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  As kids we are told we can be Anything, We will support you is what they say With standards hidden away   As long as they approve
                                                             Someday I can't wait for my class reunion 20 years from now when I get to show all of thosepeople who never looked at me twice how I always saw my own potential and I went for it. How I
               PoemI'm going to write a poem,I have to pass the time.Time meant for friendsfor laughing and playing and enjoying life,time for being a child.I'm going to write a poem,I have to share my feelings.Feelings of betrayal and shame;of sa
Shut your mouth and listen to what it is I have to say I will take you all back on that specific day I was laying in my room listening to the two of you argue
 My delivery, Intelligently, to the Nth degree, Exponentially, I enter thee, places in your mind- generally -you refeuse to set free, the demons you keep prisoner, all the nights you cant remember, So many words left
When your heart holds pressure with melancholic thoughts, think of that person that has kept you up Not the one who has kept you tied up in knots; but the one that with you would hold up a champagne cup  
Look at the bright side Don't just run and hide Being possitve is the way to go It will be good for you
Speaking  Is a hard thing 
I had a dream I walked the earth                   
We all close our eyes, but hers are closed, permanently We sing of colors, shapes, and sizes; she tries to understand We are stunned by the array of lights; she doesn't get excited
I am a new beginning A jump across a puddle and two hops to the left Press start. Look up. The dreams no longer satisfy who I am   I am a force  Not a physical matter to measure
Racism is what we make of it. It is not a problem. We make it a problem. 
Growing up your my main inspiration, I gave you hardship and lots of frustrations, But you’ve always been there when I needed some love, Arms spread open hugging me like a glove,
Who am I? I don't know. What am I? I don't know. How old am I? I don't know. When will I die? I know, I will die today, For my mother is giving me away.  
You wonder if it's all in your head. Why can't you run awayor cry for help? Once again, you are driven against the cold cement.   You become paralyzed. Unable to move
Becasue setreoypes exist
Filters come, Filters go, Read between the lines, And then, you'll know.   Make-up, nail-art, hair-dos and fancy clothes, None of it matters at the end of the night,
When I'm gone I hope they see, how dedicated a man can be, to stick it out through thick and thin, to never let the enemy win, to never walk away in shame, like the one who gave me my last name, a useless man with no real roots, a joke, a sham, a
Life is like a mirror, you might be unaware of its features in the future, but you know to never want to change that reflection, because the past glimpse will make
Mirror Mirror Mirror, Can you really see me? I see my flaws and my mistakes but that dont really be me. I wanna show you the truth but I cant even believe me.
Raised voice over raised ears.  your eyes glazed with apathy towards my tears. Is Brutus your muse? The stoic that caused such abuse. Passion over rationale. Down the drain goes my morale.
    Everything just seems really fragile
 The sophistication of a thought virus
 That erupted in my soul
4 years old,
Hey.   Hi   Are you ever going to answer me?   Daddy, I know I have screwed up alot, but please just say hi?  
Cancer is scary, Cancer is frightening, but don't worry child, Because I know you won't stop fighting,
Her wallets missing and ofcourse she looks at the black man, cursed for eternity by the problems caused by a much lighter skin, complexion has become a way of detection, license and registration, would you mind opening your trunk for us sir, they
The best things in life are given, wisdom, love and peace. The goal is bending without breaking, The answer is to refuse defeat.
So sickly.  Someone with such a heart  Ready to do...anything. And Everything. To get ahead.  Destroy their friend for the drug called. Ambition.  Fear of losing to others In turn. Losing
What is the definition of N
Today's the day, The day to be free, the day to rejoice and be glad in it.
Mom a word that's supposed to mean safety,but to me it's the epitome of MAYBE,  MAYBE she'll be here tonight or tomorrow, MAYBE out drinking, I'm thinking, this word mom makes me feel irate,
I remember being a kid, and a white man called me a "wetback' I went back to my mom with the word, and said "what's that?' She asked where I got it from, and cried when she heard
Sight, too me Is one of the most important senses I'ts what gives all our other senses a subject Those blind men Are some i feel truly sorry for Literal blind men...
As I find myself wondering, who I really am I think to myself where I started, and how far I've come. I struggle to find what is me, and what is the creation, made by the media. I like to think that I am what I am,
You're beautiful.  You're inspiring. You're flawless. I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you. I don't know if you'll talk to me. You'll never like me. I'll never be you.  
The answer to your questions are yes, yes to them all, Yes! yes! yes! enough already, okay? I have a mask on I'll say 18 hours a day. Because I fear that if I take the mask off
When I blink it blinks using the Same eyes to see that I can't I live up to a better reflection of me. 2 years apart but miles away while she received praise I received Bullies and Pain.
I am I am the bright sun that lights up your dark world I wonder if I could be shut 
America the greatest Where everyone is racing to the top But how unfair that some had a head start to the Race For example, Africans did not gain their freedom until 1865 (The Civil War)
I am toxic. Everything I touch I kill, and not in a poetic murder 
Was I too small? 
I Woke Up Like This... Faithful.  
I’m writing poetry on a whim I have no experience But I can tell you of my experiences I have a friend We all have friends Don’t we? Don’t we? One Saturday she up and goes and texts me
At my high school, I was a guy that everybody knew.  Everybody would dap me up and say "That Boy Rube."  They could easliy point me out by the waves in my hair and the color of my shoes. 
It's in one breath that the syllables come falling out, Can't break one down if they don't know a thing about doubt, I'm stronger, braver, wiser, faster, Than I ever been before,
School. A place where we learn An education is what we yearn Most looking to be successful and rich  Hoping to enter the world without a niche They say it's a scary world out there you will see
Remembering the time when I wanted to grow old faster. Thought things were easy as I’ve seen grown-ups do their way. As my height increase inch-by-inch The clothes I wear changes day by day  
Imagine this You're in a room with no doors, windows, or anyway of escape. The room is filling with smoke and its becoming harder and harder to see and breathe.
Whenever I ignite a spark I turn stress into art At times when I feel that I fall apart I look inside my heart And try to find out how to make a new start   It’s easy said than done
A scarlet dress for blood spilt ripped blouse for flesh marred. Ladders in the stockings, a rung for every blow landed.   Scuffed shoes from hard kicks bruise gorged eyes permanently closed  
To that homeless man who sits ashamed on the streets
I'm the girl that got bullied by her looks and personality
"Say, you're Michelle's girl?" is what I hear every day That's my place in the world,  and I kinda like it that way. But sometimes,  You just want to break free. Just get rid of the rhymes,
I am a man, not an African American man as some may say but just a man. I only belong to one race and as the great Bruce Lee said that's the human race. Yet to win this race, I put on a mask that's fake.
sometimes  we turn a blind eye to the facts sometimes we are lost in our rage by past acts sometimes  we get caught in the "movement" sometimes we actually believe we are making an improvement
Imagine finding that friend who can create a song from your thoughts and make you shed a tear in shear amazement, To be grateful that someone like that understands your existence
Heart pounding, face flushed a crushing headache bum-rushed Breath ragged, star-crush the holy theme of hush hush
Why would we Who have so much to offer Want to hide behind a mask? Trying to blend with a crowd full of people all trying to be like everyone else We try to camouflage
An evening glow arrays the luminous pines, A banded forest stained with a velvet wine. The brook speaks too much but says nothing at all, Babbling a tune with each harmonious fall.
A great author once said "whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist"But as men we operate like parts in a machine, just going along with a system.The government, the controller of the machine, making rules, putting schools to control society; t
got to see you so i can feel you touch you in every way i've been wanting to fulfill those dreams i've been having times 2 giving you them warm lovely kisses down your neck  chest
smile on my face as i look deep within your eyes giving me a window to see what's in your mind and all i got is time for you baby and it's just love well shit i don't want to lie so
Blue vs. RedFightFightFightBlue vs. RedWhat’s wrong?What’s right?Blue vs. RedThe dark verses the lightBlue vs. RedWhich side is which?Blue vs. RedThe Kiss of Death?
Dirt or Mud, Sun or Rain, A team works together to earn their fame. These girls are tough and hard to beat, together all working to earn 1st seed for the state final four.
What is hope   is it the thought of light  in the middle of darkness?
I hate being around people. I hate being alone. I hate everybody and everything. But please don't let me go.   I'm traped in my head. Stuck in my day-dreams
Its been said money makes the world go round, what does marry do?  what is once lost will one day be found. is that true? what goes up, will come back down?   does anyone have a single clue?
Uncertainty is the life I am choosing, but is it not what I requested and demanded? Need knowing is not wanting, is not hoping. Where I end is where I choose, and what I love is what I choose.
Who I am, I am someone who is not who they appear to be, Secrets, are what make up who I am,  A past that haunts, however does not prevail over who I want to be, I am who I am, 
A cold day But I have to get through it Can you imagin feeling what im feeling Do you know what i go through Even if you think you do , you dont For right now ill let you think you do
If I should impact the future generation, She will call me “Miyagi,” because that way she knows she has to try, no matter how hard, before she can look to me for help and the help won’t be easy.  
To avoid the darkness Nature is my happiness  The trees, they shiver cold  But now I have something to hold    The sun fills my eyes instead of cries Water flows feel like my hair
Every book I open is a door a door to a new world. A pathway to a new destiny. A road to new friends. A journey. A voyage. An experience. I live and breathe with the characters
We have a tendency to hideEveryday before leaving homeWe put on our maskAnd leave to go into the real worldThere's almost no room for authenticityHow can we "just" be ourselves?Your beliefs, my opinion,
 I grew up in the  Bronx  Where gang war goes on Drung  Dealers  sell to crack heads   And teen mom raising babies Old people have no health care And homeless people have no where to go  
all i ever am is sorry. the words float around my skull day and night, "I'm sorry." sorry when the back seats are squished because I'm taking up room sorry when I'm talking too loud, too much
My words are MY power, MY Strength and wisdom I make these words sing off my lips to utter them to another time in HISTORY From knowing My time in History.
I miss you dear friend Why did you have to go and change? I miss the old you, I wish you felt the same.
I meander through the neighborhood, searching for the house. Once found, I happily jump the 5 steps to the front door and pass a silhouette smoking a cigg.
I feel hated I see the faces Of the people who hate me The people with a darker complexion than me Asians, Mexicans, African Americans Not all but some The list goes on and on
The day I met him, he had my heart.Then everytime I saw him it was like it was going to beat out of my chest.Shortly after knowing him I was ready to give him the restAnd no. I don't mean sex.
Behind a shadow 
What is wise in this world twisted in concept What is wise when knowledge leads to destruction What is wise when our lessons become our undoing These questions I seek diligently for answers
may not belong to a family now, 
Living li
And it was then were in the cavern of insolence where he was kept All that was deemed unfit and of akin to detriment on the male spectrum As channeled into his being. The ritual left him full of woe and without reason
One September night you say to me Something shocking that I couldn’t quite see. “I know this is sudden and it seems kind of fast,
You are the sun when it is dark You are the tree I lean on, You are the one that makes my troubles gone You are the one who taught me: How to fight, for what is right.
Words wash over everything. Any armor you pretend to have falls into a useless state. Water seeps into any chinks, crevices, cracks. You yell, hoping it will stop the flood; hope it'll plug the holes
I, a young woman today , realized my flaws. I H I D E under a persona that is not me. I H I D E to protect myself from scars caused by not strangers but people I love.
As I look into mirror, I see a girl but not just any girl-- a mix girl. The colors of black and white. As I look into the mirror, I see the past of my peoples.
Crimson substance fills the cup One is one and never enough With every wound A new opening
I watched you fall, limbs and sins Sitting there watching all the pain you soaked in Dancing on your heart, laughing at your words,
The world has not seen who I really am There is a fear whom one may know I am a girl who is afraid to show My laugh is loud and filled with joy People see me as if I’m a toy
 Fitting In. Well what does that mean? There are many meanings. To relate just wonder, but don't blunder. You want to be part of a group Have friends to relate too.
I remember, when I was fourteen,  I found out my friend had been raped. I didn't even know what it meant  back then. My friend, she was a drug addict. Living with the trauma.
I don't make friends easily, I don't put makeup on my clear face, I don't have a sexual drive. In teen words. I am pretty much a fail. I assume I don't belong. To be honest, everyone's so similar and
Lullabies sung in the wind,
Why do we need to do what the teacher tells us to draw? Aslong as I put effort and make an art like creation, I should get an A in art. 
Fuck it man, do it.  
