quand je dis que je t’aime
Ce n’est pas une plaisanterie
Ce n’est pas une triste moquerie
Meu amor, meu todo
Minha amiga, minha alma
Quando eu digo que te amo
Não é uma piada
Não é uma zombaria triste
My love, my all
My friend, my soul
When I say I love you
It is not a joke
It's not a sad laughingstock
Passion is a foreign exchange student
In the boarding school of my mind
She danced through the gates
Swayed through the halls
Told me things
I'll always recall
Passion is the lover
I am tired of listening to everyone around me telling me that I am wrong for still believing,
Because they are so used to giving up on love and having everyone close to them suddenly leaving.
For far too long now, I have been letting people get in my head and try and bring me down,
But I am finally at the point where I am taking back control, and I am turning it all around.
Mi amor cuando te vas
Cuando se vaya
Es mi luna que se va
Es mi sol que se va
Yo no como
Mon amour quand tu pars
Quand tu t’en vas
C’est ma lune qui part
C’est mon soleil qui s’en va
Je ne mange pas
Mon amour quand tu pars
Quand tu t’en vas
C’est ma lune qui part
C’est mon soleil qui s’en va
Je ne mange pas
Meu amor quando você sai
Quando você vai embora
É minha lua indo embora
É meu sol desaparecendo
Eu não como
I am not going to lie, sometimes it is hard to be a good person,
Because everything that is going on around you can cause you to worsen.
When you are going through something, it can be very easy to turn cold,
Je pensais que je t'aimais
Mais je commence à t'aimer plus
Et plus
Je commence à penser à toi plus
Et plus
Do you ever get scared of not knowing what you are capable of?
And this can be in every aspcect in your life; whether it be work, school, goals, or even love?
Once before, I thought I was in love, but I soon realized that this was not true,
And I was questioning if I ever would feel it for you, but that was until I met you.
Nous sommes au mois de Septembre
L’été vient juste de perdre ses membres
Sa chaleur, sa beauté et sa tendresse.
We are in September
Summer just lost her limbs
Her warmth, her beauty and her tenderness.
It always seems as if things come to you when you aren't looking for anything to occur,
And when things get hard, it can be very easy to keep longing for the way that they once were.
It hurts so much
That I now fear nothing
It hurts so much
That I revisited everything
Under the noon
It took me a long time to realize that not everyone in your life is going to want what is best for you,
And that sometimes the people around you are going to want to see you fail because they know they could never do what you do.
Dr aw near
Tou ch me
With your palms of laughing lights
With tips of thousand suns and moons
Closer than water to my earth.
El amor es un sueño que comienza
El amor es una quimera que comienza
Es una bailarina que baila
Es un poeta que piensa
The verb "hate" can never beMy darling, in my vocabularyI can only love you night and dayI can only think of you all day longI can only dream of you and I longFor your presence at midday
Lately it seems like I am constantly going through the same battle in my mind,
And it all comes down to whether or not I need to let you go, or hold on and still believing that one day you will be mine.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you,
Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you,
Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
For the first time that I can recall, this is theI knew deep down in my heart that the decision that I was making was the right one,
Even though everyone was telling me that there was no hope and that I needed to be done.
It's so funny how it seems like everytime I tell you that I am doing something, you are suddenly doing it too,
But the only difference is that everytime you start something, you never seem to see it through.
My friends, the most beautiful poems
Written with sweet words are surprisingly new
My saying is not to bugger neither Alfred de Musset
I have never been one that was actually able to say that I love who I am,
I would always allow people to treat me like crap, and I always pretended that I didn't give a damn.
by Debi Lyn Monday, August 16, 2021
To kiss your lips is magic; your smile ignites my soul.
The solid gaze of your blue eyes ensures I’ll soon lose all control.
You see the the thing they don’t tell you about burning love
Is that nothing burns forever
Nothing burns without destruction
Or scars
A burning love is hot with passion
Fearsome with flashes of desire
Eyes like sparkling diamond seas
Reflecting the light from my stars
Shining beams of admiration
Or curiosity
Shine on my cheeks in the dimly lit auditorium of this moment
Feel the warmth of my love
You know when it finally hits you and you get tired of your own bullshit,
And it becomes too much and all you can think about is how bad you want to quit?
As The Saying Goes...
... “ MANY Are Called, But Few Are Chosen ! “ ...
Folks This Is NO JOKE A Creative OVERLOAD...
Is Something That Now Flows When My Mind Goes INTO ZONES...
Where Words And Verse Make My Hands HURT... !!!
Because of ALL The Notes That I Now Type In Prose... !!!
Now This Is My Confessional...
I’m A Rhyme Professional... !!!
Whose Rhyming Skills Have Been Suitably Built...
Over Numerous Years of Having My Ears...
Be Blessed With Verse From The Best In The World...
Now I Have To Confess...
That My Creative Process...
Is Causing Me STRESS... !?!
Because I Cannot Sleep Due To Wordplay That Creeps...
Inside of My Head When I’m Laying In Bed And Am Trying To Rest...
Why is it that we always want what we don't have?
Why is it that what is avilable to us is never good enough?
Maybe we are a society of people who fixate too much on chaning everything,
Now ONLY Those Who Are DAFT...
DON'T WORK At Their Craft... !?!
PASSION
When passion
take over
your heart,
and if you
do what
you have
to, thangs
will go well.
Prosperity begins
by being
passionate
toward a
set goal.
To Inspire A Soul
What can it take to inspire a soul
But a grouping of certain words.
It is simple and complex
How a sentence can reflect
I can't tell if the voices in my head or the voices in my ears are the ones that are bringing me down,
I am someone who is always positive, and these voices that won't stop are the ones that are turning this around.
I know that this sounds crazy, but I just can't seem to let it go.
Everyone around me keeps telling me to stop hanging on, and to just go with the flow.
It’s An Undoubted Fact...
That Sometimes It’s Like That... !!!
The Thing You Love Doing...
Doesn’t Always Bring Cash... !!!
For Those Who Make Music...
Or Those Who Write Tracks...
BREATHE IN.... BREATHE... OUT...
Use Your Nose And Mouth...
So That Your Body Can Move Around... !!!
Some people may tell me that I am crazy, but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to let you go,
I'm NOT ONE To Shirk When It Comes To Work... !!!
But See That Some JERKS Like To Run DUMB Words... !?!?!
Like...
I don't know and care not whom you might have betrothed...
WHY CAN'T Ifeoluwa⚔️Oluwafemi BE TOGETHER TO MAKE HISTORY?
Hmm um!
Dedicated to Ifeoluwa Ote$
Sometimes I get so lost in my own thoughts that I don't know what to do,
My brain is telling me that I need to move on, but my heart only has feelings for you.
I started this job ready to focus on my work and not fall in love with someone that I have to see everyday,
But it didn't take long for me to get excited to see you daily, and sturggle to find the right words to say.
I’m honest and genuine when I declare my love for my King.
I love you more than I have ever loved another, you make my soul sing.
This love hit different, deeper, a real soul connection type of thing.
Now What I... " Produce "...
Is... Lyrically Cool..........
Okay The Vibe To Write...
Is Now A Part of My Life...
It’s Just A BEAUTIFUL Thing... !!!
One of the most important things that I have been told is to believe in your journey even when no one else can,
And it took me a long time to realize that no one else has to believe in you if you are your own biggest fan.
I'm Simply A... “ Writer “...
Who Becomes A Freestyler...
From … Time To Time...
Who Kicks Those Rhymes...
That Have Folks Like...
POETRY... Has Now Become...
My Number One... ADDICTION... !!!!!
Giving Renditions By Using Diction To State My Position...
We NEED MORE Truth And LESS DIVISION... !!!!!
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between optimism and reality,
And it can be hard to be able to persevere when it feels like those dreams are getting harder and harder to see.
i hope you find someone
you are content to just be with
where not a word passes between you
but you have never felt more heard
"your capabilities do not lie in here" he said
gesturing at his arms and legs
he tapped his forehead
"they are here"
his finger hovered over his heart
"and here"
A LOVER'S NOTION
How could you knowI miss you so....
We've been apartImprisoned by disdainListen to my heartLet it explain....
Oh! Love me
I'd be still.
Still for you to touch.
Steal my heart, life and self.
I'd give more if there is more to give
I'd be all you want me to.
Take me! Oh! run with me!
I have no distinct poetic agenda
Upon the earth I wonder,
With a curious mind that can't help but linger
They birth thoughts that haunt me
it is impossible for me to put my love for you into words,
but i will always continue to try.
would adjectives be accurate?
maybe endless,
passionate,
intimate.
i've heard that the person you love is the one you think about while standing by the ocean.
i haven't been to the beach in awhile,
but every daily task of mine is accompanied by daydreams of you.
i look into your deep brown eyes
and feel gusts of wind rush into my lungs at the speed of light.
deep breath in,
deep breath out.
i can finally breathe again.
you are a work of art.
from far away, you look absolutely perfect.
but when i'm standing in front of you, all of your gritty details show themselves loud and clear.
thumbs
running circles around each other
take a break from pulling heartstrings.
i graze your veins
feeling every jolt of electricity pulsing through them.
pink cheeks
rosy like blooms that burst when you compliment me.
you say my name
and everything else falls like petals, sinking
down
down
down.
your golden-brown skin is warm and inviting.
on the outside i stay cool and collected --
freezing my feelings so i'll never crack.
but on the inside,
fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white
as the butterflies in my stomach
flap their technicolor wings.
but the only color i feel
is a deep, melancholy blue
Sometimes it is hard to wake up and realize that there is no one there and you are all alone,
You're surrounded by family, but they make you feel unloved, so that is nowhere near being called a home.
I.
My mind is a juggernaut
of dirt and steel.
My hands on your body,
the arbiter of all that is real.
With tears that fall
like the spider crawls,
1.
Today,
I’m going to build a sky,
pink and purple and flayed
with the wretched stains of existence.
For this dawn burns my eyes
with the temporal nature of living.
1. Poetry Grafted Onto Starlit Bodies
Focused moments,hot breath tickling receptive ears.
1.Humbled intoa simple speck of star,
basking in the glowof a girl with a galaxy wide smile,
1.Exquisite exhalationssmash viciously against uslike wave after wave of ravenous,jailbreaking, thunderhearted Tsunamis
Ya Know These Days I'm Getting ... BETTER ...
When It Comes To Using Letters ... !!!
Letters From The Alphabet That I NOW Select ...
To Wage VENDETTAS On IGNORANT Fellas Through My Poems ...
So What Is It like When You Choose To write ... ?
How Does It Feel When You Can't Control What Is REVEALED ...
When Producing Scrolls Born From Your Soul ... !?!
The Soul of ... " Your BEING " ... !!!
Even though it seems like the days are getting longer, I know that they are actually coming to an end,
And I am sitting here staring at the letters that I wrote to you, but never had the guts to send.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
And being apart from somelike you has made my mind wander.
I am constanty wondering what you are doing during this time,
Confused, unbalanced, scared --
The control is gone -
What is my fare?
Milestone hit -- little achieved.
What to do - where to go...
Define passion... define relieved...
Confused, unbalanced, scared --
The control is gone -
What is my fare?
Milestone hit -- little achieved.
What to do - where to go...
Define passion... define relieved...
" They Are " … My Best Friends … !!!!!
They Blend and Transcend ...
Beyond The Nonsense That Inspires Them … !!!
They DO NOT Defend Acts of Ignorance … !!!
But Are My Defence When Facing Problems … !!!!!
I am stuck at home finding random things to do,
But all of this time being here just makes me think about you.
I don't know when I will see you again, and it is driving me crazy,
Running down the stairs
With my pink embroidered dance bag
The rising temperature
Causing my skin to moisten
Like a melted Hershey bar
She was a distinctive girl who likes to switch up her image, says the bottle of hair dye
On the glossy white bathroom counters
A patient girl too, says the oil paint drying
My path laid hidden before me,
too tangled by thorned vines
to spark within me a desire to discover
what waited beyond the masked trail.
Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path
Hey mom, its just me, its Mr.B, the runt of the litter of 3, yeah its your family!
Our eyes locked
Lip locked
Eye contact to the
Extreme
His hand, made from porcelain
Gently brushed
My olive freckles
What Would You Do... " Just To Get Paid ... ?
Make Shady Moves or .... " ENTERTAIN " .... !!!
Well It Seems Nowadays That Many Try ... !!!
By ... Playing The Game of ...
It’s hard to think of just one thing,
When I consider all that this life will bring
What has inspired me,
What has set me free?
Sometimes I Write Right Through The Night ... !!!
Until SUNLIGHT ... Retires My Mind ...
I Guess The Darkness Suits My Rhymes ... ?
And The Times I Like To Write ...
You sit there, lips moving, creating the words that speak of passion and love. Your eyes, shining, a light shade of beautiful green, that envelopes me when I stare at them.
I couldn’t see
Nor did I want to believe
Is this really the same man that I once knew?
Every moment of my life
I never did once cry
Stuffy nose, pale raindrops. Bloody crotch with cotton swab remains. Breathe in his scent and cough out the weed.Tight smiles with longing glares...toothless grins with bold hazel eyes. I'm craving. He's beautiful to me, fucking beautiful.
Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss.
Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.
It's cold, but you're body is warm.
The way you lean on me. The way you touch me.
You take my hand softly, your skin smooth against mine.
Your lovely face looks up to me, your eyes locked on mine.
This disease can come out of nowhere, and can try to take everything from you.
It is understandable to cry and to think about why this had to happen to you.
No one else may hold my gaze as you do.
My heart is always longing for your love.
It comes to my body, you haven't a clue;
Sometimes it is hard to stay positive and to believe in yourself,
You think you have it all planned out but there are people around you who try to convince you to be someone else.
Friends are important. They may be the only reason why I’m still here today; they've brought meaning back into life.
Drugs were addicting. I suppose I enjoyed seeing everything and feeling nothing. Though I did kind of feel alive - to be staring into the face of the Grim Reaper. He once wrapped his hands around my throat.
When my toes finally poked through
Those converse sneakers from 8th grade
And my shirts got a bit too tight
When the boys stopped wanting to play ball
And the girls just wanted to fight
My aspirations were like grand constellations
Plucking one dream after the next
Then came the Big Bang of adolescence
With every burning goal
Came a larger person
To put it out
Some souls burn bright
Passion and fire mix and fight
Twist and turn
Every breath feels like you're gulping air and inhaling water
There is a churning in your heart
Your soul leaps to beat against your ribs,
Let’s go on
About our day.
Take a walk,
Take in the surroundings,
The letters fly from my pen creating words I can never say
I cannot draw, or sketch, but I can paint a picture
In the minds of others through the words I string together
Have you ever stared into another's eyes?
It's mesmerising, almost intoxicating.
The colours can be so vivid.
From the brightest greens of ferns and leaves.
To the deepest blues of a lake or the sea.
Drown me with your passionate kisses and whisper to me that we'll last.
Hold me tighter and share me your drink full of desires
Yet the stars make up a soft blanket, a cover of the calmest of light
What do you want to do, they ask me?
I want to teach U.S History. I reply
Professor? They ask
No middle school
Feeding on the images in my own contemplation, mental orgasms leading to sinfully sensual stimulation. As your body calls, my body urges, caught up in temptation, as the storm surges, so ready to release and splurge.
From the ends of your lashes, to the tips of the toes in those shoes, i find myself infatuated, mesmerized by the colors of you. My eyes yearning for their Candy to be in view. What's between my thighs burning, thirsting for the passion in you.
Dear Professor,
Thank you.
Thank you for pushing me to be my better self.
Thank you for showing me who I am and who I have the potential to be.
I know you do not respect me,
The stars spell your name in a thousand love letters,
as we're hand in hand whispering secrets in the dark.
You bring sunshine on a rainy day with your laughter,
drying my tears with a kiss.
"Have you ever wanted something so bad,
that you find yourself mesmerize when she passes beside you,
We sit on my balcony sharing a cigarette "you'll never like them"when the moon catches his face as he tilts it up in an exhale.A pale glow illuminates his pale skin.He almost looks as tired as he’s tried to convince me he isn’t. In and ou
It's a wordit's a passionit's a life.
It's carefulit's creative and alive.
It's beautifuland silentbut it speaks.
it's a world whereanyone can be.
Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning",
vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress,
becomes a warrior, a missionary - maybe a bit of both;
a vortex of youth, passion, possibilities -
Hey, what do I have to say
I only had a dime and a nickel to my name
I crave the high life, as far as the eyes can see
And when I make it, aint nobody will mess with me
Hey, I'm gonna do big things
Maybe it's the way we laugh,
Maybe it's the way we talk,
but in a way we always find
The way for life's communicate.
A risk is always more
when life wishes speak in publicate -
Again and again and again and again.
Every two steps forward is one step back
People fight until they’re no longer standing,
And no one stops to help them up.
The roaring thunder
Rolls to my ears,
And I feel the lightning
Running through my veins.
Colors change before my eyes
From the dull grays and whites,
To the vibrant blues and reds,
A way to spread happiness
A place for joy
A way to educate
and no place to be coy
A method of reflection
And a way to foresee
A method to make a connection
And the best way for me.
Poetry has taught me that I have a voice.
And that if I want to suffer in silence, that is my choice.
It has taught me that everyone is like a walking puzzle piece.
If we all speak up, we can be complete.
I look into your eyes and cannot begin to explain the deep passion
that burns in my heart for you.
I devote my every waking moment to you, for I live to
We all go the distanceJust to do what we must,
And so we do what they want,
So we may earn their trust.
Sweet heart o’ mine, hear my yearning pleastaring into your star struck eyesgive me absolute hope, set my soul freeto soar high in clouded lapis sky.
My entire life, being in the ocean has been habitually done.
You'll find me visiting there during the rise and fall of the sun.
If this was a crime, I wouldn't run.
A single flame that burns inside you
It's passion and compassion that lights your way
One single flame can help guide you
Where are you right now?
Am I dancing through your mind?
I'm thinking of a night, our bodies last entwined.
A passion on fire, blazing out of control.
Flames so hot, brand you deep within my soul.
You were a Queen when my eyes met yours
Black and so beautiful
And so so strong for sure,
Lips so thick just begging for a kiss
Skin so sweet looking like a Hershey's kiss,
So so gorgeous and sexy in every way
When I saw your face
It threw me for a whirl
Beautiful beyond words
Such a precious little girl/
Big blues eyes
Remind me of the morning skies
A soothing sunrise resides between your thighs/
Step in the circle, swallowed by the cage.
My stance; legs staggered, knees bent, swinging arms;
as I twist in an elegant, calm rage.
Swiftly spin, swirl, and surrend the disc charm.
My love for the game isn’t as strong
Although it used to be my everything
It’s a place that I feel like I belong
And I know I will miss it every spring
Something in my gut tells me to just run away, move on and find someone less difficult
but then a spark of hope ignites in my heart and says
Dear Loneliness,
Quiet cricketing fills up the silence of the night
The fresh scent of grass lingers around me
The moonlight casts a soft glow across the sky
Dear Demons,
I believe that passion and fury
are equivalent to playing with fire.
That these fires are unforgiving,
and inextinguishable.
In fact, I just so happen to be a
pyromaniac.
To Thee Who Takes Him Away,
My highest admiration revolves around thee,
I know thy cause is one of inevitability.
For despite pleas of the pure in mankind,
It's easy to paint, they say
It's easy to draw, paint, and sketch without thinking
Thinking about nothing
Nothing that turns into, perhaps
Something?
It's not as easy as you think
Dear ex lover,
I’ve given up on complicated introductions and reiterations of you in my mind.
It’s time I freed myself from your grasp.
You should know I no longer care.
I want to express what’s buried in my heart But words can be fickle things that trap and hurt I want to use them to describe something wonderful and chaotic
Several suffer from the same persecutions. Rough, rampaging
Oceans may seperate the victims in space, but in savage
Cruelty they are united. We are denied the rights given to us
Burning low with red in deep,A hand impossible to keep.Thus lit by souls unweeping flame,While seeking soul burns not the same
I view thine eyne as scorching flames of hell,
Yet hell itself is sweet in fiery well;
I pray the worldly pleasures to provide
Me with thy presence, and thou be my bride.
My heart is not of men to others take,
Nor battle for deceptive perjury
That swear the men that thee a statue make,
Else I become thy victim’d sorcery.
The army of a thousand perfect heavens
My dear raging wildfire love,
It really just takes a small spark to start the fire,
But when it takes control,
It takes over, engulfing everything,
My darling vulnerability,
The days of October are almost gone
yet the leaves haven’t yellowed
or fallen from their trees
Dear my beloved grandmother, You were the most influential person in my life,However you are no longer with us. It was a blessing in disguise the gift you left me. You led me to find my true self. I spent countless hours at the nursing home, S
People don't understand her.
Born from the ashes,
her eyes shine like embers.
A spark ignites in her soul.
Her heart, a continuous burning coal.
Her passion burns brighter than her fears.
Being an adolescent is a roaring, ever-changing ocean
and the new experiences are brave, plummeting waves.
However at times, I feel as little as a sail boat-
being drowned by an avalanche of furious waves.
As I look into your eye I see a fire,
with that a hidden lock desire.
When I touch your skin it makes me melt,
making my body being to swelt.
I tremble for what we are doing,
Nobody dares travel these rough and rarely tread roads,
but I follow them because I know where they lead.
Deep in a forest overgrown with trees
shrouded in darkness with rocks all about,
but can you see?
Spring, summer, fall, winter
Joy, passion, love, reality
Seasons and emotions are one in the same
Everybody has a favorite season
Everybody has their own reason
But the one thing that stays true
I've heard many people say that I'll go far
say I have a passion that burns like fire
but sometimes I choke on the smoke
that clouds my lungs
I spit out ash instead of words
smooth sounds of honeysuckle flows between my ear
his words feel like spring , hot with a cool breeze
i had no intention in moving swift hoping he
would fail to mention anything about my gifts
A taken picture, attempted, failedCalled but a dreamWhat then comes of it…After the fact?My focus, my heart, perhaps the subject
Hungry am I
For something to fuel my soul.
A longing for a passion.
What was once a raging fire
Is now a flickering flame.
It is not enough,
I'VE CONFUSED LOVE WITH HATE
AND HATE WITH LOVE
CONFUSED THE TRUTH WITH A BLUFF
AND WONDERED WHY LOVE IS SO ROUGH
HERE'S A TOKEN FROM THE BROKEN
ILL DROP GEMS OF LOVE THAT SEEM UNSPOKEN
“Love” is a powerful word
so full of intense emotion
and desperate desires.
“Love” can mend or break you,
healing wounds of the past
Our hands should fit like an unsolvable puzzle
With the missing piece hidden in our children’s future
Our eyes should be but a lovely sorrow
Cause love is blind to all but danger
We were born from the same star
But stars burn out
So we did the impossible
We fell here
To this safe haven
But what is safe when it's gripped by your screaming?
Can nudes save us?
Because I love you, I lose myself in the way the earth spins
Because I love you, I am exalted when you step into the room
But it is because you love me, that I understand the deep affection I can have for myself
Dancing has been my passion for as long as I can remember
From pivots to turns, plies to pirouettes
I was the girl that loved anything to do with contemporary, jazz, and ballet
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love.
It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love.
Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
Let me write on your heart
Let me breathe on your lips
Let me tell you I love you
While the sun slowly dips
Let me take your hand
Paint the sky with my soul
Care.
A word most often used to talk about love.
Loyalty.
A word most often used to talk about friendship.
But when the two are combined, they swirl and dance with a never ending passion.
Can I tell you a secret?
Come closer so I may whisper it
It goes something like this;
I want to swim in your eyes
I want to tell you, you have colonized my mind
Because I love you
I will s m o o t h out your hair whenever you get frustrated
Because I love you
I will watch movies I. Don’t. Like.
Because I love you
I will go on adventures with you
Mother, she is light.
She bounces off tin-foil lakes, soothing tides.
She warms the back of my eyes every dawn.
She is a sunspot amongst freckles and stars.
She lets me look on beauty.
Three Simple Words
Created Upon The Lords
Have Such Meaning
For Such a Robust Feeling
Mom Dad Sister Brother
If It's Not One Thing It's Another
Relationship With The Other
its friday and my watch reads 8:20,
thinking about your sweet apricot lips and skin tasting like honey,
ive waited a long week just to see my bae, let me cook for you, soothe you, tell me about your day,
Rebel in my inner thoughts
they pebels once they hit the rock
And then, the adrenaline strats kicking in, once it hits,
what leaks
through the back door is my ego or rather my pride,
Is it wrong?
Is it wrong,
If my heart beats
For two loves?
Is it wrong,
That my desires
Are made whole
By two doves?
Is it wrong,
That in one my intelligence
The hills so grassy so green
Sitting on comforting seats of grass
I feel the cool wind along with the breeze
At some point in time I get up to walk a trail
Following it I know where I'll never fail
The pipes played as the piano sang along its keys, while twelve ladies danced,
Travelling across with unprecedented beauty.
Step by step. No falter could be seen.
Elegance and grace surrounded the sisters.
some day you'll feel the power of love catching feelings the visions like
a thousand doves
flying free 100 mph
into the wind
love game is strong
when's she's with me she knows were she belong's
Once upon a time
A group of pigs lived on the same street
They were friends and despised the rich
They saw their neighbor get it in a cinch
He had the cash and hid quite a large stash
In a safe
We all know how it goes
'Once upon a time' to 'happily ever after'
The same words, the same stories, the same messages spread:
'Some day your prince will come'
'Believe in magic'
'Follow your dreams'
I love my king
I love the curl of his hair
I love the passion he shares
I love the bold brown in his eyes
I love the cold chill of his vibes
I love the smooth of his skin
I love the peace in his grin
You can feel me
Tugging at your chest
Leading you on
You wish for me to leave
You lose focus when I'm here
You are blinded by me
You look at them
And think of me
I think I was able to laugh before
Jokes from my friends and funny stories
Eventually I got tired of them
I wonder why….
I felt like I was losing apart of my soul
Did the love you had for me grow old
Was you thinking about the mistakes I made
And felt that you should make a change
Your vibe up lifts my soul while your brown eyes keep it at bay..
The touch of your skin gives me peace and also energizes my dark side...
The next time we meet, I may be someone else.
Extra thick, light in weight.
Resourced to fit purpose.