I can't see it come down my eyes, so i got to make this song cry. Fuck comb-overs. Fuck yellow grass.
Is it a baker? Is it a maid? Is it a sewing machine? Is it a toy? NO! It’s a WOMAN!
Im walking and its HOT thoughts driipping off me as if im swimming in them I feel kinda okay my self esteem is not low so dont ask about a sale of clarence Im wating for her to call me in
on the cotton field it's hot and real we have master grubbing like its his last meal blood dripping im numb my back cut like thorns cutting thumbs we picking cotton like farmers do plums we live hut
I sit near the window frame Staring at my own shame Nothing is the same Am I really all to blame Or is this really just some game My emotions are set aflame This isn't some ballgame  
I like to think I'm strong I used to be smart  I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart. Maybe I used to be good looking once. What the heck are women?
Fall in love More like, fell in love Reminding myself of what a brother once was A stand up dude, doing humble deeds for nothing in return, 'til I met my main squeeze My first mistake was to not sieze lead
  Here we come, a busy people trotting to and fro. You’d never guess; we hardly let it show.   In fact, I say, neither would they. They can’t tell, themselves. We’re blind and dumb,
I used to prefer ignorance But no, no, no,  I did'nt. I hated the mindset of "ignorance is bliss" I was a walking contradition  Bound to get hit with reality  
i'm the little girl hiding behind her mother's legs i wonder if i'll be able to fight the monsters off without my dad by my side
Maybe she liked the pain, Hell, maybe she loved the pain. Or maybe she just misses the pain. Because you see, it's a different kind of pain.
The chaos, the frustrations It all seeps from your pores like an infection How can something so positive become negative within an instant? You crush and demolish As though you are a dump truck
Everyone eventually leaves this tangible place called earth. No matter how one feels about themself, they will impact someone. How do you know if you've impacted a person?
She longs to be different, Because her greatest fear is that she could be her. Flesh and blood that created her and brought her to life is the same thing that has haunted her. How can one destroy such innocence?
When my wings got seared off by the sun, when i free fell, saw the ashes of my hopes and dreams gently floating after me, I thought I was done, that the ocean would end my agony
Listen to the sound drowned by noise.
The same brain, body and gender.   Having a light make-up,   We go out.   Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.   As usual...  
    Speak, shout, they must know It happened behind a closed door. Arrogance, mannish poison coursing through his veins,  Twenty minutes ago she came in but left.
jump head first into the flaming inferno because he told you so   try not to sweat when he calls you a pussy   let the third degree burns be a reminder to never trust a soul  
another day wasted on waiting for only you to come back to me
god i constantly feel like I'm screaming  i feel like I'm just crying into peoples ear drums  begging them to help me oh please oh god please help me i constantly feel like I'm clutching their hands
All the reasons I shouldn't write poetry. 
Hi Annie Hi my name I am unique and very passionate about God I'm very bright in all I do I learn about love at the age 16 . love is God Love makes peace Love is truth Love is bright
    16 and confused. Who am I supposed to be and what am I supposed to do? 17 and unhappy. No friends, no point. School doesn't mean anything to me. What a waste of time...
I am the "unborn" I wonder if I will ever see light. I wonder if I will ever see the face of my mom and dad. I wonder if they will like me.  I am the "unborn".  
Keep this one dear to your heart Cause this ain't a car that you gotta pushstart Now in the beginning God made man No doubt in my my mind that God had a plan A couple seconds later out came Eve
​I don't recall much since you've been gone  Everyone tells me to move on But how cam I walking by your room How can I forget when I sit at my desk where you told me to sit  Everyone said it would be alright 
We are the forgotten, We are the one's hidding behind our image. We are te ones who aren't seen, We are another number of another statistic. We are the one's with blood stained hands and a dark mind set.
What would you describe faith to be? would it be a feeling? Maybe an emotion, an action, or is faith a THING? I see faith to be something unseen, It's like walking blindfolded,
One more breath, taking it in. No holding back as I reach for your hand.
You cant see me now. But eventually you will. I only have a couple years here. Lurking alone in the shadows on a mission not to make it.
I pictured my dream  A life-long craving to love But no one to love
Icy hands of Hope, Frigid blissful voice of Love,
A growing voice inside my head; the essence of me.  You were my only nightmare, yet the only person I wanted to see.  I could not wait to meet you, for I never have before. 
How can you not tell when someone is crying out to you As if they don't give you any clues; When you are known for happiness but filled with sadness When you're trying to figure out this world through all this madness
Growing up is scary, at least a little in all of our eyes
A snowflake is all we are. We form, we fall, we dance, we soar,
Do you know what it is? Is it there? Did you make it up? How long did it last? A day, a week, a month? Six months, a full year?
As I think
Last Day   I remember the last day. The last day when I had to leave and you had to stay.
This is as quiet as it gets So please don’t break this silence Just hush down and fall asleep I promise not to make a sound so you don’t wake This moment is the calming before the storm
People say I'm beautiful.
The burning under my skin, a fire clawing out of my body. I hear the tortured souls cry as they are slowly burned. The demons hide in the shadows, waiting for me to sleep. The moment I close my eyes,
This red rose has turned black and it won't turn back, Hard as the stone that was carried on the cave mans back, Cold as the night that shoots its vicious snow, Shooting through my heart like bullets,
I threw my first intentional punch at this wall. With all my might. Letting all the frustration the anger I had built up for months because of you. With all a blow I sprained my finger and gained a new best friend.
Silencing speech Having the ability to talk to walk to paint to sing to dance to run to scream Using the mind to the extent of its greatest capabilities
Well Isn't that fortunate? Brought into this world as another child that is "supposed" to fall victim to the system   So I'm supposed to hang out with those who will fail and take everyone with them
I have yet to see His face.
I've loved. I've loved and lost. But it's better to love then lost, rather than not loving at all. Better to fall, and call for help rather than not try. 
This woman told me that she would rather date a blind guy than to date me Then I asked what does that mean And she told me Because he would be blind which means he can't see and I would know that he loves me
* Rriiiing * *Rriiiing* I'm serious this time.  *Rriiiing* No False alarm. I'm really going to fucking - Answer Goddamit ! 
Age ten bullied, called fat and ugly growing up feeling like being handsome is the only way to make friends being the clown of the clasroom, but sweet when i hit send
Am i missleading or am I deceptive, i'm sly like a fox, curious as cat, stong as an ox and stubborn like a mule. what i'm told i cant, i try failure or success, I push on threw even of the darkest of hours,
He knows the importance of vertical strokes. And to plant a garden,
I hope you hear me    I'm reaching out to you I hope you hear me   And know you aren't going through this alone I hope you hear me   And know I hear you too.
Roses are redish, Violets are blueish, If it wasnt for Christmas, We would all be Jewish
Writing isn't writing    When I pick up the pencil to write a poem I travel somewhere enchanted, I'm not at home, When it's for a girl, I envision her perfection,  I do not stress about word selection,
America land of the free
I'm from a green swing set, with Barbies and American Girl and fashion. I am from the sunny, quiet house, and all the trees I can picture, and I'm from the big house on the beach
Hear me! When I cry out to you, do you not hear the words I let out with  
A memory drifts about in my mind. Me. A girl of twelve, sitting in the church pews,
What’s this poem about? Oh just take me home It’s just another shout Out Into the world I’m just trying to be heard
THE TIME STARTS NOW... 12 Mins These will be my last As i sit here and wait for the pills to take my life i think about what i've done with it 11 Mins  Who is listening to me?
U Who       U Who              U Who What Who      What Who           What Who        U The.... Selfish Evil Lonelly Freak        Your A.... Egostistical
You What a word the word you Break it down itno "Y" "O" "U" It asks a quetin, "why owe you?" These three simple letters have a whole different meaning than the word they compose You
Going back in time,  rewind,
You cannot simply tell me to get over someone I love.  It's not something that can be stopped all at once. That's like telling the earth to stop revolving the sun
you cannot overcome
Before you choose to read this, let me give you a disclosure,
"Love is simply a rush of emotions, that I can't quite distinguish, that cause me to hope for forever so i can imagine
I write to vent out Because I’m not one to shout                                      Every emotion I’ve ever felt Are in every word I’ve ever spelt   My pen holds my secrets
Long stiff fingers on delicate hands Soft pursed lips and a determined chin Dust in the wind mixed with the scent of fresh bailed hay
I do not live a life of luxury, I do not lavish in gold, I do not have memories I just fantasize about the stories untold.   I would love to smile, I would love to sing,
I live in my bubble. Clear walls, roof, and floor. Clean world and clean life. A nice place to live forevermore.   A clear home so I can see every danger from on top.
wakeup, or nah clean your face, or nah brush your teeth, or nah take a shower, or nah go eat, or nah activities, or nah eat, or nah take a shower, or nah brush your teeth, or nah
why do we get our emotions toyed with? we are all humans 1 life 1 heart we want to love and be loved back but that's not the case and why is that? pouring our hearts out
As time passes You finish all of your classes The good memories lasted But you're happiness crashes And you wonder why You sit down and cry Relieve your stress with a sigh But the pain remains
As the day drags on I sit and reminisce the good times And ponder why you had to go Nothing is the same I stutter everytime I hear your name It hurts me to see your family in pain We all miss you
Dear dad I don’t hate you I hate who I’ve become because of you They say I look like you So I don’t smile because when I look in the mirror all I see is you smiling back at me
I wake But I do not feel awaken Your love has gone And it has depressed my soul So when I wake and your not there I am woke but not awaken Once upon a time your presence Your love
You lodged bullets of attraction.
Are we a free people, a free country, with a truthful servicing of liberty and justice for all?
In the 3in by 2in picture
In this body I feel nothing but lust A single touch or look   Will give me a rush I won't care for you tmrw  I won't dream of you tonight 
Sleep,A deep land,filled with a rejuvenating waveWith each wave being more restful than the last,As the waves crash into the soire that is the unconscience,The mind rides the waves spinning tales upon tales ,
I live in this broad bubble that I all a life.  But i know thats not right.  I have become so scared of failing thatg I no longer try. Dulled passion just trying to get by 
To the girls of the world who skip all their meals, weigh themselves daily  and hate how they feel To the girls who are afraid  even to take a bite  for fear of one pound 
The brain waves in my mind are like an ocean during a tsunami Big and ceaseless, powerful. Neurons connecting too fast Mind racing Heart speeding Sweaty palms Too many connections 
I am not the only one in the White Room. Sheer fabric whispers from the windows Goblet in hand, I drink to the Grecian lady White dress, raven ringlets frame the face Of porcelain A laugh escapes
Whenever I get sad, After the day has ended, Before the Sun rises, As I prepare myself for tomorrow, I look at the Moon and the Stars.   It is fearful to think about where I will be
Flowing melodies have encapsulated my heart since birth. 
Flowing melodies have encapsulated my heart since birth. 
Vision granted taken for granted  or sometimes slanted   vision it's what is perceived    vision one cannot give it to me   vision the blind can "see"
This is for the women with the broken bones With the shattered heart and tattered clothes This is for the women with silent voices Who made tough choices that were seen as pointless  
Crowds swell, bodies press There is no escape I receive no rest   How did I get here, What made me come?   But then, in a moment, A quiet word is said A small gesture, sure.
My heart beats every second
A memory. A feathery strand of light of  facets in a diamond enters the head. 
Listen. Hear that? It's the sound of blaring red sirens, Innocence shattered on the cold marble ground. Two bombs were dropped that day. The one in the building: Seventeen injured Two dead
There is n
Sit still and look at the Speckles of dust … drifting down… Wandering through the … air Like your thoughts of the future Unbeknownst. Wander further and you ponder, About many things unanswerable.
Why do I let the things that crush my soul Bruise my demeanor, my attitude, my outlook on life? Is it because my mind, a vast space filled with dreams of love and adventure, Hope and happiness, splendor and joy,
It seems these days the only way to be considered for anything is to be a battered, broken, shell of a person. The scholarships, the colleges, they want survivors They want the best storyBut what about me?
Time. It just keeps ticking. Do I let it pass me by
Whispering winds sounded through the cool night Shivering, trembling, she quickened her pace. Not sure why, the still shadow gave her fright Unknown to her, the shadow had a face.  
In peaches
If a tree falls in the forest
War wages across the sea Between countries fueled by fear and blame Innocent families desperately flee Because a saving grace never came   Back home the battles still rage
To the young creature,  jumpy "you don't know nothing" on her street, sedated "can somebody please buy me something to eat?" in the subway, and her name repeated on a recursive loop at day
The first time I picked up a pen to write - to write with purpose, searing intent stored in my mind - I was liberated, overjoyed! I was to let ring the deepest thoughts I could find:
Don't you remember all the good times we had As kids, Just the two of us against the world? I certainly do. I'm the one who remembers everything, Remember? I still do.  
I was taught that vinegar and water don’t mix Color me blue and separate me out Only out girl in church that Sunday but Leaving the lesbian bar bathroom “That’s a straight girl if I ever saw one”
You want to know what makes me tick? What makes me feel like giving up just a bit? It's the Republicans and Democrats, strong as can be, Giving no space for other possibilities.
The one that takes the knowlege. The one who carried on. The wish of going to college, Is the fear that brings a dawn. I look upon others For the help to bring hope, But what of the mothers
All boys create despair,
Do not cry my friend. The story of life was not meant to be perfect.
Life after death? Well; no. More like death after life. There is no shortage of strife. It isn't exactly where I wanted to go.   I admit, I ended my life early
I am different but the same as you, We both have two eyes, one mouth, and one nose, Our features may be a little different, But what is the difference? You have blood rushing through your veins,
People say you can’t be a lawyer because you’re a woman Says who? The Hobby Lobby Taking away our good medicine for the obstruction of religious freedom And people dying of AIDS, they didn’t know
  Dear Teacher,   I can be the filling of an empty seat; I can make the count either odd or even; I can ride along as you begin the mind’s expedition; The knowledge you expel, I can digest;
I was Trapped in a tumultuous turmoil of trepidation and insecurity, a tourniquet of timidity restricting any temeritous thoughts from flowing forth to fruition; in a word, overwhelmed. I was
Allow treasured ruins to turn your treasures to ruins.
With the unceasing tick of time, your life is now your own, Creation and exploration of your own mind, making possible fun of your youth; yet, maturity of being grown
A person of courage Could be a firefighter, a doctor... Someone who upholds justice. But I found a person of courage in someone else. Someone.. A bit more.. Different.  
After six months (Sometimes Two or three, A day or a week, Or even a year) I wake up and I don’t think about you.   (Proving to myself
I woke up one morning drowning in my own blood On the sidewalk of Colored People Avenue in Who Gets To Be American Parkway Floating in and out of consciousness Dreaming that good ol' American Dream
Right and wrong, criminal and justice I have never understood where these ideals of right and wrong begin. When they are a result of societal norms and when they are a result of simple though and humanity.
Bombs go off in the distance Buildings gone in an instance Televised to millions The world watches in silence   Now the children are dying And the mothers are crying
MLA format is cruel to the trees. Those pale promises of untouched space on the backs of papers
I stared into the fire and found that I had become my shadow, slithering through castles young and old, who thunder about the earth in titan glory, while morphing my bones—to click and burn—aligning with yours.
Hello.        My name is Ed,
I noticed you were a bit sad so I wrote this to cheer you up.
I have a secret And when I tell it Hot will turn cold And my world will explode And I'll be left in the middle of nowhere.   I have a secret And when I tell it Friendships will end
"You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same."
I have a whole world contained in my head. Not the whole world, but my world instead. Collected in a memory bank of nostalgia and song lyrics and the actual song if I hear it.
When you told me To grow up, I thought you meant, "Kill your heart." And so I did. Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated. Cussed. Spit. Hated. (Are you proud of me?)
There is a growing city Upon which the red creeps, A place that is full of People in the streets.   The plague advances Bit by bit, Lowering the people Into a dark cold pit.  
Temptations, deceit Tricked, trapped, but it looks so good Ways of sin and men
Senior year  s h u f f l e s  her way closer She bears promise,  Yet she intimidates me  
I have always dreamed of being a toy train. Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces But have I ever drawn a smile on a face?
Best I remember, it was Fourth of July She was laughing as she slid down the waterslide Jumping in, doing flips, making friends on the fly I never would’ve guessed she held a secret inside  
The anger burning when I hear your name
Pull me in farther,
The look you give me when I tell you I want to study away from you, 
Wind is waving bye While the sun caresses doubts Silence brings the anger And leaves confusion on the couch Tears are hiding from pain Who carries smiles all day Lingering at the door is misunderstanding
Enter a world known as Earth Know that whatever you say has no worth There is freedom of speech but that is a lie And nothing is ever as easy as pie Look around and you will see Something that will forever be
Math and numbers make me tick
Look at the moon and know im looking at it too, Look at the stares and know im thinking of you,  Each and everyone of the bright lights is a thought of you,  Make a wish and it shall come true,  Just for you,
"I will always love you," she said to the man she wed
Let me read it.  No. Let me read it.  No. No, because it's about her.   About the way she eats and the way she doesn't.  
I see it everywhere Kissing, hugging Holding hands Everything a couple does. I see it everywhere Except for me. Alone is all I will ever be. No relationship has ever found me.  
There are moments in the night when I wish for someone to lay next to me, embrace me in their arms, and not let me go till the moon finally takes its leave.
She doesn't know the effect She doesn't know the tears My eyes are bruised with waterfall cries She is always there Yeah I guess I can't knock life I feel the stress What is it that I say?
When I walk into work the air is cloying The musty glow of past play-sweat clinging to the air, The whipping of sugar has begun in the back Building the wispy crystals into pastel clouds
  A cloud arises from the west, Sweeping the desert land in a rose tinted hue, Bringing back fond memories, Of a small world that I so dearly knew.  
Everything they’ve said I’ve seen: Music is my life. Music is my heart, The rain, the pulse.   These words So far, Frustrate me. Music’s not these Muds and chains.  
Pain is the one that seeks the darkness.   Always inside and completely lifeless.
What makes me tick are these sick, unrealistic expectations of women.   “It’s what’s inside that counts.” Well, how the fuck am I supposed to believe that when my worth is determined by my appearance?
Stuck in here for eternity: Lost in darkness; I will never see. No voices ever speak to me, Stuck in chains for eternity.   My breath runs slow, My heart losses track
Can you just SHUT UP? Turn your lips to mute! You             You                         You Bitch. You stress her out over pointless things You should stop right now and…
My thoughts are as many as shells on the shore, Their topics diverse as the shells’ shape and form; Constancy of motion is ever necessary Even when my body has remained stationary.  
Itty bitty Dean So much younger than a teen Mama cookin’ some peas and rice Stomach growlin’ Mouth hungry Can’t find a toy to play with to distract me No stuffed doll is worth more
I wish I was an astronomist I look at the stars and all that comes into mind is how much I don't know about the world I wish I was an expert not just about space but about physics, anatomy,
The question: “What makes you unique?” I work hard. There will always be people who work harder. I am smart. There will always be people who are smarter. I can sing. So? Others can sing as well.
Ongoing War
Some are driven by their money Some are inspired by their honey Some are propelled to influence What makes me tick is to make a difference.   A difference can help one in need
In less than a month's time, My world will change From the familiarity of my home and siblings To the unknown of university.   Who will I meet?  How will I progress? The infinite possibilities dash
It's not the place of in-between, Nor the place where souls scream Night is, as night does Not in this world, or the one above For if you stay, you just might find By dawn's break, you've lost your mind
I don't like to think that my heart stopped beating on the night when the blanket wouldn't warm up and the moonless night seemed especially suffocating.  
Anything can happen any day,
I met my lover for lunch down the street. My lover, who taught me how to exist In the twist of this hiss, this fizz and sleet Who brought me this bliss, who's Anger, I kissed. We sat outside on two summer-hot seats
In this big frightening world Lives a lonely closed off girl Though that’s only how she feels The pain seems so real To walk around everyday And to feel as if there is no true way
i live in a neighborhood   where the streetlights blind us of the stars   and semen flows down sewer grates like rain water  
At the edge of a branch  a little bird will stand  surrounded. He looks down  and sees his fate.  He looks up  and sees his parents high expectations.  For to fall is to fail, 
Listen up I got to say something, This is the start of a new revolution.  
"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,
Writing is an act of thought, A Muse chased into eloquence, A wild idea, tamed and caught And realized through writer's sense The cause itself, irrelevant, The processes behind it too,
words not said that needed to be didn't he care didn't she see   that all we needed was some communicative company.      
Men of virtue forever walk unseen, during the midnights everlasting light, upon the lane with which one has no sight,              with ladies that may compare to thy queen.  
Sea of Love By: Jimmy Orantes   The sea of love My darling Is where i found you Our eyes locked Our hearts stopped The stars aligned Oh, how we met by great design
I don't know when this started really. This feeling of falling. This feeling of emptiness that started as a dark seed and seemed to grow and grow, taller and darker, branching into the paths of my mind,
afraid of hurting
I saw you who was myself
SilenceDisruptedThe lap of wavesThe cry of a gullPassing overAlien formsFormless featherless thingsNaught but ripples
Everyday I see it It's on the tip of your tongue You want to put us down
My kids are on my mind  all most %80 of the time even when they are not crying  my mind seems to be lying I here it no matter what I do when they are sleeping I here it too But I love it you see
What do you stand for if you don't stand in prayer? We can't eat bagels everyday. A tallis is no scarf. / For the secular Jew, Israel is the new religion. The drum beats out – stand for your people,
A rhyme here and there can make a point. Stay away from that stuff as your friends pass the joint.
We the People Of the United States, Driving our SUVs, A gun in the backseat. And yet we wonder why others Don’t trust us.   We the People Who argue “equality for all”
  There were multitudes of peopleToo many for me to grasp
In my neighborhood   its hard 2 care for an educashun   thier arent meny outlets 4 inteligent mynds   y, 4 every 1 student that gradates,  
Elusive answers Ponder questions Get your gears on a drive. How rattle you become Feeling at times,  Like a hamster on a wheel faster, faster, Faster, FASTER! Just to keep that drive.
Standard beauty ideals are failing us. People demand Curvy but skinny. Tall but petite. Modest but sexy. Pure but experienced. Natural but modified. We can't have it all,
Excuse me,  you look familiar.  I swear we've met before. Are you the reflection I see in the mirror, Or the slam of a broken door?   You seem recognizable to me: an old childhood friend,
This fake smile is bone structure Painted on to mask my frown You don't see fear nor pain or sin, I'm a suicidal clown. Blood seeped through my long sleeve as I prepared my noose of belts and sheets. I'm
It started with just one  
A woman walks up to the church with tears in her eyes She looks straight down so no one sees the tears that she cries She walks alone In long dark clothes So she can say "goodbye"
Trapped beneath a wicked confinementIn an embryoni
Being understood, isn't always me I cannot always say what's deep inside, you see. But when I close my eyes, I hear the rhythms speak;
Elephant and Donkey each gearing up The day starts new the sun shines the elephant smiles  The Donkey watches the people smile  The Donkey rejoices with tears of zealous vigor A new day begins, the sun fades 
All my life I told you tales about monsters The beasts underneath my bed Always telling you they wanted to kidnap me When in fact they wanted me dead
Within the god head Concepts determine a reality Where torn earth soars like shards among the cosmos on two dimensional localities,   Here false images hurry to their own agendas
Happiness stapled to the surface Discontent smohered in smiles Despair cloaked in giggles
She feels alone in this world
A girl once told me that my most redeeming quality came from how gracious my heart and intentions were, and that no matter the circumstances, others come first.  
I lay on my back,My back to the world.I watch all the clouds,The clouds start to swirl.The swirls turn to pictures,That rest in my head.
I dream of you when I fall asleep
What will I do? Will I answer duty's call? Will I cure a disease? Will I build my own hall? Will I make fire cease? Will I lead a nation? Will I explore space? Will I destroy stagnation?
Every day, I wake up and pray to the Lord that I can go out into the world and act as a shining light to those who are lost in the darkness.  
I try to speak my mind, But is there no difference between a compliment and a homocide? Quiet shaves away at erradicated emotions, My acne scraping when whips are creasing my flesh.
I often ask others what they dream about. not what thy dream for, or who they dream of. for whom they long for and what they pine for are merely distractions. Like
it is only when my life is not filled with daily distractions, with the tug and pull of a schedule, that i'm able to realize i'm physically and emotionally exhausted. understatement.
Living, loving, and losing Inside my heart's been battered and it's bruising Following my dreams is harder than I thought
Love and abuse speak the same language; - “Don’t you love me? want to make me proud?”   Love and abuse speak the same language; - Some hugs light the insides up -Warm and sugary-
On those endless nights when I can't sleep, I think about you. 