A night, no matter how hard it triesWill always be dark.Does the night make you shiver?Does it? Just like a blurry light in the duskiness.I pause to breathe, like the moon does.Down,down into the darkness of the nightGently it goes- the love, the
You whisper delicate lines
between each kiss
I hung on like death
Everyting you do it toturous
my passion burning within
to the promised sunrise
The secret sweet
Remember dancing, tasting the present,
It as fleeting as our movements and our feet
Remember hugging, each other on days of sorrow,
Freeing feelings caged underneath
Our skin
12/28/2016
As flesh clad together turn in my mind,
Something I’ve abstained from and so I find,
There I stood, at the corner of 5th and Broadway, sifting through friends and foe.
The friends?
Girl, it is about us
There is a lot to treasure
The two of us are together
Enjoying this lovely adventure
When we hold one another
We both feel the fire
There is nothing but heat and passion
On the day that I became six-years old
I stepped on the ice the very first time
Gliding forwards so gracefully without being told
Then I looked at the clock and heard a loud chime.
You put me on my knees and I sob to God
"Please"
This poem isn't any different than the ones before
It's about how I love you
Something I can never ignore
It's about how you love him, too
I realized where my passion lies
and through open eyes I saw the prize.
I'd go back to school to gain the tools
necessary for me to fuel
the vehicle of which I'll drive
and strive to thrive until I arrive
I’ve trained to continue running when it hurts the most.
Never giving up on my goals.
Showing others that the impossible can be possible.
People inspired and motivated as they watch.
I never opened up to someone
afraid of being hurt.
I kept them away with fake smiles
and a simple I'm okay.
I am afraid of people.
I am afraid of myself.
I am afraid of having my heart shattered
Passion or career: opposite, yet overlapping unexpectedly;
Eighteen years given to discover life’s opportunities collectively.
After years of exploring, it is time to awaken;
2016 began..
And all I knew was that I was a sophomore in my second semester in college
Have I discovered who I was yet?
Probably not..
Am I home sick?
Perhaps
Did I make the right choice..?
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own.
It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word,
"For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
To the artists who saved me
Inspired me
But yet still are saving me every day
Thank you
Rupi Kaur
Liberation drove me to the mic
Molding the soul
is caused by many
things, some magnificent
some malicious
some mythopoeic
and for me, my soul
remembered the opportunity
gifted by mysterious fate
(as everything has
Protons, ideal gasses, and so much more
With this knowledge one could open many doors
The slightest change could mean something new
Such as an acid to water brew
I find it amazing how things react
Dressed in scrubs, with overworked, tender feet.
Promenading and scurrying through the long hallways ahead of me.
The anxious and hope that abundantly builds up inside, not
II looked up and saw a solemn darkness with muted stars that dotted the face of the sky like freckles (nary a constellation in sight!).
I am an environmentalistI am an activistI am a realist I am an elitist And I AM an Atheist But I am NOT a damn cynic!! I believe that with our own hands we are destroying the organisms that roam this planetWith NO acknowledgement of the fact thes
I will center around the idea of love
Not knowing what's to come
Soulfully becoming yours
My body will explode once you have caressed me
My mind will wander into a mystery world once you have whispered into my ear
The past twenty four hours I have been in a state of disbelief.
I missed a day of writting poetry and there is no source of relief.
A constant state of grief.
Now, this day that has been granted is now a day of redemption.
It is a place that does not discriminate any race.
It will put a smile upon any face.
This place I speak of has the power to heal whatever the case.
All that is necessary to unlock such feelings of enjoyment is three
"It was a pleasure to burn."
Those were the words
that I begged for my soul
For my heart
My bones
My lips to utter truly,
Truly.
That fire,
Was killed by a dying mother,
By: David Avery
The universe is full of magnificent things
And there is no way but journeying through the
World, and opening your mind, to see it.
Awe-some things like the sunset at night,
Human minds are silly little models
The birth children of originality
And the forcibly adopted stepchildren of
Society
Cousins of melancholy
The tapping of her foot With soothed eyelidsSwaying back and forthFollowed by the sound
“Namaste, I say”
Tension in my shoulder,
Strain upon my spine.
Worries trapped in my brain,
No time for cloud nine.
So my skin gets colder…
The pen is my sword ,
and the paper my charioteer .
Alphabets form my shield ,
and Imagination my armour .
On midday, after school,
a boy picked up a beautiful guitar the color of sunset;
He tuned it and proceeded it play it,
to play the music of his life, the sounds of his soul,
he relieved all his stress.
5- Wake up, Start The Show
7- Get Up, Get Ready, Start Class
5- Pull Lines, Feel the Flow.
When the brushhairs touch the smooth canvas
My abstract thoughts and feelings are no longer outlandish
My cheeks lift up pulled by beautiful happiness
As ideas come forth unridiculed by their possible wackiness
Many titles does she hold, “Beauty’s Bearer, Earth’s Delight, Queen of Lights and Shadows
All this she is and so much more, especially to the mortal man she touched with her otherworldly glow
From Robert Frost to Tupac Shakur,
Poetry means a lot and more.
Rooted into the songs we play,
sprouting into the movies we see,
the words of shakepeare we say,
it all stems from the same tree.
Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one
has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace.
I crave to adore you when your at your worst
Share a love that can not be dispersed
I crave to be held close to your chest as my head lay to rest
It all started when I lost myself.
I wallowed in misery.
I had no self esteem.
I felt unloved, unworthy, and worst of all dead inside.
Like I was simply existing, without living at all.
Whatever is true
And whatever is right like you and me
Just like your fingerprints that are tatted on my skin invisibly
We are not the same.
We have different goals,
different wants, different needs.
Black words on a white page
distract me from thoughts of you,
and smoke fills your lungs,
like a daily medication,
to avoid the hurt and anger.
With each heavy breath, the world slows down around me
With each number added to the board, the fire inside burns higher
With every footstep, my legs turn into wheels on a downward slope
You looked and behold,
Over the horizon approaching fast,
Engulfed by the orange beauty of the sunset, you saw a man.
A man approaching slowly like a viscous liquid,
And fast as light.
I sat in my bath and wondered about how sad is the woman who has never taken a hot bubble bath late at night and has never caught herself dozing off to the aroma of lavender?
Meaning to Time
Why do I write? ….
It’s putting meaning to time
Revealing the struggles and the rebuttal’s that we feel in our lives and sometimes….
Free to fear
Free to pain
No escape
Me to blame?
Couple words
Line the page
Simple rhymes
Ignite the flame
Pages fill
Emotions pour
A dim light
Brightens more
Heat. I love it.
Heat. Does it love me?
Dehydration, sunurns galore. It hurts.
Sun, bright, burns out my eyes. Why,
do I sit in it, do I fight for it, do I wish it into existence.
For summer fun?
About Love
About Relationships
Man And Woman
About Nice and Beautiful Woman
About The Natural Instinct
About The Passion
That Overcomes All Obstacles
And Incinerates Everything
I became a poet when I was born
I became an artist when I died
Putting ink to the paper
helped me feel what was inside
As a babe I saw everything around me
I'd lose sleep so as not to miss a thing
Eighth grade was a rememberable year
Two full weeks of nothing but poetry
Allowed to express secret tears
No longer did I find myself moppy
Words came out
I was expressed
When I was about eight years old, my sister asked me to help her with her english poetry assignment because she was running out of time and brain juice. I was so excited I didn’t even realize that I was cheating for her.
I am red,like an ambitious flame,angry and risingand my voice echoesloudly,demanding to beheard over theendless whispers andincessant criesthat fill the void in my mind.I am fire,
I’ve spent countless hours of my life thinking and brooding,
Considering the complexities of my past relations.
And it is during these times, with my emotions moving,
Which cause more oft than not unsightly ruminations.
Poetry
Flourishes like a tree,
Expanding it branches,
Reaching, stretching
Trying to expand
Leaves form
Blossoms bloom
Through the years my heart had been stifled
The childhood songbird lost its voice
And the feathers of its wings were plucked
Until all that was left was withered
Her heart as deep as the ocean
She is mysterious like the other side of the moon
Her intellect as bright as the stars
Her skin glows like a million suns
She is as fierce asa cheetah
When I write I never ask why.
I never had to think about it.
It always just happened.
But it wasn't until I noticed
That I write to survive,
I write because words can save lives.
Does it sleep in gutters slathered with banana peels, and newspaper, omitting the past?
Does it marinate and wait like steak soiled with seasoning in the fridge?
My heart is racing fast,My adrenaline is singing.The wind is tearing at me,To my horse I'm clinging.
Girl, there is magic in the air when we kiss
Nothing but heat and passion
We both feel the fire
As we provide the action
We build each other up
We complement one another
Sharing and caring together
Art is a passion not meant for a career,
Art is a gift I hold most dear.
Close to my heart it's all I can give;
Defining my soul-I need it to live.
But the future is coming, and coming down fast
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.
Together we relax in each other’s company.
The stresses around us drift away.
Together we talk for hours about destiny,
riveting lives around us display.
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,
Is this what it means to be a dragon?To hold fire in your lungs?To burn, to wholly consume oneself?To choke on your own ash and smoke?
You play me like a master.
Using dips and caresses to hear the staccato of breath from my lips.
Your name crescendoing as I reach my peak.
My body now shakes with the vibrato of the music our bodies made.
Passionately I absorb you. Longingly I gasp for you. Persistently I kiss you.
Your tides are cold when they enter my maw. And my heart is warm when you course in my blood.
The definition of life without passion-
The steady beat of a heart
Skin without sweat
Consistent breaths
The casual blink of the eyes
I sit and ponder to the melody of muse,
Doth time control all, or am I misguided?
For if any soul be more than a mindless misuse,
and while passion’s crucial catalyst remains undecided,
Reflection within yourself,
The image what do you see?
An athlete, an actress, an artist,
A nobody, a bland, a shadow.
Breathe in and breathe out.
Reflection within yourself,
I had a Kids Bop 5 blasting in my own CD player
Watching crayons melt into the black leather
of mama's Infiniti
And Orange Crush from 7/11 was about the only reason I would put my shoes back on.
Life without vision, is life without mind,
Ignorance can be bliss, but not of this kind,
Monotonous, the journey, is the life of the blind,
But even the visionless—sight, they may find,
Sometimes you meet someone
and it's so clear that the two of you
on some level belong together
as lovers, as friends, as family,
or as something entirely different.
I'm eighteen years old
That means for eighteen years, the only thing I have constantly been with
is myself
But, there is something more I need
I need something more than just being alive
While the world does offer a rare ocean of inspiration to pull from which sadly few people tend to find,
the waves calm, for I can live without.
The rhythm.
The vibration.
The sweet sense of passion.
The ability to interpret emotion.
All the minor falls and the major lifts have a direct connection.
For with it comes peace,
encouragement,
As I grow and learn and mature
in a world
where all number of things
(but especially people)
are sorted and labeled,
shoved into boxes like leftovers
into too-small containers,
You are graceful, elegant
Even sometimes sudden and firm
Steps are delicate, yet sharp
The movements are very versatile
Flexibility, precision, and control
Three skills that can never be perfected
I swallowed air into my lungs.
The time we ran away in violet skies.
When the sun rised and numbed our eyes.
The love for the sea I then realized.
It vanished deep within me.
Because of you,
I have a life.
Because of you,
I have a friend.
Because of you,
I have a guide.
No matter what,
No matter when.
Because of you,
I found a service.
I need you.
I want you.
Deep inside my soul I hunger and thirst for you.
The want of food vanishes from my lips, and on them forms the word "Desire".
The very bones of my young body ache with the torment of missing you at night; to have your figure gracing contentedly over my ever yearning sight.
I can feel the pain of the memories burning at my chest
The tears I’ve cried a million times
I felt it burning
Burning passion
Burning shame
Burning love
And hate
What i need is something as beautiful as white gold
The very declaration of this word is quite bold
Now wait, stay with me, though i know i am young
This word is just something that just slips off the tongue
As I revoke my heart
Don't regret loving me
As the breeze flies, so do I
And yet, I am tangible
The trees do not guide me
I bend them to my will
As the river flows, so do I
Looking past the landscapes
there stands one dream.
One final goal that you know
deeper than the cliff you're standing on
you want one dream you know.
The trees are greener
the grass is taller
I want to live in a song
Where every rhythmic beat is a stairway to my soul
And every low key reverses time and I rise again
Living inside the enchanted heart
Where music smells as of the breeze of an ocean's shore
When I arrived he was gone-
my stomach vociferated in harmony with
his (hello hello hello) soul
I tried to close my eyes and trace the throat of his fingernails
and when I arrived, he was gone.
I have this passion
I have this passion as if it's frozen
It doesn't budge
It's so cold andstill
Never escalates
Never deflates
Slowly I can feel it slipping away
Breath like fire
Take me higher-
And through the room
Burn bright like lighters.
Dear old song, help me remember
Have your lyrics shine like embers.
For they say that rolling stones
I belong to myself and only to myself
While it is a great responsibility, I proudly take it on.
I, now twenty-years-old in perfect physical health
Need to remember this when darkness envelopes my mental state
Lambency, The Gentle Glow:
Notes On Rebirth Before An English Channel Crossing
I remember mostly-
The raw horizon pounding with a glowing fever.
Baby it’s that look in Your Eyes
Your Hungry touch on my trembling thighs
The taste of you lips
The grind of your hips
The lustful breaths we take
I can still feel the brush of his lips on mine
And the strength of his arms as he pulls me close.