I've been accepted to college which is such great news the only sad part is that I'll be away from you.  Away from your love, away from your laughter but it is ok I'll be fine, I cant stay forever.
Little girls and little boys See the world as it should be Little girls and little boys Even dream in the daylight Little girls and little boys Do not ever have worries Little girls and little boys
As soon as
Wanting success Future on my mind
Ain't it funny how life is always filled with pain Take amounts that the body really can't sustain   You're so depressed, you question your own state of mind 
Tick tock, The clock strikes one o'clock. The sky is dark, the stars shine bright, Everybody, but one, is asleep tonight.
How could you? You left us when I was eleven You just walked out Said it was over. It's been five years You still haven't changed dad It's bullshit to think you would.
Night after night my dreams felt so bright because she made me shine with all my light.
What if she's the one I can trust and turn the me into an us. What if we can be the us that "everyone" tries to bust.
(Warning: Contains explicit, angry language)   If I could actually save myself, I'd get the fuck away from you. You ask me to pay the grocery bills, when I'm not allowed to eat the food. 
I see rainbows burst through the sky And have the sudden urge to run and cry They all laugh and they say, "dont even try" And I say, "oh why, god, why?" Sometimes I think its better to lie
You are an angel at heart and a goddess at sight. You are my beautiful Aphrodite.
This is my attempt for getting you naked. Yea, the earlier me is being amended. So please help me acomplish my new goal.
People tell me that I should give up Give in That my dreams are foolish daydreams  Fit only for a child   My answer is No   Let the word ring out
A warped and revolting creature,That has many known names ,fury, wraith, bloodsucker, tormentor, Vampire, 
I know I have been judged for not indulging in drugs or alcohol. People hear I don't and they laugh, laugh their heads off. They think I'm a prude, some little church girl in her Sunday best. 
I am an amazing person
Education is an opportunity to have. It provides us knowledge about world. In different shapes and sizes all of us are bound to become a somebody.
On the surface my demeanor is calm. To anyone who talks with me it's as if I've not one qualm. Beneath this exterior lies another person entirely. A person who dreads failing; who has become obsessive and miserly.
Sometimes I really gotta think The SJWs gotta got it right They rioting over the world’s dieting And trannies are the cool folks now It’s uncanny how your eyes open on Tumblr dashboards
For all a chance, a choice.
The illushen of the world around me is falling appart, and now i see how cruel this world can really be. How it tests you and takes away all purity, nothing is really as it seems. I'm not a strong as i apear,
  He likes the way you twerk. The way you move your hips and make your gluteus maximus go berserk.
Your dream needed an audience. Where it lacked one, one was found. Ordinary crowds became worshippers-- Sucked into an infatuation That was entirely designed by yourself.
I have seen the other side, More than eight thousand miles away. I have seen the other side, And it's like nothing you've ever met before.   The streets are lined with ramshackle stores,
Melodies flowing, swelling, undulating, Waves invisible to the eye, yet invokes the senses Creates an active mind Induces tears, fears, ensnares the heart, With a strength unparalleled    
I hate walking in the hallways Of my high school. For one thing, There are way to many people. They walk with no purpose While mine Is to get to class. Yes, there is 6 minutes
Many shaped who I am. Many more shaped those who shaped me. I hope with my words many will be shaped by me. A spark in darkness created a universe that we all know.
I find myself shedding tears for past shitWounds t
As she sits there crying, She regrets what she's done.  She says over and over to herself, "I am young and I don't mean anything I say."   A woman of loving arms wrap around her body,
I’m told to stay in school, focus on my school work and stay out of trouble because the world is full of money hungries   I’m told to get good grades and not worry about the boys who call my name
Entering the unknown Thinking that I could cope Hoping that things would improve   But...they didn't   Excelling in the academia "Coping" just fine   But...it was an illusion
The voices get so loud
All I could do was just sit there and cry. I couldn’t change it; help it, or anything for that matter. All I could do was sit there and catch the mascara stained teardrops that attempted to scar my cheeks. Or was I even wearing mascara?
I stare into my brothers' eyes to see the icy glow of the history untold and the present to behold.    While we speak words of ticking keys and blink behind the screen of lies
  Hello, hello, is there anyone here. Please hear my cries if there’s anyone there. Oh dear God, what have I done?
I remember those lonely nights. That time in life when I was done, emotionally crippled. When I cared less for myself than even my enemies did. I used to whisper horibble things into the abyss,
You snatched the ladder from under my feet UNpurposely. And didn't bother to stay and cover my exposed wounds.
Tick loves to tick me off! Tick is a small unidentified creature. A smirky grin is his best feature. Tick is my car's worst enemy. He knows how to get the best of me. At night while I sleep,
Even when we are apart. I wish my voice to reach out to those I love, for them to wipe their tears is smile so they know I'm with them, thinking of them, and they are not alone.
What could I be missing
No one was ever asked to be born, but like always God is on a mysterious mission.
You’re the cigarette in my cup of coffeemy manic pixie dream girlyour swirling vortex of sadness only dissipated
Sitting here thinking about the past Sorry martin we still ain't singing Free at last  shit that would be a blast    but America is still segregated
You may only have Two Feet but A step at a time is All it Takes.
I figured out that maybe I actually like the rain. Since I was your soil and needed light and water to survive, I wanted rain. They planted your seed in my rich soil to grow.
Didn't Have a Name   Look, my two litte feet They're mine--you gave them to me
How? How do I rid my mind of your presence? You linger like the scent of incense, drifting through my thoughts.
I am who I am . An individual with a question to a world.
This morning I looked up in the skies Past the prickly trees Their green arms a border for the clouds And blue skies. The world is so big, Sometimes I can scarcely imagine
The word perfection consumes us all, consumes the thoughts of imperections and tries to change them into something perfectly woven together, or to flatten a small bumb,
This is the best time of my life yet the most stressful all at the same time. Planning the rest of my life before it even starts. Nothing is going to go as planned, I guess that is the fun in it ...
Bitterness Unkindness Negativity Surrounds me I am chained up in a dark place The air I breathe Is toxic; I don't want to inhale it Yet I do I do inhale it because I have to breathe
tick tock   Seconds passing, minutes, more I've never felt like this before
Pulse through my insides  Travel in milliseconds I can feel her heart race  And I can feel it slow, All depedent on the Notes that beat hard From my metal heart. This is why I am here,
Words that taunt,Words that flow,Words that tease.If not writtenThey will certainly flee,Escape your mind to bleed.For they will be never moreThen a thought, that drifted with the wind,
Dear Dad, You know how much I miss you, But being a good father to your kids had always been an issue, Mom used to say that you were just a drug addict,
My mind filled with so many thoughts Heart filled with hurt that won’t stop So young but forced to grow so fast No time to be a kid or dwell on the past Within an instant my life began to crumble
“I am, I am, I am.” Oh Sylvia, with your words of gold and your thunderstorm heart;  She whispered her poetic harmonies to me with her dead eyes and trembling hands.  
 There I stood. Tragically transfixed in cowardice, trembling in fear, no voice of my own, so afraid to speak out I took to writing this poem
Born and bred, true blue, and loyal. To have a hometown I would feel like a royal. A place that I know, love, and trust. I'd try to return; get there "or bust". Family nearby would be a nice bonus;
You told me you were going to do something, but it wasn't done. You told me you were going to teach me how to speak anothe language, I wasn't taught.
I don't know why there are so many pictures of you and us
Broken heart Lonely soul Bored mind Hard to find A creative escape A mind's way to encapsulate A beloved place's flaws The creative cup's straw to better sample the iced tea
Success will be found, Through much trial and error, Hard work and failure.
In this great big world, we are raised. Seventeen years under our parents' wings before we are shoved into the real world in our eighteenth year. How are we expected to make our own decisions,
Hear the butterflies beating their blue wings; beautiful and sad.  Listen to the wind shut your eyes
Where has Annie gone? She's been out way to long "Who died and made her queen?" Said her sister as jealousy flooded her heart   Mama was in the days Daddy never stays
We were Romeo and Juliet, My depression and me, Me and my depression.   A tragically beautiful romance Of star-crossed lovers,
If Depression were a person, She'd be a woman. An independent, seductive femme fatale, because The most feared being in the world is a woman who can
Disclaimer: This is not a poem, Because my depression is not, was not, and will never be poetic.   I used to think
Looking into his eyes I see the pain
I am a woman like any other woman, and that is, apparently, a problem. This is not a problem concerning the "uniqueness" of each woman, or the preservation of individuality.
I am a lover Running my fingers through her hair And gazing into those green, green eyes Adoring the tilt of her head And the lift of her lips Their softness agonizingly sweet
Family's forever,love is blind.Death's forever,they are blind.
  Scared most of the time Frontin’ Tryin’ to seem courageous Tick tock goes the clock… keep moving forward They’re better than me How can I hide it? Will they see through me?
  Walks amongst the grass, with a smile to the sun. Warmth about his heart, the boy longs for lasting fun. Fear so compelling, he walks a path through debris. So dark and twisted, is to man's reality.  
I don’t want to lie and keep up this Masquerade Saying everyone is beautiful and We are all just great Because in reality we’re not. You say you want passion I don’t think you rationed
The color of one’s skin: brown, tan, light or dark What does it say to the world? It should say nothing But in the real world That’s the exact opposite.
History has taught me white excellent.Shawn Carter and Mr. West are preaching black excellence.Why can’t we just have excellence?I’ve never understood this power struggle between races.In the end we are all human.
You really must know that I didn’t pave my own way,that I was not just reborn one dayas “the smart one,” “the capable one,” “the one to depend on;”and that I am instead an assorted culmination
Traveling on my sub-conscience whim
I want to go inside the head of someone elsethat way I can think thoughts that are beyond myselfI want to know what they know, see what they see,I wonder if they even think about me.
The world is crumbling as I stumble t
Is journalism right for me? I have thought for so long that it’s true. Any time so one would ask me what I wanted to do I had the answer ready to Spring out out, quick as a whip. Ready with a quip
In, and then out; in and then out.  These are the constant reminders I have to tell my self to keep me focused,
I can still remember those late night phones calls text for no reason and bumps in the hallway like no one could see us.
Make me happy Make me smile for hours Give me the fondest memories that I smile when you’re not around Make me think   Make me ponder things I never thought
we shall overcome
Sweetheart, let me in.It's time for our lives to b
FIRST STANZA: It’s crazy how things and the times change. Crazy seeing how Social Media is ruling things. Kids learn their ways from what they see instead of their parents teaching them what they should be.
I advised myself to write the things I couldn't say, or wouldn't say out loud on this paper.
Hey, did you see that girl today? You know the one I’m talking about. What was she wearing this time? Did she try to talk to you?  
Sometimes I wonder what people think of me. [Curiously fiddles with knife] Am I a whore [smirks]…or am I one of God’s children?  [Sighs] I can’t possibly be worthy enough to be a part of God’s world anyway. Look at me! I’m a filthy bastard!
  Far away over roaring seas, or mountains of mystery, war rages through countless pages, both fiction and history. Beneath the cover reality fades and colors emerge in place.
"Do it again." "But why? Isn't it good enough?" Aren't I good enough? "Not if you want to compete in this industry. Now, do it again." "Okay."
I want to die. For this feeling I can no longer bare. The rage within my soul has consumed my whole being. The terror and horror of hell has revived and rejuvenated in my soul.
He grits his teeth despite the rough sand The blood spattered on a dented helmet Because He not only fights for his country, For his freedom, but he fights for Her
My mind, a deep space. Longing for a challenge to embrace. I search and ponder within myself: what is my purpose on this Earth? To seek what is beyond the horizon? To peek over the highest mountain?
Will this ever end,
  From the time we are born we are all told what to think.  That Santa brings our toys and that all girls love pink. That if you're nice to others they'll be nice back
She used to jump around In the Garden of Eve But day by day  She rolls up her sleeves
Sometimes there’s nothing there                                                                  in my head Sometimes I need some air                                                                    in my mouth
We are living are dreams into the future talent and hope is depending on us. Now it time to shine like TOM, NICK JOHN and DON. Cause I’m here writing my rhyme laying on my bed thinking is it time No it’s not time yet.
You won't hide behind social graces You won't try to be flattering 'Cause you laugh in the face of all faces
What makes me tick? I found in second grade, It was a sweet, seven-year old chick. In daycare, together we played.   Day after day, We formed a bond. A growing friendship that wouldn’t fray,
My Myers Briggs test indicates That I am a scientist My natural propensity for problem-solving And an ability to grapple with vague concepts Puts me among the type with the highest IQ
I speak on fear, depression, and realization.  Success to me only comes when all three of these things plays together as one. The battle is all within yourself and will always be.
Most people say that ignorance is bliss.But I believe that ignorance is destruction.The ignorance of feelings,The absence of empathy.Not knowing or caring what others are going through.
I want to see you, you say. And so you see me through the sage green stitches of my grandmother's crocheted yarn, And so you see me Lying above the cherry-cola leather sofa. And so you see me,
We're blinded by many things Sadness Joy Anger Caught up in the passion of a moment That will pass and leave you crashing into empty nothing We're blinded by empty things Bitterness
Constant thoughts fill my brain toppling over each other. I try to process each one but fail to remember them all.   I have to grasp onto one and run with it, creating a new world
Is MD just a disease? Or a lifestyle? Maybe It changed how I’ve lived But I didn’t choose it Some say it’s a battle They say I’m brave But I don’t feel brave I feel weak
I am lucky.   There are things that are mine that others don't have.   Healthcare. Family. Home. Dreams. Car. Education. Freedom. Future.  
Friendship is truely hard. it can be like moving through a jar of lard personalities tend to clash and friendship turns to mach   Its never the right time even if it was you'd call "Mine"
See I've given up on love but somehow I still had faith in you, I believed In every word you said and foolishly thought they were true,
See I've given up on love but somehow I still had faith in you, I believed In every word you said and foolishly thought they were true,
Inside of me there is an asylum,             surrounded by a moat of milky light bulbs;             the only bridge burned long ago.   The dungeon holds a dragonfly
Are we simply machines ourselves? No, we’re comparing the inorganic to the organic The cold and calculated to the emotional and creative We’re nothing like machines. They’re ones and zeros
I touched brush to paint, Paint to canvas. Poured thoughts, feelings and emotions, At every dab, At every stroke.   Permeate it with life! Saturate with color! Drench it in richness!
I choose to be loud Yet I have to be quiet to get your attention Must I speak like a mouse to get you to listen.
Behind that fake smile  there's a person who screams for help. She drowns her pain and sorrow  on her bare skin. Blood drips from her writs but NOBODY sees a thing.
There’s one sight that’s a fright to be seen, A gap between sane and insanity.   It’s hard to ignore but can be adored, If someone you love is rubbing the grub. Their mouth is wide open, they’re ready to pound;
Everyday there are obstacles in my path So many in fact, it's hard to do the math!
Dancing SnowWhirling and dancing, running in the wind,A dust storm in the winter, blowing pure and white.Sparkling and shining, floating 'cross the sky,
   Faces, voices, wishing, waiting; just what are th
there's a kid near the front of the class, top of the class. she knows the answer, but she stays quiet, keeping them quiet. she knows if she raises her hand, raises her voice, the groan, the moan, the insulting intone of
As I grow bored
   My heaven awaits for me in the infinite skies.  There I can soar where ever, there I can jump from cloud to cloud, and there I can free fall without worries of ever touching the ground.  That is my imaginable heaven.
vomit onto paper an abstraction of an encrypted thought mildly wild i babble like a child all riled up formless feelings freak me out freaky in the most severe sense severely senseless 
When I first thought of slam poetry, I had nothing
We all must stand the test of time Speak your mind when times get rough  The mountain awaits
When I first thought of slam poetry, I had nothing
Oh how my mind wanders, a never ending thing. It goes back and forth from topic to topic like a pendulum swing. A football player, a jock, a nerd, a geek. All these are labels and they all label me.
The sun wakes me up with subtle kisses. I’m lifted out of my bed by thousands of pulses of electricity Pushing, pulling, contracting, releasing. I feel them in my nose, I feel them in toes.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Ugh, time to get up. Sprinkle. Sprinkle. AH! Hot water gone again. Beep. Beep. Beep. Burned my breakfast. Lovely morning, right?  
Heaven is it real? I need to know you are safe, I need to know that you are in a happy place. A place where you can run and be free, Free of all the pain you were in. My heart aches with the loss of you.
I hear the sounds of their sniffs all around Their stares slamming my peace into the ground I feel enclosed, I can't escape across the border Of the mental insanity that comes with a digestive disorder  
This poem is titled the 21st century.    DAAAAAAAMN girl. You are fiiiiiiiiiine.   
I shun this part right here Waking in the middle of night battered heart All we do is live in this perpetual fear Again and again I try to avoid this part right here
What is love? his pitiful weeping, hunched shoulders shaking like a 9.5 earthquake his pain, sudden and hot, the mind is blank, but the body still feels his screams of agony, he'sdeadhe'sdeadhe'sdead
The definition of faith is seeing without believingYou trust and you pray hoping that he isn’t being misleadingYou can’t see with your eyes, but your heart opens up wide praying that
I have notlistenedto anything you have justfinished explaining.Forgive me butI was daydreaming about somethingmore important to me thanwhatever it was you said.
You were right but was I wrong? We were caught up in a storm Waging war, battles won Even heroes come undone   It wasnt hard but you messed this up
When the world goes dry and the day grows coldyou can't turn to someone to open up your soulLike its when you crythe time flies by
What difference does a few years make?   A few years for babies makes a drastic difference! A newborn can only process warm milk, While the older is able to eat mushed apples.  
Some call her crazy, but others call her tough. Her presence is commanding.  Her body is a piece of artwork coated in a pallet of black, blue, and purple.
the struggle starts when your born in this world as a sinner.the struggle is here to break you or make you.
I am a living computer I survive on electricity I read sound waves and light waves I have motion sensors, proximity sensors, and heat sensors installed I can analyze chemicals, airborne and otherwise
I’ll never be what you want me to be I can’t fit in the shoes you laid out for me This wasn’t my plan or my chosen destiny All I want to be is simple me You tell me I’m worthless You tell me I’m terrible
My life  My life has been easy  But it has been hard 
All they care about is the look All they care about is how people look at them All they care about is the hook All they care about is how the hook sounds
Just 12. I have been alive longer than those few years. Just 12. Time to cast away every last one of my fears. Just 12. No time to waste on dwelling on the past. Just 12.
You can't go to war with nature. Even though man can destroy it and remold it and shape it into something profitable - mechanical - civil. It will win you over again.
I’m afraid I don’t have a firm enough grasp on time and how I’m supposed to inte
It's kind of funny, how fast the time goes. Days feel like seconds, months and years like minutes, past memories are like a dream you just woke up from but can only barely remember.
SInce day one I was told that I would be the best. I was told "Look, my child. The world is yours and if you really want it you can grasp it" I believed those words to be true so I did my best.
  What makes me tick? What makes me tick really ticks me off College is hard yo, Have you seen all these assignments? I’m just a poor programmer what is this I have to become poor
I could spend forever day drea
Ask any kid who knows how to work a crowd what they want to be when they get older, and they’ll say, “I want to be happy.”
I almost cried when we left Ireland. It was so green, and the people so friendly. A weathered land of legend and song, the prettiest place I'd ever seen.   The Alaskan sky was gray and wide.
Beauty is not a possesion Beauty is much more than a lesson It can not be taught There are no fundametals,basics,duplications Beauty has many originals, it is spiritual
I love to learn lift the weak and save the sick   Wherever I go I hope to do the right   I love to see people triumpht and succeed   To see them surrounded by light
Mouth wide open Eating her cheek The drug Has her paranoid Again
No longer “Milk’s Favorite Cookie”-- nor the dual chocolate discs with the snowy white filling,
I know that face too well Consistent with the pain I feel when my face pales At the thought of your ghost At the very realization That everything I've given 
You all shut your ears out from this harsh world and close your mouths, keeping silent. You're so busy gathering your wealth, satisfying your avarice that your ranks are taken away without you noticing.
I am alive but not living.
Equality is a joke
What is Love? Is love a spark that grows inside two people who enjoy every moment of each other?
Through Earth and Air I fall,Plummeting down into velvet night.My heart too high, their reactions of appall.Outstretched fingers grasp lavender light,Oh how could the One have had the gall?
The slamming sound of pots,pans,dishes, and cups over the rumbling of your voice. "You didnt vacume today"? "Why does this counter look dirty all the time?" The day as darkend and my eyelids are beginning to feel heavy.
Has it really come to this? Or am I just making a wish? Even if it is a wish,  It's just about time it came true.   I cannot imagine anymore of the past.  Sure I can walk on nails and glass 
The fuels rise the prices
There is a reason  Why I Don't Go CooCoo For Cocoa Puffs Over Outer Beauty.
Time progresses faster when we didn't notice Our legacies we being born but we swear we're focused Letting bills engulf our hearts like sticks and stones Call it World War 4 because World War 3 started when we were alone
The spirit of a Pioneer is strength from within,From the field of battle comes the roar of a win.The blue stands filled with a crowdThe blue band playing proud.The gifts from above and the determination below
I hate the fact that everything on TV is all trash.
I've seen her standing there with her hands running through her hair. She smiles nervously at me but then shyly looks away. She does not even see, The beauty she has in her own way.
Pushed to the limit,Student in it to win it.Studying non-stop around the clock,Waking up to get to class all to hear people talk.Get home grade posted for the last quarter,
You wrote the thesaurus in which I am a synonym for worthless, and an antonym for perfect.You wrote the dictionary with my name defining the word ugly, and used me in a sentence to exemplify the adjective disgusting. 
How do others expect me to describe you? How do you describe what growing feels like? How do you describe what breathing feels like? How do you describe what being asleep feels like?
Hope - a vivacious fire,
your slowly intoxicating my head no words can describe what has been to my brain, fed your slowly intoxicating my mind arguing with myself wether your feeling is healthy, or if im blind.
Here comes the bride, All dressed in white. Walking up the aisle to see her beaming bride. Her father stands besider her, giving her away. Her mother in the crowd, looking the other way.  
Why do you care what I say? I fume and I cry and I try to get my own way, I bluster out loud while I really hurt inside, I act like I'm tough when you hurt my pride.
To be calm and collected,In the face of life itself,Actual fire balm and infected,Awarness of an elf,To not care of problems that get shot point blank,Willing to make the tenacious decisions,
I feel like I’m sinking Sinking to the bottom of the deepest ocean Eerily a seemingly artificial light illuminates the water Candid images surround me Random memories, fantasies, desires
"Why is it worth it anymore?" I ask myself as my words turn into dust in my pillow.  I let out a silent cry,  "Has all this fighiting been for nothing?" Friends? Where are you?
So she has a boyfriend and the songs that she plays aren’t as sad to the to
They creep they crawl,Trying to intervene in my life,With no cause at all but to start a brawl,Claiming to be something they are not,Demon in disguise ready to do a hoax,They wait to be caught,
I wish I could steal raindrops and stuff them in my pocket, Grab scintillating sounds so it can illuminate the earth,
In this crumbling world we all become self absorbed taking money over love  gaining nothing but an overactive ego by pointing out others flaws theres nothing to stop this world from ending
When did this world become full of greed, wealth, and giving cruelty to the ones that don't have it?  How do we give a raise to politicians,  and leave our troops with no breakfast to eat?
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one In the world. The only one who knows What's going on. The only one around for miles And miles I feel as if even thought the whole World is talking
When we met, you were just another girl But now for some reason you are my world I havent seen you in a while but it cool My heart says otherwise, maybe i'm a fool The days go by, we hardly speak nowdays
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Think so?  Get a taste of it, come back, then tell me how it goes.   Don’t tell me to ignore it, that everything’s O.K.;
We are looked at as misled, misguided.. When really, it's these kind of people who save us all.  The broken ones are the true heroes,  not wanting any recognition. Selflessnes is their virtue, 
Growing up you took care of me no matter how bad i was you gave me food and a roof and a mothers love from hugs and kisses to beatings and punishment i laugh so much when i think of all of it
She looks at it. It looks at her. Like looking in a mirror. Nature vs. Nurture. She reclines her seat As she watches the breeze Whisk around the palms And give ache in her feet.