I wish I could go back to that beautiful time
Your hands run through my hair
Your piercing eyes searching mine
For what, I do not know
Nor do I know what you will find.
Maybe you see the way I adore you
My thoughts always wandering back to you
I am not a cheerleader.
I am not on a team.
I don't have any honors,
Let's not be mean.
I have my passions,
And you may not understand,
Certain hobbies fasten,
Themselves to my hands.
I am but a mere quirk in the face of billions, shifting my way down on a path that shall leave me dispersed.
Times have shaped the outline of my brain, leaving me so estranged from the me of the past,
Slowly, we dance our waltz,
One two three, one two three, on and on,
But I’m on two when you’re on one,
And I know how this dance ends,
Slowly, the music builds,
I am...
I am my father's daughter
I am his patience, I am his kind spirit
I am his athlete, I am his social butterfly
I am my mother's daughter
I am her sensitivity, I am her best friend and she is mine
I’ve been told that my circumstances will have me thrown into a bowl of “you will never be’s”
I’ve been told that I will never be able to turn my face proudly to the sun without feeling the guilt of the shadows that fall at my feet
My heart could set the world on fire
with what I feel for you.
but they will never understand
how hard it is
to hide the flames
when they burn inside of you.
As easy as counting one, two, three
I tend to learn with a breeze
A fast learner who’s quite free
From the struggle of trying to see
For strength and passion is what it takesSaving lives, a person it makesThe things i've seen, the things i've doneWill normally make a normal person run.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality.
Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity.
This is passion.
My passion.
Mama says
“You have no passion. What do you love? What do you like?”
I don’t respond, I hate conflict, don’t want to fight.
But there’d be no mind-changing anyways
Her smile was as warm
As a summers night
With the moon shining
In the candle light
She had no flaws
None that i could see
Or at least i thought
So i played for fun
There is something divine about uncertainty
To know that blessings are just around the corner
Maybe you are the blessing
Maybe I am the blessing
There is something divine about being a blessing
Sometimes we hold on to our failures and depressing past,
And allow those events to define our untrue, discontent character.
Beaten, battered, and treated like an outcast,
Left to battle the war as a lone challenger.
There is no end to the madness.
Yet there is no definite beginning.
Some say it’s all feel.
Others say it’s all preparation.
Creativity is it’s bloodline.
Imagination lies at it’s core.
Write when you are empty.
Spend your days
burying your thoughts in print,
allowing the words to take you deeper
than your feet could ever wander.
Write of the rains of November,
of bruised sunsets,
As I close my eyes
Thoughts pop in my head
No pain or hurt
Just you by my side
Memories of you and I
Of the past and now
How happy we are
Loving to share
Life forgot my passion there
And handed me the key;
For what possesses better snare
Of curiosity?
The key, ornate with golden leaves
And “Carpe Diem” divine,
Life forgot my passion there
And handed me the key;
For what possesses better snare
Of curiosity?
The key, ornate with golden leaves
And “Carpe Diem” divine,
There once was an ignorant boy.
Who dreamed, only, of love.
He dreamed of passion, and dreams.
He dreamed blissful dreams of love.
One day it hit him.
What are visions? Are they dreams? Are they prophesies? Are they fantasies? Are they lies told to ourselves? Are they glimpses of another dimensions in which we are the same person, but walk a different path?
I could write a thousand words
And they would all be true.
I could create a soliloquy
And set it to a tune.
I could scream from high,
Compose it in the sky.
Paint a picture dear and bright,
I'm cold. A chill in the air.
Wood fire dwindling to smolders.
Ash crisped cinders to share.
Cotton between our shoulders.
That endearing musk of burnt wood.
In my ardor and passion,
I conclude that your
entire realm,
from scented hair
to cologne toes,
One day I'll catch you pick pocketing my chest cavity.
I'll catch you reaching past flesh without calamity.
I'll catch you, hands stained with red taboo,
So, we sit
We wait
What now?
The smooth, seductive sound
Of the blues swim around us
The intoxicating moods that shift all around
I look at you
You look at me
Tell me something
Not an empty something
Tell me the truth
Don't tell me to just smile
Or hide it all inside
Cause those things aren't working
I've got no one by my side.
Authentic,
Loving,
True,
Or Bold,
I watch life go by as I turn old,
I love the world around me,
I love the people near,
to my heart...
Hate,
Screaming,
Confused,
Yes I can get a little over excited,
apparently I'm told I do the most.
For as long as I could remember,
I felt more joy with others than being by myself or "alone."
Beginning at three
I have started my journey
Thoughtfully drawing
This is who I am
This is Where I find my peace
I confide in art
The mask, stress, fakeness
She is a young girlRosacea gives it awayFull of life, energy, and strong beliefsShe has a different way of looking at the worldNot to judge but to exploreShe wonders how others will look at her
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world,
beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides,
what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
Dream Big and Dream Small
Dont let the Failures Fall
Step High and Step Low
Choose the Right Path to go
Succeed Now and Succeed Later
Succeed when you Make Friends with Haters
Live Now and Live Then
Before the night
During the day
We all hide
In several ways
Hair in face
is my way
With no filter on
I have many flaws
face like sand
and nose so tall
I like quoting movies-
A lot.
I sometimes forget that the world
Isn’t privy to my inner dialogue;
If the world could hear my thoughts,
it would get lost, buried,
With no filter, my face is pretty average,
My voice and hair are nothing to salvage.
I’m quiet and shy when around the unknown,
My soul and color and pride aren’t shown.
When I’m near the ones I care for most,
"How could you say that, my ego is demolished"
I have never apologized for just being honest
There are way too many people
Who lie to their friends to make them feel better
Snowy layers beneath our cold feet,
Warm lights strung above in a line--
When our eyes first meet,
Your warm hand touches mine,
Beaming Yellow
Layers of makeup coat my anxious cheeks,
Tutus glimmer under the incandescence.
An eerie silence follows applause,
Then darkness pours into the wings.
I am forced to face my fate.
The real me isnt pictures you see online
Or even sometimes outside.
The real me is deep down
Wondering if its okay to be herself or hide.
The real me isnt a staright A student
But doesnt mean Im not smart.
If you take away the filter
The hashtags, the signs
I’m left bereft of options
And put simply, there am I
Half-hidden in the sun
But avoiding the glare
You take my picture neck up
Bump, bump, bump, the needle goes.
Stitch after stitch; they form a row.
Two pieces of fabric sewn to make a seam.
Sew, pull, cut; it becomes a routine.
Hard work and imagination you need
The Dance
Written by: Stephanie Garcia
When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings,
we dance.
The drums pound and two hearts beat as one
working in rhythm and cadence.
She moves like a feather
That twirls with the breeze,
So she can abate her bad memories
And set her soul at ease.
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom
When I am excited
Because I am just me
I sing out loud
While my headphones are on
Because I am just me
I listen to myself talk
My heart is a saxophone
Full of passion
Full of love
Full of strength
Once you slide the ligature
Around the mouthpiece and reed
The tightening, so trivial
She stands looking in the mirror
and what does she see ?
what she appears
to be
a young woman of faith
filled with promises from above
Her flaws run deep
yet she is washed clean
5 minutes is all it takes for a stranger to see what a wonderful human being you are, to become captivated by every part of you and they've only begun to scratch the surface, wh
The dancer stands on the stage unmoving
Eyes watched him with intense stares silently
Music starts to play, volume improving
Beating, he feels his heart race violently
Red roses and blue violets
Were never-
Never will be
Enough.
Because I cared
Enough for the both of us.
Maybe that's why
You didn't care at all.
Despite my fingers being buried in yours,
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear.
I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips.
The Wander is free.
Passion is heart and gumption and drive,
Being enthralled with the idea that one day you'll thrive.
It's the late nights of coffee and failure and stress,
As I pick up my violin,
And rosin the bow,
I feel ready to let the music free,
One small note,
Then a scale,
One by one,
The notes fly,
And when the last note turns to mute,
Swish, the white and blue-lined silky fabric tingles my nylons
Big, bright lights glare into my eyes, but my smile stays put until the corners of my mouth ache.
Don't go, please don't
he cried out to his sun
as her restless waves
crashed his words into one
His numb, brittle fingers
tried to lift her spirit up
but the moon continued to linger
"Fireworks" you murmured
That summer afternoon
Wrapped in your arms on the couch
A kiss that ended so soon
It was my first with you
Beforehand didn't matter
Flaw comes with opinion.
Opinion is point of view.
If who I am is who I want to be,
then who are they to say it isn't true.
I am flawless Because of Me,
Hiding way deep down,
a gypsy soul to be.
Hiding way deep down,
she had yet to see.
Still oblivious,
but closer to her dream,
Still obliviouse,
potential it did seem.
Flawless Dancer
The lights brighten and the curtain rises.
I stand motionless...
Shaking.
Passion: Noun.
Intense driving, or overmastering conviction.
Yes! I Am Triumphant.
I have discovered the depths of the blurry image
Of what the crystal ball kept trying to show me.
Passion: Noun.
Intense driving, or overmastering conviction.
Yes! I Am Triumphant.
I have discovered the depths of the blurry image
Of what the crystal ball kept trying to show me.
The curtains fall, their breaths' are hushed
She enters the stage, cheeks a'flushed
She's captured the moment, they are rapt attent
On the edge of their seats, even Lord Gent
Fragile as the flight of a butterfly,Is this love that lives in constant fear.Ready to fight for its desires
Im tired of creating fiction
be an addition
I'm tired of dreaming
where reality is teeming
it's hard to survive
when you have already died
But I know everything is right
when you are in sight
Love
Day in and day out
Sexuality questioned because
I don't follow the common guide to attraction
I want to love too
But why should I follow society's rules?
I want to be held
I want to cuddle
Has Anyone Told You...
Today?
If Not,
Let Me Be The First!
Has Anyone Told You...
That They Love You
Let Me Be The First!
Has Anyone Told You....
That You Are Beautiful
I can rhyme words without a rhythmbut as soon as I try, I lose the feeling.So I’ve learned to let them flow,let ‘em rolloff my tongue - or in this case my pen -
I am not too funny
Not delightfully clever
I am not beautiful,
Being that my face does not inspire poems or ballads
My tall lanky frame is not the object of envy
When I walk into a room no one stops and stares
How can I express to theeThe ways of which I love?This love I feel means more to meThan any god above.Oh! I love thee to the depths Of the sea.Surely I do.For in my dreamsIt it you I see,
Could you feel me leave; and climb so high to see the world at my feet?
Steady storms ashore, but I'm the iris and I just want more
It's in the stars: the treble in my heart will be heard on Mars, for
Ever since my hands could grasp
I was doodling and drawing something.
I speak through my hands, not my tongue.
The raddling and shaking of my ideas within my skull
The hour glass flips over as soon as you're born
Time creeps away like nocturnal raccoon
You go about life like a winding staircase
At first you take caution with every landing you reach
The delay is over and the chapter of adolescence we've all anticipated has come to breath;
Dance is my passion
A blessing that I can speak
Through just a movement
I am lifted by the Lord.
Craving GOD'S Holy Word.
Wherein my thoughts often linger.
Searching Scriptures pages,
Quelling this world's rages,
Finding Christ, Salvation's bringer.
Baby, you make me smile.
You make me want to run a mile.
Maybe even let my responisibilities pile.
Baby, I wanna stick around for awhile.
Just for you, I will exile
all those who try to be hostile.
It takes baby steps,
I started out crawling at the ground
Wanting to be different, so
I walked into dozens of
Audition rooms to distinguish
My playing from others.
It's that time of year again,
when the duck migration does begin.
Shotguns, waders, and shells,
ready to hunt the flooded rice fields.
Opening morning sunrise,
signals the ducks early surprise.
All signs read,
great hunting ahead.
The rut was beginning,
in the woods I was hunting.
The deer were a moving,
they need not be hiding.
Acorns were a dropping,
many a deer came running.
These words cant even express my love for you
they can only entertain ones mind
We had many things in common
but was not common was our time.
when i heard that you were gone
i couldnt help but to cry.
This beautiful music -
The key to my "Someday"
That is what I told myself,
And it was true
This beautiful music got me here
This beautiful music got me through
A childhood of pain
Today I saw a homeless man, so I decided to buy him lunch.
He said with tears in his eyes that he had not eaten in days and said thank you so much.
When I step onto the field,
I forget about my problems...
I forget about my stress...
Because right now my team needs me.
I have to play my best.
We've practiced for hours,
For the game that we love.
When I step onto the field,
I forget about my problems...
I forget about my stress...
Because right now my team needs me.
I have to play my best.
We've practiced for hours,
For the game that we love.
I didn’t know at first.
First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
To my desire,
Is it even possible?
I hate you so much.
You are the crimson fire that burns angrily in me.
You are the bush of thorns growing around my heart.
Bright lights flashing,
extended lashes batting,
one last breath and I rush on stage
this is no longer me.
captured my the music,
lost in the movements,
this is no longer me.
It’s been a long time without you,
This leaf burning season is always so hard,
I have so many memories I want to relive
But I won’t hold back or leave my heart guarded.