Beauty is not an hour-glass shape or a large bust with a tiny waste
Like a caged bird, I pretend to be happy I have to be the perfect daughter, friend, student and girl Like a caged bird, I am left alone No one seems to acknowledge the fact that I feel isolated from society
I turn right when I am wrong Soon a left to my treasure Here the feelings run strong I am nearly guilt free in this pleasure   A safe haven I run to
I think God has a cruel sense of humor. Because when I turned eleven and pleaded with all my might to become immortal, I heard Him chuckle in the confides of the newly blackened space
The human mind is a mysterious thing, It’s a machine that works day and night, And every single brain is not alike.   My mind is a mysterious place, Constantly thinking of many ideas,
Me How to describe thee I am confusing but simple but not all the same I am childlike and mature and I love to read I love animals and I love my dog I love my family even the ones who are bizarre
Overcast, a small sun peeking through the clouds, still but tranquil Suddenly the sky opens up Rain hits the window and I watch it slide down the pane And I think to myself: I wonder how it feels outside
If I read you a story starting "Once Upon a Time", would you to stay to listen as I read off each line? How would you feel as the realization became known: This story was not about another person's life,
Start from the very beginning In time you'll be winning Take the trip that everybody makes There's no doubt you got what it takes
Slamming the enemy. What makes me tick, In a land with so many options, I come out swinging. Bills are suffocating, School is drowning, But life is worth living. And that's why I'm trying,
Life. The air we breath is life and the sea we sea is the womb. The womb that has birthed milenias of life of all different beings that are. These beings make up you and me.
In a time of need one searches far and wide, For, all of our worries are right by our side. What are we searching for, though;
Shall I convey to thee all the reasons I’m mad? Shall I put into words those moments I rage And things all of which I wish I could say To those who piss me off?
One It is about time you realized that you are black you still don’t know what that means But one day you will And you will never have felt more beautiful or misunderstood
First starts off with a simple hello on your first day.
My life is a book composed of many different chapters. The lines I write within each one determines what comes after. My book began before my birth. God formed me by his Plan.
On a gloomy, humble, rainy day, I venture into the garage for batteries, the garage that slurps in cars, burps out trucks, and spies on the swimming asphalt outside.
Every human body is an expression of divine breath. We are all made in God's image but yet we still fight the lust of the flesh.
    We've created an army of identical twins, 318,457,385 of them today, more tomorrow. All mirror images staring blankly back at each other, unable to see the similarities, 
I am always a depressed dreamerI am always depressed by the powersBenefits always equip huntersSafety always promotes slaughters
Every morning I wake up and see the beautiful woman I aspire to be Every day is the same, the mirror on the wall, mocking me and taunting me to be someone I am not
Life just flys, so quickly by. So fast, that it makes my eye think about other’s lives, that I hate to pry. Others lead me to the moon and then to great outer space, around the time of noon.
Never have I felt the sensation of numbnessUntil I could touch it from my arid eyes to my dampened spirits.I was forcefully dragged to your every whim,Scorned by your self-righteous sermons,
Speak up, stand tall be as strong as a brick wall. Dont let ignorant people,  drag you down Go into the world with a smile, rather than a frown. Dont listen to the boy in the corner of the room,
You were my supportt system behind everything I did, In your shadow of safety is where I hid.  Every step you amde, I made with you, there isn't anything for me you wouldn't do. 
Vivid imagery flutters my corrupted mind,I close my eyes and fall fast asleep to indulge in this tease,I see what I wish would happen while I was awake,
I keep leaning in, the more I lean I feel as if I'm tipping over,I feel the weight coming down on my  bruised shoulder,
Friend   Grim figure beside My Death Bed   I don't fear you, come closer Why fear the inevitable? Why fear the fate of every living thing?   I knew my time
I feel like I owe the world something For raising me I mean Even if I turned out poorly It doesn’t stop me from worrying About living up to expectations Laid like railway tracks
There was once a boy who was not willing to fight For he was always humiliated and seen as shy. In him, there was no courage and only fright. He was fragile and only measured a short height.
After my long night at work, there you sit. You look up at me with a smirk and I just lose it.   I may look strong, but on the inside Im dying. Because these past four years have been long
I watch them. A stroll to ease a relentless mind. A smile faked, a laugh forced.  
    V          Doubt     O          Fills every corner of my mind      I           Whispers      I           Dark words of unending peril. Failure      I           Hope
Life is told as a series of doors One opens, one closes A world of possibilities   It's also a series of paths That meet other paths Paths that lead to new doors
As I stand before the mirror on the wall, What do I see? Not a pretty girl staring back at me. No. I see someone who is too short, too fat, too ugly. My flaws sticking out as bright as the sun.
Judgment Jenny was her name, and she judged a guy based off of other people's opinions Unable to feel comfortable with whom she was talking to 
Smoke clogs her lungs and makes it hard to breathe Cough, cough she tries to hard Her tears dry up as her children beg Her to give them more but nobody listens to Her needs, to Her pleads
Who am I? I see these models and stars and feel so small. People who have what they will always need. Who am I? Compared to the ones in Hollywood I am no one.
What if you were gone? Where would I go? What would I do? Who would I be?
Echoing through the house Empty hallways and broken chairs. Crystal glasses and A voice that wrings the soul.   Alone on the stage, Coated in dust Yet sparkling in the sun.  
What ticks me off....society don't you see.
There’s A Failure To Communicate Pardon my indiscretion I wasn’t thinking (The words in my head were too loud) It Was Only A Word
Here I lay on my bed A pillow is under my head My room is dark and silent A paper moves, so pops open my eyelids   Its early morning Late night Sleep is nowhere in sight  
  Pills and potions Yes, we are overdosing On magazines full of computer-generated women Perf
around you I feel a storm of emotions brewing my chest. most of them have to do with anger or disappointment in myself. and you think I would have learned by now that this is the natural order of life
The world's a pitch black room. I dance through this room, Eyes closed, but my mind wide open. Birds chirp, trees sway in the wind. My mind runs as wild and free As the stream that flows beneath my feet. 
It's a driving force. It annoys me constantly every single day. What is this thing that makes me tick? People's comments on how I should live my life!
  Is the mind separate from the body? One might ask. Can the thoughts we formulate be considered technology? One might task. So much thinking is making me weary. I will just ask Siri.
You probably get many submittions with pity. From people that aren't even determined. Grades are all she has. But whereas me, I'm determined and my name is Jazz.   GPA isnt the best, but I'm self motivated.
One-thousand dollars towards a college education.
In the begining we were all the same Men and women with out a name But, differences made us who we are Characteristics, colors, and all In the end we weren't meant fit in to one frame  
Stand tall, shoulders back, salute.
Why is it that I must respect your Allah, your Buddha, your spirit animal,                 But you attack my God and my right to worship Him? Why must I mind my speech, my words, my phrases
What's up ahead? You can't see anything Every step brings you closer To the end, to the beginning You continue forward not knowing what's ahead Walking through a dark house
Every day, there's a a knock on my door tap on the window voice in my head says Go on Get up Roll out of bed. Every day, that ticking persists
Imagine, during the first few months of when you first understood what words, languange, and feelings were you were called ugly. Imagine how for the next years of your life you were reminded of how ugly you were.
A Bump in the Road I've learned to do things on my own Along the journey, I have grown Paths I've taken aren't always sunny It's kind of challenging being low on money.
A challenge, an opportunity, a pulpit, a stage, a circle, a street corner. Speak your mind, and let the world know what is on your heart And so I speak, I share my life, I open up
Daddy why don't you love me? All I want to do is make you proud, Daddy why don't you love me? I swear I wish I was a better child, Daddy why don't you love me? After all these years, don't you miss me?
So they say it's over, it's in the past, but I in contrast say "No". No.   The King stood in 1968, but he was shot, shot down. And as he fell, we rose, we rose.
It truly sucks when you give s
Those luscious lines of unspoken feelings. Let out, and oozing with with such sentimentality 
Mirrors reflect what the eye can see. Windows behold what mind can reach Tell me, which view would you rather meet?
I'm not much of a poet But wait! Please don't leave me yet
I am awake at night, Wondering if I will succeed in life. Motivation and abition, they are funny; If only they--alone--could earn you money. 
Cognate to School:  
      You’ve always had the preconceived idea that I am supposed to be the happy one. Even when all else is tumbling down, I’m expected to be the one who is the shelter in all of the insanity.
My skin, my bones are crumbling.   My remains are becoming dust.   And from my decomposing self,   I hope that your flowers will grow,  
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Why is there so much hate in
Never any use trying to sleep.Too much went wrong, too many lost.Anxiety over how you could have saved her,or him, or yourself.But you didn't.
Their backs are watching, creeping behind you to find that you've got a knife stuck in the back. they laugh at you thinking I was the one who struck, the darkness conceals them like the black plague concealed the British.
Self-conscious of her confidence Prideful with insecurities Endlessly hating herself for not accepting imperfection
Alone, broken, ashamed This is how you left me Absolute, strong, proud This is how I remade me For I will not be cast aside And I will not be thrown away I am not to be walked on
We're all broken in some form yet we strive to be perfect
Sometimes thoughts fall in my mind and knock me off my feet and I'm afraid that one day I will not be able to lay bricks around my legs and build myself back up again.
What makes my brain tick? Could it be the pricking thorns that my finger may prick? Does danger bring out my thoughts more Than a loved one stepping out the door?
What would it be like being "shipped?" Does it mean being with someone on this big ship That will never be ripped?
When I speak does it sound, can you hear me?Is there a purpose to speaking?Are you listening,recieving my message in undderstanding.Evaluation,detonation of the truth and meaning.Empathize dont symphathize the undertonement of peoples lives.Look
At the young era of being teens,There is the future we must know.What we want to do years from now,And for the rest of our lives.  
Speak My Mind? Oh Oh .. You mean express my brain no no , Speak my pain Im sure there's someone .. maybe, surely  that understands the strain
I thought July would be our month. My mother and brother gone, and my dad off to work on his 6-3pm shift. We could have pretended to be a real couple for once. No drama with my family, and we could have hung out everyday.
Feel the breeze sweep listfully forward As you creep slowly toward, That goal you see in you mind   Don't stress about the small things Just focus and grow your wings, Don't let anyone tell you "no"
I gave you all that i could give, i got nothing in return.
You are always there...   When the sun starts its rise The stars and paint merge their glows The night's soft demise As the surrealism flows No matter how unreal Whatever reality may be
The days now pass with uncertainty The world keeps spinning
My parents have always provided me with the things I need In order for me to succeed Through sickess and pain they have worked hard And this sometimes pains my heart Knowing that I can't help in any way
We should not bully. Treat eachother equally. Always with respect.
I hate cancer My mom throwing up everywhere, everynight Two years of this and still I'm tight Feeling of sadness  Thinking is she going to make it through the night.
I miss the green.   I miss the sweet sound of fresh fruits Falling straight from its' trees. I miss the roaring laughter of my family As we reminisce on childhood memories.  
My future depends on How alluring I am As a combination Of a few words and numbers
No(one) person K(now)s her Runn(flee)ing free Can('t) see Open(close)ness ahead Every(no)where she treads Into bright(dark)ness lead Break(lock)ing chains No(some) more lies feigned
What's stopping us? Why can't we reach out to a neighbor and lend a healing hand? Mend a broken heart and be better friends? Bring a little sunshine where there has been heavy rain? And learn to love again?
Selfishness Bred Neglect. As I traded his will for my own. Inflated the world, so a perpetual deflation of his Magnitude could flood my heart. Yet never once did He stop loving me.
Iris is her name I love her as my daughter We share no blood lines
Where do I start? My heart has been broken, my feelings shattered. I cry myself to sleep, do I even matter? I'm not the same,took away my happiness.
everything is perspective. positives, negatives, so what is 'truth'?   is 'truth' a compromise on all of the perspectives? or is it the outcome that would best serve oneself?  
On a bright Saturday morning My world darkened I shattered into a million pieces Being whole again seems impossible That phone call Took my legs from under me I collapsed on the cold tile floor
All my life I just drifted.First from the Philippines to New Jersey,Then from New Jersey to Florida. It wasn't until high school.I finally found my drive.
Life is for living and loving Hope is like a daily breath Optimism is like sunshine Shining on the inside Motivation moves me Life is fo living and loving  
time on the clock i breathe in *tic toc* and it occurs to me *tic toc* i've been waiting for this moment
                                               a deaded place to be                                            as if your casted off to sea                                                 there is no stopping
Judgement on this world Society truth. Hatred. suffering the Lies
Soft steps echo in the hushed hall. Dark figures sit and stare while Warm rays of light fall on him. Standing in center stage in front of a piano He bows, and then prepares for what is to come.
I may be strong
Our world looks mangled and torn. Like papers shredded and put in the garbage. Like a car smashed into a sequoia. Like a house left in ashes after being lit in bright red flames. Our world is ugly, and cold.