So memories has faded
I had never felt so lone
Bringing back my lonely heart
Take this pain from me
Far is forever when it's you and me
Even though i don't regret
I feel low in my chest
Afraid to ask for counselAfraid of what they'll sayAfraid of being torn againAfraid of being away
Steady is not my emotionsSteady is not my heartSteady like the wind which isSteady not from the start
Caress me like a fine sculpture
Whisper in my ear those soft words
Silk and satin
Skin to skin
Bring me to the highest point
Hands tangled in hair
Wrapped in one another
The soft breeze sways the trees
As you twirl me in a bed of leaves
to the rhythm of our beating hearts
You pull me close and our souls' music starts
Your breath whispers in my ear
I smile at the storm
Because I love the challenge
The fog covering my Dreams
Makes my dreams vivid
The rain weighing me down
Adds to the weight that anchors me
To the roots of my passions
Blue, Yellow, Purple, Red,
All these colors running through my head,
Going through my heart to my hand.
Brush strokes that feel so mesmerizing.
Each shade, color, and line,
Out into the woods I walk
I dont even dare to talk
As I hear the sound of a duck
I look around only to see a nice eight-point buck
And as I feel the old worn bark of an oak
The flowing waters of Eros
Traversed the infinite space
Where cold and stoic I lingered
Far from warmth’s embrace
Slowly, thus intrigued,
Approached the seeming cause
Of my dismantling
With a great, burning passion
I fly high into the sky
Far above the clouds
Heading towards the stars
Following the wind without question
Knowing up here I'm safe
And am blessed with new freedom
Scared and silent, I was often unheard
Misjudged, overlooked, ignored
For years I struggled on,
burning with passion and expression,
When the darkness takes over
He was my hero
He was my life
The one that saved me every night.
The light to my soul
The beat to my heart
Was how I felt before we fell apart.
This trial and error
This beautiful pain, has left me needing more
I really wished you hadn't slammed that door behind me,
With every sip of you, I swallowed too much
I sank in your sadness, I drowned in your love
and with every bottle, I became overwhelmed
Finally the time has come to run
Spring time is always filled with so much fun
Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss
Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.
Whispers in the WindWritten by Adam M. SnowEntrance me with your tune,that gentle voice of yours.
Why do I need feminism?
Because in a world of hate,
I have to love myself
Or no one will
Because I cannot
walk down the street at night
It's because I feel a need to live up to this standard
A bar set by my elders,
To make them proud,
To be successful,
And to always strive for more
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
"You did this"
I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year.
I am ony six years old.
As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
I feel as more than flesh and bone
When I walk my feet don’t drag a corpse
Because I’ve heard the song of my heartbeat’s tone,
The melody beyond all words
The chill from the propeller
Up at jumping altitude
Runs down the body, up my spine
And electrifies the mood
It’s a love/hate thingThat I wish I could stop.It’s a Cinderella dreamThat I wish I could swap
Her heart is slowly dying.
Her scars grow deeper and deeper.
As she is no longer trying.
Only watching the calamity beat her.
The fire surrounds her soul.
She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
I am weary; I am weak.
No strength is left in me.
Sustain me; remain in me.
Save me from myself.
Take my transgressions away.
Make a cut; let my sins bleed out.
Take me to a place full of peace.
The truest pain is the one you don't initially feel Question, what happened? and was it even real?
You look at me with that smile
makes me feel like I can run for a mile,
till you trip me with your sexual statements and volgarity,
you hooked me in the beginning, made me feel special
The monster inside me is winning. I tried to hold it off for so long. My strength is winding down. This battle is won. I am messing with love. You love her, and I cannot control that.
4 AM and y SAT prep book lies before me, and by now I have accomplished more than usualThe sound of cars on the highway is the only thing that separates me from silenceand my ongoing thoughts are what separate me from sleep.
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes,
Ankle biting and cold air,
nothing to stop me,
but so many things to keep me away.
How does one make words
into sentences again?
The world has forgotten,
"A good wine mellows as it ages"
is what my dad says in reaction to my passion.
I don't want to here this because my feelings are real
For me
For you
But for no one
By faith
By life
By all
My eyes see what my mind won't
My mind sees what my eyes can't
For the love of the words
And fear of the unknown
The page is blank,
Pure and white.
It is smooth to the touch.
Oh, but one must be careful,
For the slightest touch could taint it.
A touch bears pressures and colors
The epitome of what a woman should be.
I struggle to capture perfection in words
You do it ever so effortlessly
If by chance you notice any defection, its absurd
Not timid nor intimidated by possibilities
Tick Tick
Tock Tock
Minutes slip away on my clock.
Need some motivation,
The days keep passing while I’m on vacation.
So what keeps me going,
Makes me want to keep growing?
I don't write because I can,
Or because I think I'm good at it,
Or because I want applause.
I write because, next to my lungs,
Words are what keep me breathing,
And the link between my left hand
I inhale
lately the oxygen is accompanied
by a dart in my spine
a prick in my mind
One of my old poems:
Sometimes I feel like a puppet,
Pulled along in another's hands
Obeying the orders to do this or do that
My every rebellion already orchestrated
Music arise from within
And radiate through my fingertips
My blood warms and breath lengthens
Eyes melt shut
Sway, drift, shudder
The things that make me tick...
Some you'l understand
others you'll get a kick
One thing is double standards:
Girl gets layed - she's a sex hazard
Guy gets layed - he's got swagger
I find that as a writer
I'm not very good
At using colorful language
Or creating vivid imagery
In a person's mind
With only words.
I'm really good at black and white
Cut and dry and to the point
The melody sings
Over everything else,
Lilty,
Free,
And lithe;
She leaps and bounds playfully
Like a child in a meadow,
A streaming, gleaming pool of notes
Plinking just above the sky.
i want to make you feel loved. kiss your eyelids.
caress your skin with my fingertips, everything about you has me bewitched.
There are many moments in a persons life, but the first moment is birth when one is born into a world that we know nothing about some say it is a beautiful world I say it is
To be heard is to be Waldo, found at last
To be heard is to be the smallest person in any given room with the most passion of any given person
"I like big books and I cannot lie"..
And poems that especially rhyme
My escape as a child and in time,
An escape from the "Me" I spent years trying to find.
Holding on to the words of the pages
Have you ever woke up one day
And looked in the mirror
But this day is different than any other day
From looking in the mirror
Because you see something that wasn't there yesterday
You see potential
Born with a story,
that includes all my woman ancestor's strength
that co-habits with my own.
I stand by what i believe is worth crying over
and fight until bloody knuckles are stinging.
Im sitting here, with my pen limply in my hand
they are words,
someone elses words that teach me someone elses thoughts
but admist this tunnel of darkness as i drown in thoughtless learning
a firefly
No matter what,
I will never forget the first time
we kissed.
Walking together on a trail,
completely captivated,
waiting for the perfect opportunity
to make time stop.
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird;
Constantly fluttering delicate wings-
Not flying, but floating softly unheard,
Taking what you please from what nature brings.
While a man aint answering his phone
Or at 3 in the morning, he still ain't home
His "Christian Woman" is all alone
Asking God "What did I do wrong?"
I went roaming
(Villanelle poem)
I went roaming in their territory,
They can break and bruise me,
I'll never stop fighting
Snickering and doubting me,
I am neither strong nor skilled,
The one and Only God of gods, who gave his only begotten son
That whom so ever believes in him
Shall not perish but live everlasting, Amen.
God isn’t real you say?
Yet he surely is,
Was there ever more a morning in July,
Were a pair embraced
A kiss upon ones cheek, set the boy to fly
M'lord was that love,
Send a sign to assure ones tattered mind,
If so be it
M'lord
I love thee
There is a burning light
Red and gold dancing in my soul
A fiery passion kept in a cage
Beautiful and powerful, but no need to be afraid
My passion isn't like any other
My passion is the kind of passion
that doesn't point its finger but its palm
It is the air I breathe; it keeps me calm
therefore I'm not a tick...BOMB
Faster and faster,
Until the air leaves your lungs.
You can’t breathe
But that’s okay that’s the feeling you’ve been waiting for
You dance until you feel like you’re going to drop and then you move on
Passion, is something that you love to do and something that you could do for the rest of your life.
Eyes searching hungrily
Viewed as meat and an object
Who am I to object?
Who am I to say no?
I have no say in what is 'right' for me to do
I must know my place
You make me hate you and come close to crying
My anger rushes out and I control it because I'm trying
If I wanted I could let it out
A chaos this would cause, we wouldn't want that now
I am from the midnight sunset
dreamt on by angels
From a cut in half oak tree
residing on a corner
I am from the machine made earthquake
that rocks the beds
and frightens the children
So you're thinking about running
And it's less about the outcome,
the hardened muscles and lean body,
And more about the feel of wind
Rushing through your hair
Feeling the elements
As they pass
I define love for a purpose; as the passion of one heart for another in the hope of being loved in return.
I play the guitar hoping to get far.
Not just to get by , but enough defy.
All who resent me , with a youthful burst of energy.
They tell me I must become an engineer.
The pay is good , and getting famous is rare.
Water.
Floundering.
Almost drowning.
Remnants of a man-made aircraft smolder in the sea.
Where am i?
Business suits,
skinny jeans,
high heels,
t-shirts,
A woman tried to save her life from a man that believed the only way to love was to beat his wife
Patient x-rays displayed the six inch cuts carved in her face and her entire jawbone knocked out of place
each paycheck of mine is soiled with notes and words and
organic molecules. every stolen envelope, in
my mind, resonates
a time of vast
Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked.
A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter
Striped orange and white
Totally different from a Deer
Who is as though appears Inferior
Buttons pop off seam by seamNo baby this is not a dream
Chest bearing chestHe is trying to make sure that is is the best
Belt unbuckles , pants hit the groundOh now you must know its going down
I will chase you
Like the moon hunts the sun
Though you hide in caves with your demons
I beg you unleash them in our bed
Watch Pools of passion overflow on the sheets
When you care about something enough you do
Everything you can to win it
But obviously you don’t get it
How can you stand there and tell me to quit it
When you are not even in it
I am working with a passion
Close your eyes and imagine
All the things that could happen
Wake up to a cup full of coffee
Questions everyday
What you're how old?
How did you even get here, your a baby?
Omg! You're a baby, my little sister/brother is your age.
You should not be here, go back to highschool where you belong.
If a sinner is what I'm called to be,
Take the halo away from me.
Take away what makes me a saint,
my angel wings you must taint.
Make me a criminal to the core,
Being the second born of three Mexican American children, I've been told i was born independent and always had my mind set, knowing what exactly it was that I wanted.
Dedication.
Determination.
Trust.
Passion.
That is all it takes.
An education.
Major in business management.
Double major in theatre.
A four year university.
That is all I need.
Passionate heart thiefBy anonymously me Call me a thief of passionate hearts...Passionate arts collide as I seek afterTrue love now a lost art...Never foretold to last forever but
I have the chance to change one thing in this world.
I have the chance to change one thing in this
big
messed up
beautiful
world.
So I jump up,
throw my arms in the air,
To you whom-- has my heart
I seek in you, my whole desire.
But she punctured you, thy dart.
we speak, my love, in quiet words.
with words we must not leak
for she will come and tarnish you
The rap game is constantly changing
Unfortunately, not for the better
Instead of making songs about positivity, morals, and goals
They're rapping about sex, cars, and clothes
Apocalypse
It’s the new thing
Movies, books, everywhere
We think we are safe
Hiding behind the screen
Life is full of opportunites
And it's up to me to take my chances.
To give back and not only change my life,
But change everyone who advances.
Because life isn't always easy.
Beads of sweat
Collect on my forehead
And are
Dabbed away
I exhale,
A painter
Left to interpret his lucid masterpiece
Hanged askew on the wall
There's a void in my head.
What could it be but the emptiness I feel in my being?
One tells me I will not make it,
Another tells me they see a bright end of a dark tunnel.
The ideas in my head scream for attention,
I used to think that bubble wrap,
Was the best way to go.
That touching the world,
Through a pane of glass,
Was better than feeling the warmth,
Beneath my fingers.
The heart beats like a thousand drums
When in the face of inquiry to another
A yearning soul heard over melodious hums
When starting out
We are like a cocoon
All wraped up in love
Blind to our surroundings
As time goes on we start to break free
We find out that our cocoon of love
Was never what it seemd
he was only a boy
yound and bold, unable to be dragged down
smothly surfing along with the tide flow of life
searching for nothing other than love.
he spent his days thinking about her
Mesial, Incisal, Lingual, Facial,
These are the surfaces of my dream
Slidig smootly over the deep pits and fissures
Weaving in and out of the sulcus displacing bacteria
Floss.
Je t'aime, mon amour
I love you, my love
Je t'adore, mon amour
I adore you my love
Let us dance in the moonlight
Let us sing to the night
I got heart and my mind is begging for a job that asks for a little bit more on my part.
Ive been a part of the corporate world and it didnt make my heart spin.
A writer’s sword is a pen
Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink
Inside a long plastic contraption
It spews words exempt for bigotry
And hatred.
A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
What is your job?
Is it something you dread?
Fear? Hate?
It shouldn't be.
What should your job be?
Your job should be something you enjoy
Love. Anticipate.
don't you wake up some days & wander..
just wander and wonder..
"Where am I going?"
"What am I going to do?"
& its amazing, too..
certainly you've felt life tug you, hug you, and even push you away..
and I'm certain you've seen life assert it's opinion to your dismay..
& by all means necessary, life has lead you to this point..
I feel it.
Burning from within
A rumbling desire
Images and scenes flash by in my head
Your hands all over me
Everywhere.
All lips and tongue
On me, in me
These words follow me...like verbs after a nounOver and over againLike the echoes of a soundPounding on my mind
I used to think that love was a song that was only sung by pretty girls, no nerds or fat ones needed, just ones that rocked worlds.
My dream job is one that I did not think of when I was five.
Every kindergartener wanted to be a doctor, a princess , a prince or something from their minds.
I'm not sure what I want to be
But I know what I want to see
I know I want to see brokenness healed
To see humanity revealed
I want the heart put back in society
To stop all the hurting
Deep in my mind
Imagination was born,
Constricted in bind
My imagination had torn.
The walls that had lied,
That constricted my life
Are no longer alive.
Now that I'm free
This is the moment I've been working for my entire life.
As I perfect my makeup and wrap my hair into a tight bun I look into the mirror and smile.
I am ready.
Lacing up my skates, nice and tight.
One life
One world
Many opportunities to make a difference.
To change the world
with just one job
could be the easiest thing in the world...
if it's already your passion.
Our sight is skewed.
You look through a lense
yet it is not your own;
they placed a focal upon your face.
Constantly neglecting to notice your nose,
though its incapable of escaping your vision.
Look
Look at her mouth
At the thoughts that once filled that mind
The after math of a death too early
After all someone has to be the one to examine the bodies
All I want
I need
People dedicating themselves wholly to an ideal
Accepting a way of life that is almost surreal
Submitting their transient needs for something greater
Solving problems on coffee, feeling like a martyr
You are a coward.
A coward with temptations,
That you could not resist
The evil damnations.
That leave my stomach in a twist.
Why did you do it?
You said you loved me more.
Music might help with it's melodies,
However it is still has no effect,
Still there are no remedies.
Just songs to select.
Some might say it is a cure.
Some might say it is a place.
A disease,
That no ones knows,
But it stings like bees,
Yet still no one sees.
My father,
Has this curse,
He looks at his daughter,
She knows it hurts.
Dejection,
No affection.
Depression,
No expression.
Happiness?
No. Not anymore.
No more blessedness.
No more galore.
Why do I still love.
Why do I still trust.
I am learning.
I am craving.
I am yearning.
And I'm caving.
I feel this desire.
Adoration.
No, I am not a liar.
Not an abomination.
I am not inferior.
to say who I am
feels like betrayal,
for I’m never
the same person
twice
and oh how lovely
it is to know
I’m never who
I was before
and for each
When I was five, I first met her
In a thicket of minds
waiting patiently to see her
Projected on a sheet that smelled like sunshine
She connected us like the windows of a greenhouse
Don't ever give up.
Where would we be if Abraham Lincoln didn't end slavery, fixing humanity as if it's a broken cup?
He watched her dance,
she twirled on her toes,
and leapt through the air.
He had no idea the strength it took,
the pain that made her heart give way.
Then she fell,
like a broken doll,
Sometimes i stop believing,
i just think about it and stop breathing,
i cant take the fact that the things that i lack
are the things that i need
i mean please, please
let me find happiness,love,
As I aged
It faded fast
Although I wished
It would last
One foot forward
One foot back
Now memories are
Of the past
Piano, Forte
Fast, Slow
What I did was stop
Instead of go
Taunt fingers touch the stringsAll musings of pain forgottenWeightlessly they float over and againIn a delicate repetitious pattern
The confederation had beliefs quite skewed
They wanted all policies to be renewed
But the union wishes to unite ones thoughts
My life, I watch it from the passanger side
of the car, go go go and never come back.
Today, apart of me; who I am died.
The Girl with the platinum platformed heels walks with her head held high.
Run down that runaway train,
Hold on to that wild buck's reins.
It's a crazy adventure
with a beautiful lure.
Oh, kill me with your hands!
Pleasure me in your quick sands!
Set me on fire,
The merest of isolations
With the purity of a newborn soul
I glide through the woods,
sureptitiously,
As I allow the innocent melodies,
to tickle my ears.
I allow myself to breathe,
Bro lets hit the rock!
The beach, where I truly feel free
Its the only place I really want to be
I'd rather not be anywhere else
Anywhere else just isnt the same
Anywhere else is completely and utterly lame
To thee, I pose a question,
Where shall the time go when it has passed by?
Does it creep through the window up into the endless realms of space,
Wrong.
A word we'd rather not hear. I'm not sure who constituted it. Who started it. Who decided what it was and wasn't, but it's here now.
Wrong.
I have a passion being on that field
The perfectly cut grass all bright and green
All the love for the game is revealed
You can hear the nervousness in our scream
The rivals cross the field all set and steady
The time has come and I'm ready to surpass one of life's greatest milestones that isn't taught in class. If I did not need to decide, I'd gladly take off and explore, but I must, so I shall, and I'll try not to view it as a chore.
Here I sit in the dark, alone and cold.
The rain and wind, pounding the blind, don’t stop.
The blind sways and creeks, acting as if old.
The bait sits waiting, the cream of the crop.
Every year, teachers ask me at school:
What am I passionate about?
I sit and ponder, unsure of whether I should give the easy answer,
or if I should go with the hard one.
The easy answer? I'm passionate about
I dream of having a story to give.
I’ve never experienced a drive-by shooting, military recruiting,
bank looting. I smell car engines polluting, watch students computing,
and listen to Justin Timberlake suiting.
It takes pain to know that you're alive,
That your heart is beating.
That your skin is feeling.
That your lungs are breathing.
It takes passion to know that you have the drive,
Her pastel blue dress flowing like a river,
cascading down her legs.
The moon light, casting an iridescent glow
on her already tanned skin.
His suit, black like the night sky above
Has anybody found courage?
You do this everyday and just don’t know the definition
It is easier than addition or even school tuition
It ‘s so easy a cave man can do it, funny right?
I laid out the fuse,just waiting on you.
Flickering in the distance,a spark to the ignition.
Emotions light up,feelings burn up.
Now a pluming mystery,do you want to kiss me please?
Her eyes, blue like a deep ocean.
I dive in and feel the velvety soft water caressing my skin.
I swim through the endless waves of blue.
I don't thirst for air as I watch the sun dance across the surface.
This passion of mine is a craft I refine,
Words Clash and align then get graft into lines.
Disaster and crime get you blast with a nine,
Just for cash or a dime bet you castin' a sign.
That day was just another day of rain.
There is no other time where I have felt more pain.
With overwhelming fear, and doubt on my mind.
I fought every day to stay alive.
What reasons did I ever have to stay here?
I'm sad.
I'm angry.
I'm lost.
I'm scared.
I'm happy and daring and waiting, prepared.
I want to, I have to, I need to share
Love is our energy
Passion our vitality
Understanding and compassion the vein of our existence
Every time we laugh
When our smiles mirror our hearts
It seems that we will never face resistance
The game is about to begin, once the ref oscillates her hand
I can hear my heart pounding louder than the bounce of the ball
I look up at the scoreboard that is as blank as a check, then to the stand
Studying Pre-Med
Always loved fitness and health
Never second-guessed
An epiphany
Wanted something much greater
Much second-guessing
Coined Freckled Nettles
It was the final set,
Victory was near.
It had come down to this,
The world would get,
And with one little sphere,
Into a company of bliss.
Match point, it was
I love him,
He loves me,
But how could I be so dumb?
Why can't I see?
This is wrong,
But it feels so right,
To be in his arms
And to hold me tight.
I hear the slightest sound in the middle of the night. Both my heart and my breath have ceased for the moment.I am completely motionless.There goes another noise.This time, it is more distinct.
I see our souls dancing as we entwine,
rhythm, steps, keeping time.
Beautiful whisps of silver cord,
dancing upward, heaven-toward.
Our love keeps us bound,
A simple butterfly before you start
The sweaty palms and warming up.
All your worries and fears come flying in
Hey Mr. Principal,
Hey Mr. Smith,
I hope you sit comfortably –
On your plush office plinth,
With all your private accolades –
That no one could care about,
To the varsity trophies –
You called me baby
I melted like snow
in April sunlight
consumed by your blue eyes
you captured my arms
pushed me down as
I screamed no
But you covered my mouth as
you called me baby
There once was a summer.
A summer full of sun and delight
A summer with a boy.
A boy with great might.
I fell in love with him, that boy.
His touch reminded me of peppermint. Tingly.
Eyes flowing with invitations and implications
Slightly parted lips begging to be met by more
A pulse beating a rapid rhythm so rowdy it's almost audible
Orbs soft and malleable
Made for manipulation
Everyday I sit quietly
Wishing to say
Everything I've ever wanted
But I can't seem to cave
Yet with friends I'm so different
Its crazy to see
How quiet and shy a person I can be
Passive verbs will do just fine
Unless of course, you wish to be kind
Original characters are just great
Unless of course, they arrive too late
Use my names, or two, or three
Unless of course, they belong to me
I want to see you light up
I want the room to charge with the energy of your passion
Instill that in your students and the world could change forever.
I want to know how much you care about me, and how I do
Petrified air sits frozen in the sweltering, deserted city of sand.
Its horizon the same in all directions, rural settings look crowded to this muted kingdom.
You are my star
My world
My universe
How did I get so lucky?
Trust me when I say I’ll be there when you cry
Watch, grow, learn
kick, swing, catch
sports
any type
best times in your life
every aspect applied
to the outside
teammwork on the field, in the classroom, in the workplace
The seas are calm.
My soul is free
The birds are singing let them sing.
In sweet harmony and song my soul is free.
The sun is shining.
Let it shine upon me.
It's as simple as taking steps to a desired destination. There's no need to be patient because you have the ones who matter waiting. Its the burn in your soul to be the best that has ever done it or even coming close.
Blinded by the glimmer, the light off-centered, shining on the empty things, objects of suffering, grasping all that glitters, grasping all that glitters, a light which seems to flicker, on and off throughout the night, will you reconsider?
Fashion design, what I was born to do
Sketch and design is what interests me most
But styling and selling suits me too
Fashion shows, I would like to be the host
I have a lot of plans for my future. I really want to make something of myself. I am currently trying to make it out of high school alive. I work hard every day at my school, because I want to get out of here.
I can't say that I've ever had a dear,
A darling husband to call my own,
But one thing on Earth I hold so near
is my passionate love for one thing alone.
The four-hooved creatures
run away in fright.
In this world we live in, we face many stages of adversity.
Some go through grief, others suffer from poverty;
But within our lifetime, we all fall under the trial of addiction...
At least only once, if not more than that.
Dear Teachers,
Where did all your passion go?
Your will to make a student know?
To know the joy, the thrill of life?
Of piercing ignorance, with a mind like a knife?
Why the monotone?
I thought you put the best in me,But you really just tested me.
I thought you wanted us,Instead I want to cuss.
I thought you really wanted me,But I guess you just want to be free.
Gravity is irresistible.
I want to stay away,
But this concept is not unmistakable.
It must sustain on the bay.
I feel defenseless
In my naked soul.
As I am relentless
I am blind to people’s ignorance,
However ignorance is bliss.
And I still have tolerance,
As I wait for an aching kiss.
I am dumbfounded
By his beauty.
And yet it is astounding
We romanticize about how our love lives should go,besides that’s the only thing we know in fairy tales and fantasies.We try to ignore realities and look for all its fallacies,
We’ve seen death.
We’ve experienced what the clueless would call “murder”.
We’ve felt every emotion possible
After that trigger was pulled,
Or that arrow was released.
The others, they don’t understand,
Our love was perfect tonight.
It sparkled, danced radiantly, so right.
The eyes that saw our treasured bond
knew we were sincere and fond.
You took my hand and didn't let go,
Life is like the music that takes you away
Your body moves at the sound of a drum
The steps that you take leads the way
Every leap and twirl that's where the determation lay
As the clock ticks, our educators dole out our curriculum : standards firm as bricks. We sit and wonder where the creativity went in education. The flint is almost extinct as the Fire Of Passion diminishes to ashes.
Love has no boundaries. Love is selfless.
Love is scarifice. Love is charity.
The rich in love reach out to the helpless.
The heart of gold grows in maturity.
One finds passion and eternally grows.
French, Spanish, English, German
All of these mean the same thing
France, Spain, America, Germany
All these are places filled with anything
Hearts, chocolates, cupids, roses
I love the energy around you
The way your protection portrays
I love to watch the things you do
For each domination in your ways
I love the way that makes you smart
There are a lot of reasons why I love you
that no one can compare to.
I love your smile
and the way you hold me for awhile.
I see you love me just for me!
How great your love shall ever be!
He sits, waiting
Waiting to seize his moment
Seconds feel like hours
Why does time go by so slow?
He feels his heart beat
This is my Race
From the starting line to the finish line
I do not run for anyone but me
Runnning is my life
My stress revealer
When I hear that gun shot
My heart pounds non-stop
Its that drip of sweat that's stuck on his neck
slowly making its way down to the bed
My head lays calmly relaxed
But my mind is in a wind and a fuss
Am I doing enough?
Should I touch?
“i suffer from intelligence” -unknown
well hey, unknown or not, it’s a great quote
by a great mind, whose sanity has flown
Maybe you just have my hormones going
That’s the reason my blood is flowing
So quickly and you got my pulse thats pulsing
So quickly you got my impulse going
I kiss you and my whole bodies glowing
So it's like this intoxicating rhythm, this passion beyond belief
That encompasses every fiber of existence in this room.