Those looks you give, That verbal abuse I’ve dealt with ever since I was 5, All your hatred, I’m going to use that. I’m going to use it to make me stronger. To never be the person that you are,
A weary world watches shadows overtake the day, eclipsing the sun and our hearts. Will light break through the darkness and illuminate the day within?
That which makes me tick is hard to define Is the antidepressants stabilizing my mind? Is it the fear of failure or being left behind? Is the incessant tick tock ticking of time?
Weaving through the clouds up high in the sky, Not much around us but the ground below. Far off in the distance the clouds do cry,
Our heart is tainted and our values are infected. We are fools to believe what we see with our eyes. It doesnt reflect how an indiviual's heart lyes.
White pearls have fallen Red lipstick on wine glasses Beauty is crying.   The world is spinning, out of control Complete with arrogance and hate Perfection is out of reach
What were you thinking? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?When you were leaving, WHEN YOU WERE LEAVINGDid it make you feel big, you coward!
I am fragile. To look at me you would see a young woman standing at 5 ft. 3 inches and think “Of course she is fragile.” But no… My stature does not determine my strength.
(White hon
As the sky cries out its melancholic anxiety, The sun tries to mitigate its condition. But with the environmental degradation present in society, Humans are the cause of such abolition.
               Living in hell is living with you my love. I am living in hell thanks to you. Loving you, and patiently waiting for the right time to see you, and finally seeing how that moment vanish from my... our hands and my... our wait.
An old man watches, A baby cries, But neither one, Will meet my eyes.   An enemy laughs, And old friends greet, But I just carry on, Staring down at my feet.  
America: a nation of freedom, yet women feel chained to a constant fear of men, stained with feelings of desire and lust  who's actions are anything but just.
I have to tell you about the language of My generation: prodigies of telecommunication
Silently screaming, Silently dreaming in terror and fear. No one trusted, Feeling dead inside and alone.   Standing up for oneself, Knowing no one cares anymore.
My brain is not like most. It holds my thoughts, From pillar to post.
Waking from a slumber filled
  I met this guy when I was around 15, he was way older than me, old school..  But it was cool, cause he was soulful, Soul to soul, Me and him, We just clicked,
    I got a rebellious heart right now, I don't even know where to start and tell you what I feel every time I wake up,
    My story goes unspoken The pain went unknown,
  I remember our trips to the lake. You taught me how to steer the boat But I fell out and wore your dry shirt as a dress While the sun burned your back.   I remember all those rainy days.
I an but a child, they say. I should not fear the monsters under my bed, or the demons in my closet. My mind cannot grasp reality, or the complexity of evil. I should not knot the 'whys'
The thump of my foot against the asphalt Every other beat Pushes me faster and faster, Making my heart threaten to ditch my chest  
To dance, or not to dance…that is the question Whether it is better to hide And keep our talents hidden
I'm lost.  Time passes in a blur Things unheard, unspoken words How do I feel? Broken, with no reason My feelings change like every season. All I do know is this
Tick, Tick-Tock, my head whirls, staring at a lonely girl
It starts with a look. A turn of the head and an acknowledgment of there existence. What starts so simple leads to something beautiful. Something majestic and pure. Love.   
The roar of the world beyond the water Thats what you sound like Whispers and murmurs floating on waves Thats what you sound like Breathing in water weighing down lungs Thats what you feel like
From the moment I walked in those doors all you people have seen are the price tags on my clothes. You don't see the person wearing them.
Let me start with a bit of history, Some facts about myself, I enjoy blissful tranquility, So my patience seems to have no end. But no matter how deep my patience may be, I am still a human being.
Upendo; I miss you Your not just simple attraction, you know That feeling you feel when someone your feeling is feeling you Up
Sounds chiming in my head, what Is that? I think I roll off the top bunk. THUMP! Squeak!
I'm tired of being judged JUDGED is the feeling of someone who  is criticicized by those other than themselves I am judged by my family I am judged by the world
Not lengthy, they’re nowhere near long, Yet meaningful, small and meaningful. In a way these are the short stories of our lives, The short stories that shape our lives.   To say it receives a nod,
In Two Parts I. If I’m not worth the minor struggle, one call into the darkness, Then why is she worth my effort. It’s in the moment when she needs Outlets, but I am too fed up +
When the skyline comes into view, I feel it.  When I crane my neck and squint my eyes to see the very top of the Sears turned Willis Tower, I feel it.  That sense of longing and that sense
What brought her here - a disguised affliction, The man who betrayed her was her love addicton.   What other options had she now? She'd get an abortion, she said aloud.  
As I sit in the living room, I watch the destruction of the news confined me to another war.
Everyday i have no time for myself. I'm running in my head needing a break From my jobs, family, and school. Never slowing down to look around me  Smelling the roses at bloom
Feelings     Bottled Up Emotion      How Fragile One's MindHow Tender One's Heart
Someone once told me: " Leave abstract words to the politicians and religious figures to fatigue." What I have gotten from that: Abstract words are a waste of time.
Sometimes hope is a four letter word.
Looking in the mirror and think of shame. Shame, Same, Shame. The name fits. What is wrong with you shame! Reflecting back, I suppose I recon you. By the way your eyes are penetrating through mine.
I love your every being Every molecule, every cell that makes up the body holding me.   You know every mark on my body The one and only spot that tickles The little joys in my life that keep me alive.
yeah, yeah Life once felt simple and complete but now grown up nothing feels the same   I always feel frustrated and angry life was never ment to be this way  
 The odds of surviving might be rear But when instinct kicks in you would know it is near God in his tending power and care  Would never leave you to snare The clouds might be dark right here
My mind is curious yet all knowing, it jumps over obstacles like skyscrapers, falls but all ways lands on it's feet, puzzling but never out of place. Science alone cannot grasp the mind,
I feel it moving inside of me My mistake, my blessing, my baby I wonder if it knows how I feel If it can feel all of my fear I should have known better they say It was all my fault they say
Go To Bed Lights go off Mind turns on Loneliness sets in
Football is magnific, enjoyed by many, first sport I cheered too! Humbles in defeat, trumpets in glory, for every loser a winner, first sport I ever won! Football is fun that weighs a ton,
We build up speed, we build up speed What we want, we say we need This is our nation's newest creed That when we reach the highest billing We simply raise the debt cieling We know no need, we know no need
People say that they can rhyme anytime, Although I struggle to believe that to be true. Rhyming is a lot harder, you see Although I am sure that you do.
I have my mother's laugh My great-grandfather's guilt My father's unpleasant temper Indian hair, not quite silk   I have George's wisdom My granny's contagious smile My uncle's sense of humor
If you were to unravel the mazes in my mind, The sky would welcome the horizon. The artist in me paints the world in shades of red. Chilling, daunting, crimson red. You would find my infinite wonderland.
Every morning, every afternoon, every night we are blind. We are blind to a world that judges and ridicules us. Every step, every breath, every word, every action we are weaker.
  I live in a world where a bud is a flower
Friends, there for you through good times and bad Sometimes they are the family you ever had. Friends come and go like the wind, Some help you in the midst of your sin.  
The media seems to believe To be a model one must achieve Starvation and dissection To obtain perfection? The idea is highly naive.  
Don't forget about what I did for you all the crap I put up with to make you happy all the tears I cried when you hurt me all the memories we created for all the world to see  
Who's to blame? When you don't speak up? Insecurity comes from within But no one on the outside can conquer it But You. Yet you refuse to love yourself You expect others to love and repect you.
Forget me,Hate me,Steal my soulThrow it awayBecause today,Nothing feels rightAnd I can no longer delight myselfWith the thoughts of the world.I hear nothing,See nothing
Is only a machine Operated by the big three The mind soul and spirit And the workers in between.   A beautiful landscape To invesitigate and understand Illustrate and decorate
You are a crushing wave, 
You are a hurricane,
Of mercy and love.
You are the call we've made,

I walked in the room nervous and dazed To find him staring at me awed and amazed Eyes black as night, skin white as snow Who was this boy? I had to know.   His innocent eyes tell stories
it's not a queston of what makes you think it's what you choose to think about thoughts get pushed from the mind abandoned lost neglected wishing they were the thoughts that stuck
i live among youi feel emotions just like youi have a family just like every one elsei would feed you if you were hungryi would see you as a friend if given the chance
The best week of our lives, Partying all day everyday Living life our way   The best week of our lives, A vacation we all desrved Our time in high school had been served  
How do you show people who you are as a person? Sounds stupid, right? Wrong. You may know who you are but when someone asks "who are you?"; all we say is our name. That's not tellng them who you are as a person.
Looking in the mirror 
I guess I could have went to that abortion clinic I could have went through with it I could have killed a living life Instead, I am suffering sleepless nights  
SLAP! I didn't mean to upset you I'm sorry I don't know why I always have to ask so many questions. SHOVE! Down the stairs I'm falling
Will you fight or will you fall,
Enter head on, in your binding. So called companionship, misinterprets For; contract. For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
For some reason (and I don’t really know why),you tell me you want to be taxidermy.Like I said, I don’t really know, butmaybe it’s for immortality?You say you want to live forever with me,
I walked with my head down Noticing every crack in the ground In order to keep from falling. I walked like that for years Until the day I looked to hard at the ground And ran right into you.
“You got accepted into the school you’ve always wanted to go?” They say. “Alright! That’s great! You must be overjoyed!”, They say. There’s joy, of course But with it comes fear and worry,
I wish you could hear what you say when you’re high.
I know I g
They say, "Love is blind."So why are we so blind to fact that love is love?We see a man and a woman get married,and it must be love.Together they can make life,
Murderous claws dominate the leaking night, so you can cringe at their possession, but your resistance is restless, as you fight for a forlorn cause, showing the true colors that bear
All The Ways  
There is nothing wrong with asking a question But before you begin, allow me to answer some of the more common ones My scarf does not show regression And yes, I know I look like a nun I have plenty of hair
This wasn't for me, I did this for you.  Each cut and each bruise,  And every beating in between. No food, Just water, Day by day. and there goes the weight.
How does one know limits? One does not How does one know one's self? One always knows How does one know another? Knowledge of experience How does society know one? It knows not
When the people who gave you life are also what makes you consider taking it, There is a problem. Every single night I brush my teeth in an attempt to wash away the sound of you Slamming the door as you leave.

Dear mom and dad 
 You won’t ever actually hear this because I’m too scared of what you might say  
Dear mom and dad 
 Yes. I care what you think of me 
 Dear mom and dad
What maps out our life What can lead me astray in a split second
The sun is
Does any man 
To have faith is to defy logic. It takes faith to think positive. It takes faith to believe that there's a Creator
Some would say that their life is better than ours; some would say our life values more than their own. What is your definition of life?
Four walls surrounding me everywhere I lookI can here the echo of my voiceThere is no one else here with meI am aloneThey are all out living this thing called life, trying new things
Close your eyes.   Bom bom. Bom bom. Bom bom. Can you hear it? That’s the sound of my heart beating.
She glances around, Then ducks into the bathroom.
Is beauty a face or a rainbow? Is it a painting or a picture? Is it something we can perceive with our eyes? Or is it something entirely different? It cannot be defined as a color, shape, race, taste, or scent.  
With every "that's not ladylike" my voice drops a little lower until I become a mosquito tone. With every "you hit like a girl" my fists collapse at my sides as open palms, begging approval.
Life is a mystery yet unsolved through life it is we've all evolved   Some are born with silver spoons, while others don't even have rooms.   A hobo lies on carboard ground 
I wander through an art exhibit, and I admire all the extraordinary work. Majestic landscapes, history written in people’s faces…  And then I am halted, floored, at a painting of a cabbage harvest. There was an artist.
His last few breathes I witnessed But how could I have known. His language unknown to me But a love we both held strong.  That was the day the cancer won and his tail would wag no more.    
Walking down this road I called home Thinking of all my dreams that seem so far to reach My mind and heart whispers courage but reality seems to crush my dreams
“what are you?”
Sadness The breaking of family The loss of pets Moving away from all I've known   Tick, tick, tick This is me   Creativity A thousand lines Written in pencil, in pen
When they ask how? and why? I can simply open my mind, show them the way I see the world The way I view and what I love How the shadows reflect and things creep My love of the world and people
For now time is a cage Longer lives Longer days Does it really matter your age? Some belive in finding wives Others belive in a job that pays
To walk the streets in silence would be a comfort,
(Chiraq beat) I’m no rapper but this –ish ain’t draconian. Didn’t take much to pull me in. God flow, time stop, anachronic rap bars. Ahead of the years He gave me, ahead of the game I carry,
Memories of failed fantasies, fill his mind, pushing him to the edge, where the darkness, just isn’t enough anymore.