It feels like a heartbeat or like some thrashing exotic beast
I
Am told
By TV
And by my peers
What to think, but not
How to think. You
Must teach me
How to
Think.
You
Teach me
How to think,
Whether that be
How is it possible for me to miss you like this?All I want is your embrace and one more kiss.Then another and another and I won't let you leave.Every second you're away is every second I grieve.I must confess, I'm obsessedBut when you're with me I
i am not perfect
perfect is far from my reach
i have not always lived
to the expectations you had for me
but
i am something.
i have something to show for all of this.
She says sit like a lady
but has rules against chairs.
Here's six hours of reading,
I'm sure you have time to spare.
Here's a screwdriver and wood
now give me boat.
There is a list of to-do's,
To be considered great at something, you need experience
To be considered smart about something, you need experience
To be considered successful with something, you need experience.
Each day prepares us
For that furture we strive for
The blood, sweat and tears
Proof of all our endeavours
Waiting for the day
when our passion and career are finally one
Loneliness is not a state of mind.
It is a choice.
A way of life,
A feeling.
A feeling that possesses,
A feeling that deceives,
When into the west Apollo has gone
And the depths of night surround me
I am found in the shadows waiting there
For my love and lord to appear
Lets run far away Where no one can find usFind a little place to stay
Build a life on love and trust.
Who are you to decide who is superior?
Who are you to say I am inferior?
Peel away the skin and we are merely skeletons
But you wear a mask to hide the comparison
As if embarrassed of who you are
I inhale embers and spit fire. You're fireproof. Wishing in vain you'd be engulfed by the pyre. You're fireproof. Say it ain't so that when the lights turn low the fire doesn't light the room.
You're the only thing that keeps me sane
yet you drive me so crazy
and might I ask why baby?
Blood, sweat, tears
but I've put up with you for seventeen years
Loving you is a struggle
As I sit there listening to them talk,
I wonder am I good enough,
To be apart of this family,
That no longer know who I am,
Or what I have become,
A female apart of Humanity that is no longer understood,
It's referred to as "laxation" by the people of the lacrosse nation.
You can thank the North American Indians for the creation.
The game is completed in an hour's duration
with the occasional hesitation and aggravation.
The world is as ugly as it is beautiful,
as evil as it is good,
as cruel as it is kind,
as cold as it is warm,
as dark as it is bright—
but you will always have a choice on which side to take.
It isn't the way that you look at my lipswhen I talkor how you can fit your hand intothe small of my backwhen you stand next to meor how your girlfriend takes you to churchwith her every Sunday
As I stand here, at Ground ZeroI reflect on what happened all those years agoSo many bitter memories on my mindFrom the day I escaped with just my lifeI should be a dead man, I shouldn't be alive
Society has this picture, a picture thats perfect. Some are blessed with it, even though they dont deserve it. Sometimes I wonder how did I miss the drawing, its probably because im too busy in the background ooo-ing & aww-ing.
We come to learn the things, for which you have concerns;
We're here to seek the lives we dare not speak;
There is a thing called life, things that don't resolve around one night;
Expectations of Two
My mother lived
In a house of four
Beaten to perfection
And no flaws
Rising from the slums
Staying hungry to save money
She moved to the U.S.
To get a decent job
She is at an awful age
of youth and exhaustion
of revelry and caution.
They say "Your whole life is ahead."
But weigh her future on the decisions
of today
How can she discover herself
when
Education,
striving for excellence and determination,
because I am learning of X's and Y's and wars,
and I quite frankly can't take it anymore,
four passes dedicated to the bathroom per term,
In this world I am but a man,
Crossed with confusion and stooped with dearth.
But with your love and inspiration I stand,
And rise to a vantage between Heaven and Earth.
On this podium I see crystal clear,
Year one, day one;
This class is not how I expected it
College.
Where are all the cute guys and alcohol.
That's what I saw on TV.
Why am I scared, nervous
I wasn't like this in
high school.
The moment of return.
The sun setting in the daylight.
The embrace of the clearing clouds.
The touch of the warmness.
Something felt before, but once lost.
Given the chance to experience to be a firework.
Teachers ask you how you are
"im good, and you" we reply.
Thats because the truth hurts
but if I could say the truth, "im good"
would not be my answer.
"My fathers a runaway fugitive, my mother has cancer.
As a child we learn about love,
between a woman, a man and the sun.
Pure and sweet as a dove,
oh what a sick pun.
No one taught me that song,
I learned it on my own.
Now you claim I am wrong?
The truth is your too flirty,
Your suppose to be my Teacher, confidant, n support me
and here you are acting all dirty
truth is you have no morale for the school and dislike kids
Hush, silence.
All eyes up front!
Yeah, but what you didn't know was that I had to fight for my life the other night.
put Emotion when you Speak!
do not be Plain or Boring!
put Passion in your Tone of Voice!
not Sorrow!
Feel the Love do not Burn the Feeling!
Hands drenched in massacres.Whoever knew writingbloodbaths could cleansethe soul that overflowswith last words.
Sun shines down like fire.
Trembling desire,
My heart beats and beats and beats.
And beats
And beats
And beats
The girl steps forward
Golden hair and emerald green eyes
Skin as pure as her soul
She knows now what she has to do
The girl walks down the aisle
Her clothing as black as her thoughts
Your love takes me to a place that I could never explain.
A place that never even existed in my dreams.
A place only you and I know about.
Your love is the only thing on my mind.
Do you remember when,
When you wound that ribbon in my hair?
Or when you touched your hand to my face,
And it seemed like I didn’t have a care,
For you were there with me.
Nothing but sheer lace
Listen to me when I’m completely silent.
Listen to me when the weight of the world has made my mouth close tight.
I’ll say “I’m fine” but I’m not.
Listen to me- I mean really listen.
Dark Pain it is,the pain of desiregoing on and lose self once whole,entire.
The silent screams,internal bleedinglosing breath,the venom exceeding.
father’s spirit vanished when i was but a child
but long before my knees ached
and ran Red with swollen gashes
before i washed for hours
and before clean was never clean enough
but i grew tired and weak
In Your Arms No one Else Exists.
In Your Arms I Feel Secure.
In Your Arms I am Strong.
In Your Arms I am Completely Yours.
In Your Arms Our Heart Beat As One.
In Your Arms I Will Stay.
I broke the bonds,
Climbed out of the cave which was my ignorance,
Into a new world--a beautiful world,
Some embrace this servitude,
As children, they ask us
"What will you be when you grow up?"
We say astronaut,
president,
musician,
actor,
celebrity.
They smile and tell us
that we can do whatever we desire
Music is like the wind,
Flowing through a tree.
Peaceful yet mighty is thee.
Music is like a heart,
And does it's part,
In the society of you and me.
Music can't be explained.
Traveling the heartless tunnel, where I must defend,
Where I must pace slowly,
The Raging Wolf snarls in my glittered path.
Muting the song of heartbreak with his temper,
His seductiveness and lust-
Our love for one another grows even more each and every day, Our hearts have become one, So overwhelming our love overpowers us, I can honestly and proudly say you are the love I have been searching for, You are my soulmate, My husband.
He is the one whose mere presence makes me feel complete... He is the one who by looking at me can see what no one else sees... He is the one whose voice can make everything seem beautiful... He is the one whose smile can light up any darkness...
Loud were the sirens crying outand loud was the body that wanted to be let outWanted to be free and do whatever it pleasedNot knowing the regrets that it would reap.Loud were the warning bells that seemed to shout.
The skin that bites the cheek
A curled brow above the eye
An eye for a soar
a star in the sky
Passion ceases to exist
While the beauty never dies
A walk in the park
Emerging from Pentagon Metro Stop,Escalator-tall,Scarved by Mother,Booted by the Cat's MeowThrift-store back in Corvallis,I realize and remember thatThe last time boots felt this way
What will be when I am gone?
I think this question, thinking I’ll go on
But for all I know, I could die tomorrow
Then, would my loved ones grieve in sorrow?
In a world where goodis not good enoughand perfection is an endnever quite attained
I am trapped
I glanced through the crowdThere you stoodAnd from across the smoky roomI could feel your heartbeatPerfectly synchronized with mine
Clouds cast shadows on hills that mimic the ocean.If I stand in their rolling shade, will I still feel the sun?Or will I feel a coldness grip me,and shake me likebarley in the wind?
I push myself beyond all limits, laugh doubters in the face, nothing and no one can keep me from reaching,touching, breathing you. My oath is to pursue you everyday and never tire of being by your side.
Starting from middle school,
With petty journal entries
Just to keep some days in my memories.
I filled a journal with a key, bent.
The book didn't fill my hearts content.
As you walk onto the stage,
Your body is trembling, shaking;
Stomach is in knots
Looking into the crowd,
So many eyes are on you,
As you stay composed and graceful
I write so that you may see me
Wrapped so eagerly into this language
That can move so swift from my lips that the meaning
Brings nothing
But when you see it
I read their words and my heart breaks openWords of the soul that were never spokenCreations of the mind that were made to beVisions of their realityMy soul takes in their endless life
I write because
The connection from my brain to my hand
is Stronger
than the one from my brain to my mouth.
And when my hand moves across the blank page
It pours passion right out of the pen.
A breath of fresh air
Escaping life's problems.
Inspiration, Relaxation, Excitement.
Like a majestic river, flowing through my mind.
The freedom to express.
The power to create.
My experiences.
This wonderful gift flows through my veins like the blood that's inside me. It's not everday that a true poet is born. I write poetry because it's a way for me to escape, it's a way I can tell me about me.
I wanna write about stuff Like, I wanna write how I see others writeHow I used to write I wanna write about the things that only I and everyone else in the world understandAnd make them clap their handsForgot that it's poetry And snap their finger
Poetry is hope
It means you don’t have to be alone
Even when you are
It’s the light breaking through
Darkness swirling, spreading, growing
Poetry is beauty
Writing is the passage between conscious and soul,
Purposeful, meaningful, triumphant, and bold-
What you have when you fully express yourself,
Never second-guessing, never once pausing,
To bring joy to those who need it
And happiness throughout the world
I am able to lift sad spirits
Through writing my dreams are unfurled
As my pencil glides across my page
I love the way your eyes crinkle up
each time you start to laugh,
the way you smiled boldly, slyly
at me when you caught me staring.
I loved the way you blushed
even more though, quickly averting your eyes,
A blank sheet, a blank sheet, waiting for me to give it meaning.
A blank mind, wanting to express, wanting to let it all out,
Where do I start?
I start here.
A mind, a heart, aching to be heard.
Poetry is a language all its own,
a refuge, a safe haven, a beautifully rhythmic home.
Poetry is a power, a force beyond ourselves,
Yet my heart flutters, my gut repulses.I crave his company and voice,even though every mutter of his breath will be of her.The way his lips move when he speaks,oh it melts me to the core with crave.
i want to hear everything you have to say.
i want you to drown me in the sound of your voice,
and revive me with the subtle whispers you breathe.
i want you to perform a symphony
I could lie down on a small black couch
to fill the air with all my petty cares.
Or keep it bottled up inside
and let smolder,
until my face is lined, grey, and older.
Instead I use a pen, blank paper
Just dust I am, but God did mold my soul
I saw the light but I was born in war
My place of birth, no food it bore only war
The crops did die; the men did die and die
My mom did flee, my dad as well and I.
To speak for those without voices;To feel as they have felt,and bleed as they have bled;To record the lives of others,their thoughts,feelings,and opinions,so that they might become immortal
Running down the field of grass
Everything becomes clear as glass
Everyone shares one common goal
To stay away from the oncoming poles
Dodging the defense left and right
Growing up isn't easyThe struggles are endless.
No one can mentally prepare you for what lies ahead,in 7th grade an enlish teacher showed me how to cope with the madness.
There are moments in ultimate tiredness when I feel I can see everything, sense everything, understand everything. The music starts and my thoughts wonder. I feel as though we are all part of the same being.
Cocoa rain
chocolate champagne,
I wanna dance
in this beautiful mist,
kiss these poetic lips
of sweet honey dew
Get lost in this ebony hue.
Turn on the gray lights,
My Catharsis
I write,
To release my pain.
My catharsis,
Carries secrets:
Loves lost.
Loves gained.
Strained by defeat,
My soul softens.
Une autre nuit quièteQuand le lit est froidJ’espère et je souhaiteEt je pense à toi.
English Translation:
Lost are many thingsAnd forgotten follows a close second,Though never have I ever reckonedThese are where my love falls.
Always the little thingsAre the ones that make me grinWhether I like it or not,I seem to be drawn back again:
Feel the touch of the desert sun
Warming along our flesh
Egyptian cotton touching me
the passion grows internally
a kiss egniting the flames
breathless like a drowning child
Blinded by red and gold
I hate what you have done to me
all the pain you have caused me
do you regret me being here.
Cause that would explain
why you are never here.
How can you treat someone
who loves you, this way,
A coder who shines in the light.
One who determines, what seems wrong and what seems right.
What he is doing, is his passion.
The goal to be recognized, is always ever lasting.
He stays up all day and night.
Deep within my soul this story untold
Of love life happiness and dreams deferred
A poet’s passion
Let my pen lead you down, down this road if you dare
To tell a passion of poetry a love so deep none could tear
It's a sinful inferno that blazes higher and higher,
it takes a toll on my heart,
it nearly tears me apart.
People see angel wings,
I only see other things
like acid laced lips and,
Where would i be without a pencil and paper, a thought or a rhyme? Where would i be without emotion? Where would i be without poetry? How would i express my life to others without a map of guidance?
Passion is the tides rolling in to see you, you can always count on it being there. Passion wakes up with you every morning striving for what it wants, what it needs, softball.
Passion is the tides rolling in to see you, you can always count on it being there. Passion wakes up with you every morning striving for what it wants, what it needs, softball.
She breathes into me
Like a gentle wind
On a hot summers day.
She feeds me all I need
And gives me all I like.
Filled with such a beauty,
I am never alone.
For words and writings,
It gets so silent sometime that I wonder if God can even hear me,
No one to talk to because everyone has their own problems,
So to cope I throw my thoughts into a bottle,
Tighten it up so no one can get to them.
Ginger spines
Flaky sighs
Powerless,
You glossy-eyed
Creature.
I saw you there,
In the crevices of my dreams
Breathless, in a pool of gems
Lost within the carefree
Let love not be just an impassioned flameDark like charcoal in a matter of daysFleeting birds escaping, his misled aimSomething so exaggerated in plays
I dream of aspiring into a successful person, I dream of helping many people with the talent I hold within, I yearn to prove to my fellow companions that change is possible, that we shouldn't be tied down to the same traditional ways, we have the
He makes me sad
He makes me love him
He makes me feel
love for life, music
Stirring up something
so gentle
Feeling grace is a blessing.
I long to make
Fearless, Gentle, Lively, Powerful
Poetry is the air I breathe, the sacred serene sound of peace, the one and only complete atmosphere, where symbols provoke happiness or fear.
I write to have a voice
A voice that can scream
A voice that can cry
A voice that can laugh
A voice that is understood by others
A voice that means something
I write to have feeling
Swinging my hips side to side like they ain’t got no business
Looking at your lips, they can make some mean Caribbean kisses
Dreads mid-way your back
The hands won't moveLife is stillCan't you tell we just aren'tWe aren't movingWe aren't breathingWe aren't livingYet we are alive
Anchors aweigh sir, pray, sail away.
Those of Courage and Might this ship will stow.
The sea calls out good sir - I must obey!
Let us leave land, rock, sand, this very bay
Like a game of Russian Roulette,
I sit here and I sweat.
My palms are cold and wet.
I am waiting for the gun
To make its way to me.
Let’s swap hands you take my heart I’ll take your cigarette. Light me up here I’ll block the wind with the cuffing of my hand.
I was wrong I've been singing the wrong song cause I realized that true love isn't planned.
I do what I love.
I am passionate about what I do.
I dance.
It takes feelings and emotion to dance with passion.
I feel
Different
When I'm with you.
When there's no one around,
a spark,
ignites in my heart.
My skin heats,
combusting with every touch.
With each innocent smile,
Swing beats, be-pops, and bass lines
Breaking through paper
Breathing in life
Building off the groundwork of poetic hypnosis
When pencil meets guitar pick
And paper is the drum pad
That small yellow ball means everything.
People sprint to this commodity.
They must have this priceless treasure.
They spend their lives in dedication,
To a little yellow ball.
I seek adventure
I know not where I go
I'm not an extremist for
I dare not go there
I seek a strolling adventure
one that has beauty
and time
and power
and sweat to get there
The Words
drip onto the page like Candle Wax. . .
effortlessly flowing
from an endlessly burning wick.
The flame. . . of a soul too full
to keep all inside
and so it drips. drips. drips. . .
Eyes so big and beautiful. A heart so strong, yet so fragile. Your mind so brilliant, your love so enduring. Your lips, your spirit beyond alluring. Such a sweet disposition, living in a world full of confusion.
The mere sound that comes from the slight touch of a piano...
Traps my heart in a transparent fabric of ecstasy…
And my eyes are immediately fixed upon his fingers…
His fingers…
(poems go here)
Obra Maestra
He called onto the dirt, made the soil reflective
The final ounce of life now materializing
As Summer descends to its end, It creeps in
Fall
Under the notion that overlooking summer's 94 limitted days
will cause the season to last forever.
I'm juat a simple girl
lost without a soul
I long for someone
someone who would love me
You came into my life
you let me know i have a heart
You helped me discover my soul
It's all about phases we humans go passed
The way we want to find ourselves
To define who we are
As being the first to go
The oldest in my family
I set the path my two sisters are destined to follow
Once upon a star we jumped in love
While intertwining our hearts desires
Lovers together defining dependence
Keeping in time with destiny
Dreams pull apart the future
Passion prolongs fate near my soul
Where do my words begin?
My world lives in a pen
And when I write, it all comes out
And on the paper, my world is sent
But what is my writing all about?
About my life, my love, my friends
Building,
And shrinking;
Still the same size,
But different forms;
From big and blissful!
To concentrated and sad,
But all the while, so good,
It all feels so good,
Lust is a powerful, temporary, body of emotion,
It isn't spoken of until we're olden-ed,
A mere fragment of love, not enough to trust,
Unlike love it's used on everyone for fun,
Leave my Body Broken, I'd Rather Focus on More Important Things
Keep my Words Hidden and my Meanings Skewed.
They Mean More that Way.
Nothing in the world quite pleases the ear,
Like the sweet, mesmeric music that we hear.
The way it leaves the spirit lightened and the soul satisfied,
Or even touches the heart enough to bring tears to the eye.
I was always fascinated by the universe of New York and all the stars that hailed from its solar system but Brooklyn was a bitter taste that was hard to swallow.
Writing is a passion
Real truth in time
I write with compassion
To seek what is mine
Everyone will see the overwhelming passion that flows through my veins
We the invisible
While unforgettable it is easy to forget we are there
The misfits the world never bothered what to do with
Forgetting our existence while counting us statistics
Misplaced we traverse unknown plains
I love to dance.
Smooth, languid, ignoring the lines and boundaries.
I can dance my way into your heart with one flick of my finger, my tiny dancers.
And make you despise me with one more.
Poetry is not just rhyming
It's about the timing
I write when Im happy, lonely and sad
& when things are crazy and bad
It reflects of my different personalities & moods
Is there any part of you however small
That says that you love me at all?
The fires of passion we once had have dimmed
The times we spend talking have once more been trimmed
You look into my eyes and I look into yours
Seamus Heaney wrote of his admiration for his family,
they are determined people- something Seamus wants to be.
He knew he couldn't compete with them in their talent,
Will you still love me when my locks have turned gray
My dark skin losing texture inevitable as my ashes to one day fly with jays
As the ticks of the clock refuse to stop you'll join me one day
I’ve spent my whole life being a goody-two-shoes… And for what?!
Every year, every assignment, every class, every grade
My parents demanded—it was an A that I made.
I write for the women before me
Who had no rights to express their thoughts
Oppressed through the generations
Until someone took a stand
I love writing poems
it allows me to express myself,
i can write about foam
and make it symbolic for something else
Theres much you can do
when you have imagination,
you can write one too
Upside Down
Oh someone turn them right side up
I think they’re pining after a dream with no luck
‘Cause maturity will find them
Freed but still chained.
Dry it still rains
I dedicate myself to public speaking
Peaking subtly along with the days and nights and weeks and whatever comes next
Sometimes I talk too much
It’s not enough to always think after I
Open my mind up,
Poetry is a force,
and I almost can’t stop it.
Like I’m falling face-forward
with my hands in my pockets.
I wake up in the morning, looking like I had a rough night tears on my cheeks from me crying myself to sleep.
I look in the mirror who am I.
The incessant ringing fades in and out,
Here we go again. A walking zombie, the beginning of a new day.
New? Is it really? Because it seems exactly like the last. A new flavor of gum,
And the winner is...
Not you.
The person who keeps his head above the rest.
The person who needs to have praise.
The person who looks for the prize at the end of the road.
There is no winner.
Their words, all their words were Satan
Every thing a sin.
Call mighty triumphs
Did He give you sight?
Or tell you only words were of use?
I see now.. He cut off your hands
All surrounds the topic
The topic we see in few
Nothing can fell the rush of the experience
The imagery, symbolism, description
Feeling the mind at a staggering embrace
With word nor picture able to describe
the snipping of hair
the smell of shampoo
the bristles of the broom
the hair on the floor
the smiles that are shared
colors swirled
blended perfectly on the eye
the peachy lipstick to match the blush
I stood there one night and grace my eyes upon the sky. And said "please Angels send me a message, i need to speak with God." I' am sad Lord. My debt is building, yet from trying to better myself with school.
Pressure up the side
Curls around the neck
Traces every curve
How does it form?
Continuity turned erratic
Straights transition to diagonals
Questions natures laws
Can anything be truly perfect?
Writing many words
Telling a secret story
Telling who I am
Words can save the soul
Words can create a new world
Words provide escape
My sweet chocolate pie o my o my... So delicious its like you came from the sky. Your sweet heart touching layers o how much I love to try. Your taste never changes o sweet chocolate pie.
Once a little girl
Full of life
Nothing brought me down
I was always happy
Not a care in the world
About the tragedies of life
I didn't even know they existed
At least they didn't in mine
Some people say love doesnt exist
Others say it is only found between a man and woman
if thats true then whats this im feeling
for a woman
Butterflies in result to that sweet sound
i call ur voice
Love blossoming like the red rose,
wrapping me up for you like the tieing of bows.
Kisses are gifts that presents hold,
asking to be with you would be a fleet so bold.
Chocolate is said to bring out euphoric love,
Dark-eyed princess
in my bed
our senses are afire
Lightning flashes
through my head
Tasting her desire
Thoughts roll
Seasons change
Sun rays blind eyes
Hearts beat
Minds wonder
Gone is yesterday
The moments pass by in a blink of an eye.
These inspire people to not just soar but to make them fly.
Larger than life events are depicted so all can see.
To show the life of one, or to show how we are free.
I'ts more than a game,
It's a passion.
I step on my mat, hungry for victory.
Speed and strength is my disease...
I attack like a beast with an assassin's mentality.
they say what they want
things they don't know
the taunters, the miss guided, the ill advised
the mean hearted and dim lighted
they lie,
they curse
slut
bitch
run, hide
The Beatles once said, you need to change your mind instead
Rather than revolution, changing the institution, rewriting the constitution.
But I’ve made up my mind,
And I don’t have any more time
Alas,
Hear the stars that twinkle above me
And hasten the moon to sing
And glide o'er the branded sky
Such sweet sorrow and endless abyss as never seen
And awaken me dawn!
i believe love is
the opposite of hate
though they both stem from passion
i love you means
i’ll be patient
and kind
enduring and true
no matter what we may go through
Sitting in the van, hood on, earphones in,
Contemplating whether to be gutsy or play it safe.
Tonight's the night we decide,
To lose or to win.
As we lay on the soft, dew-wet grass, staring into the night sky as
Colors boom and bang around us, as we sit perfectly still,
So perfect, so quiet, yet peaceful.
Two young souls lost in the ashes of the fireworks.
We live in the land of the privileged.
But our humanity has been lost.
We have so much power,
but that power comes with a cost.
Chasing the banner
But the race never ends
I manage a smile, engage in banter
Yet there is turmoil deep within
I have a fire, an eternal flame
That refuses to burn out
If I could give you anything
Anything, anything at all
I would give you the gift of words
Words spurred from a place deep within you,
Words buried so deep, The word “deep” itself
The mortal man may say "fires burn with a symbolic passion".
Such a thought does not begin to describe the attraction.
The flame atop his hand burns, not with an interest, but an addiction.
A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter?
In Youth, is It serious truth?
Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious.
But Observe! Another undefined curve!
For Play or For Real? They May both Seal.
What is your passion?
Is it real? Is it edgy? Does it make other peoples’ heads spin?
Is it a little crazy? But more importantly, is it a passion to win?
What do you have to lose, following your passion?
I’m not an exception
To the rule
Yet, I try so hard
I’m like one grain in the sand
A particle in the sky
I’m nothing but a spectacle
Yet, I try so hard
It's been a while since we've had our fix
Our release from this world were livin in
Our Place of solitude just to take that hit
To enter a dimension of ecstasy within.
There's chaos and disorder all around me;
But I act as if my life is better than it seems.
I deal with rage and disrespect everyday;
And when the subject is brought up, I turn away.
Every time I pick up this pen
I feel like my legacy depends upon it
In actuality it does
Each drop of ink is only a stitch
As I share the roots of my passion with the world.
Every time I pick up this pen
I feel like my legacy depends upon it
In actuality it does
Each drop of ink is only a stitch
As I share the roots of my passion with the world.
The fire that shimmers and turns in the night,
dances across my face and in my soul ignites
the courage needed to answer that call.
When someone's in trouble there's no time to stall.
My relationships are like fire
Glowing brilliantly hot, bright and red
Reaching out and warping everything in its path
But then it cools and hardens to cold grainy ash
Not longer beautiful
Ruined, gone
Sonnet 1.
As I pass out to this strange brand new world
I sense my form go cold and freeze to bone
A man comes up using a ring of a lord
He grabs my arm, but shadow comes and I’m alone
i see you baby, all four of my eyes
your smile is golden like the spirits of the sun
your smell is so good like a healthy breakfast
your presence is needed like a hungry child wanting food