Heed my words, one and all! I dreamed a dream of an ocean. Violent ocean-jolts enveloped all in their path. Water winds blew rigorously, Thrashing locks of hair into my face, blinding me.
  My skin is my brand
  I fell in love with a Bible lover
  My body is a post-war wasteland
I've been measuring the world in awkward pauses and how many hands it takes to wrap about my waist. I've been too busy wondering whether to suck in to speak out and the words are tangling up here in my head and
Every day I look at myself silently
I can't do anything RIGHT
Fading into the darkness,
The lies in his eyes The deception that he buys For such a quick high Only to hear himself cry   The strides that he takes The effort that he makes The love that he craves
These summer days will fade.
Driving along down the street two vehicles are about to meet.
The intercom buzzes, and my principal’s voice begins to speak, reminding we young ladies of the dress code, berating us for wearing shorts that are too short or tank tops with straps that don’t meet the required three inches, because,
It's when you dont care It's when you're done It's when I need you most
When I hold it in my hand, I feel much power I feel like I haven't been crying for the past half hour When I lay the cool metal upon my wrist
The haunted statue, Waits, Alone and pondering, Chipped and oxidized to the point, Of unrecognizable. Struggling to stay timeless, Beautiful, Waiting. When will my hero come?
We of all people, the humans of this century who have made many outstanding advances should clearly see this enemy hiding in our men's stances   Somehow we look over it
The golden tides crash against the shores the shores filled with excitement excitement because everyone knows what time it is can you smell that scent? The days are long the nights short
Hungry on the streets
Any outcry gets stifled Their innocence gets rifled We sit back and watch on our flat screen At things meant not to be seen They fight their religious wars While we keep our pets in doors
It is my 23rd year of life I look around me and I see A fragile mask on me  It's cracked and worn around the edges Nobody can tell what's wrong  Because I smooth out the damages
    The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
we say ignorance is bliss hatred, intolerance, and greed are the trifecta of our society do you see it?   news anchors deliver breaking news: a pop star got married yesterday
I wake up every morning Go downstairs Have a cup of tea or hot chocolate Coffee if I really need it Have a small breakfast Usually a bagel or a Hot Pocket Take my pills
No thank to mani-pedis I'll pass on the spa   Spend your paycheck on produce
I love you You're everything I needed my daddy to be  I trust you, you emotionally hurt me 
Most of my thoughts derive from questions. I don't know if that's how everyone thinks, but it's the only way that I know how.
I see my world through my eyes, We're all given life but everyone dies. You might be blue and i could be pink, But that diference should'nt influence how we think. We could hear something and swear its the truth.
So Dream Away By Elizabeth Dresdow   What is a Mind? What makes up a mind? Does it have infinite possibilities?
Wasted freedom adjourned by the linguistically-challenged society. A wreckage in my brain driving me to the point of insanity, manicuring each  segment to be 
It is not a particularly taxing question Nor is it a question I can easily formulate a response The obvious answer to this question is that I find it chic, But there is more to it than that  
Ticking ticking ticking ticking in my head. No escape. My mind races faster faster faster faster trying to evade the Hate that's built up inside of me. Running running running running
My Body is an ocean It is graceful and it is powerfulIt is strong
When I look at you I often wonder if I am acctually dreaming,
My poems remind me of my life, A mirror of my mental strife. It's like I straddle every line. I try to make all angles fit.   Blank verse, free verse, meter and rhyme.
Matthew 7:12. Do unto others whatsoever you would like them to do to you. Why is this concept so HARD to comprehend?
 Life seems to revolve around the definitions of what  some people have...    What's the definiton of weak? Is it crying because your favorite television show has been cancelled?
White walls. While I sit on my bed and look around the room, Wishing I could clean up all my mistakes with a broom, Wiping my tears knowing I’m going behind bars, What was my reason for stealing these cars?
I am so afraid to talk to you. The opportunity is something I pray for, But your affection for me is frightening; It cements my feet to the floor And turns my head away from your eyes.
i want to live.
The breeze that strokes the vibrant leaves, The wind that struggles, blows, and heaves. The light of the sun shining bright, The glow of the moon throughout the night. The slip of sand beneath small feet,
         My soul is in agony, because you’re loving he whom is not meI cringe by the thought of your memory; my emotions keep running through my bowels and my thoughts become rancidI love you but I hate you,
I'm chasing after you again, when am I not? We run the same speeds but are always so far apart!
Must you think of yourself like that?
And I am thinking about how I have to be afraid to be a woman (when I am as powerful as any man).
What makes my brain tick? It happens when my thoughts just click. Through my eyes, I can see A great big world in front of me. My mind helps me make the right choice To help me find my own voice.
I have realized my past in a nutshell was a storybook of heartbreak, disappointment, sinfulness and
When I was 14, I was told that my name sound "too black."It didn't match my personality.I acted "too white," "not ghetto enough,"As if me being black didn't quite fit into their scripted reality.
When you realize that nothing you do matters to you, take a step back and do something that does. When you see someone struggling, respect them for their effort and thank the earth
Emotional Oblivion
It was tempting, he told you he loved youBut only if his lies, you were able to see through
Endlessly streaming tearsflow from her angelic soul.She reminisces about the pastand how death took its toll. Patiently awaiting strengthfrom God’s almighty hand.She misses her baby boythat died from Holy command. His soul, God took itand, his sou
Five things you just won't believe  This man did something so shocking so he could achieve This terryfing picture of a cat will make you have questions Wait, first, may I make a suggestion? 
{In this galaxy, you may not recognize yourself, be careful where you whisper, and who you ask for help. If the moonflash makes you ignite, while raindrop kisses fall,
Life is a gift  a gift which is right  only by divine right  so throught out your life  hopefully you are taught right  because life can be so bright  but it can also be blight
What does our future really have in store for us? Is life still going to be this endless circle of trials Or
These tears that I have cry every night
My day passes me by while I worry 
I walked with her to the beach Her beauty can be compared to the reflection of the sun off the moon;
Lies and lies upon a lie Every single time I try.
America look at you.
         Accommodation. This word and its overall concept belongs to the family of positively connoted words. Most people like accommodations.
It was dark and crowded. It smelled like cigarrettes and desperation. If one more man looks at me like I am an entree, I think i will explode. I tell them I have a boyfriend.  I tell them I am a lesbian.
Howard Hugh heals his heart. Engaging in music is the start.   Listening to music Is like candy,
The light of a candle will flicker   The brush of a boomstick will sweep
What makes me tick         When I look into her eyes I understand what must be done. When I look into her eyes I see the truth. When I rock her to sleep I know what I must do.
Their words could crush the world to dust, but they crush me instead. For each word is an acute blade that cuts my skin. Constantly stabbing me as saliva from their filthy mouths sting my open wounds. 
For years my thoughts were silent Trapped in the matrix of my mind The only resolve, a pen on paper Hoping to leave my past behind. Having no idea how to share myself With the people surrounding me
It makes my mind go tick tick tick thinking of the things that will make it swift the only thing to get me out my futures what its all about
I was once told that if you love someone that you must set it free, Especially if you are being affected because self assertiveness is the key, It is only important that you love yourself enough to let go,
You threw me away like a grain of sand,  Carried astray by the winds at hand. All for what?  Your own self-righteous gain; Hopes that you've preserved your precious treasures of today?
I've realixed that when it comes to life, everything and everyone in it has an imperfection. A slight misunderstanding that the universe as a whole compels to call a fatal flaw that keeps life at its best, from perfection.
I ain't doin this to gain fame. Malc got me thinking about changing  my last name. This shit to the man must be a game. Can't even say white man now cause the presidents gotta black face.
I'm not Harvard materialI'm not a straight A studentI'm not a person with a name up on a wallI'm just a kid who has been trying to figure out what it all meant
  For nineteen years I have endured life on this Earth, Day in and day out I try to find my worth, Now it's time to take some responsibility,
Growing up,  Going to the next stage.  Going here, going there, Where am I really going?  The path ahead lies in darkness I can't solve the puzzle.  Can we know everything? I want to know, 
Is it not great?
They tell me to be different To stand up for what’s right But they never deem to visit While I cry through the night  
Going into college; was a new begining. I was scared yet nervous Anything was possible.   Nothing turned out, the way I pictured it. Everything was different.
I am 16 years old I contradict an adult
What makes me cryYet makes me want to try   What makes me need sleepYet with joy makes me leap   What makes me bleedYet makes me feel freed  
Great is God's faithfulness. No more does worry knock on the door because God knows all that is in store. He will be there through every storm; his Word will stay to keep you warm.
I wake up in the morning. It's six o'clock and I'm yourning. I get up out my sheets trying to scavenge something to eat then I gotta brush my teeth. since i ain't in a rush I wait for the bus
From Europe to the US without knowing the English language I’ve fought my way through by studying hard and showing those heartless people who thought I’d never amount to anything sharp,
I am not soft like porcelain I am all sharp edges and corners I am endlessly rough.
  I see you two everywhere
Broken tears and promises. Dominant pain and damages.
If you had a word to describe me
The words stung
t is in the process of
The Sky
Growing up without you,
When you find that your at the end of your life What legacy will you have left behind,  Would you have left behind lives filled with joy or hearts weighed down with strife. What will it be worth,
I'm abandoned, Not a stuffed teddy bear left in a foreclosed house trapped in the back of a dusty closet
Searching the world,
It seems that many have forgotten what social anxiety truly is... So let me explain how it is taking over my life. I'm spending my summer working at my mom's office, she tells me everyday to talk to people.
I think of it Often That urgency No longer dormant under my skin Pushing me to action Like a solstice Holding its breath Begging me along for the ride
The fids are screaming for breakfast I can do that There’s homework still to do I can do that Need to finish next months’ budget I can do that Wait, still need to clean the loo I can do that
Education is the topic of my conversation Obtaining it and using it are my motivation
I'm finding my way, through all the mean things people say.
God. People. Pain. Disbelief. Hell. Decisions. Sin. Why hell? Death. Love. Judgement. Satan versus God. Souls. Powers. Glory. Win or loos? Pain. Pure souls. Why can't God have every soul?  Or does he? Pain. Hell. Power. Death. Sin. Shame. Sex.
I get it No really, I get it, I swear It’s fun to let go and drink away all your cares I can’t say I haven’t - I’ve been there, done that Poured, slammed, chased, and laughed
Be powerful, be brave, be courageous! May your voice reach all of the nations! Help the world become a better place, be the change that you want to see in the world. Let the seas shine within your eyes and live deeply within the divine!
How Dare You
It’s quite ignorant of you to think we’re all ignorant on purpose. Yes, we do know there are many different variations of things in the world,
A room teeming with ideas, Where objects litter the floor, Along my miraculous haven. Where find is to lose, And lose is to find, That is the way of the things in My Room.
Life is something i find myself thinking, yet i don't have much of an inkling, of what i might really be thinking. My thoughts sway and shift, dwell and jump, yet never stop. Life is a universe,
The world lays around me begging for touch
  Standing on our two feet Living without regret or defeat. We are what Rory the roman  will wait a thousand years for a woman.  We are those who will rise to greatness,
I'm tired but I can't sleep I'm hungry but I can't eat I'm awake but I can't think I'm sad but I can't cry I'm weak but I can't give in I'm scared but I can't run I'm free but I can't fly
Am I alive? I seem to be but is this really me? Am I real? The others see me, but i may just be a reflection, an illusion, of what might really be. Maybe this is a dream
What makes me tick? What forces my mind to click?    Being treated as a second. Never first, never respected. I don't see color but hearts.
Abused freedom. What has this country become ? Looking around. Abandon & filth is all that I found. What Happened ? From colorful, joyful, musical, Hopeful,
What the hell is wrong with you?Don’t you know I’m beaten and blue?Leave me alone.I’ve done nothing to you.
to start a letter no one knows, this generation has yet learned to grow in love, or simplicity, to be of what used to be,
Can you picture yourself as a child with dreams long ago As children we were able to see treehouses as castles and the floor as hot lava stones Now all grown up what have we really come to understand 
I have awoken From the slumber that has Trapped the billions. Enlightened - by chance - Seeing what they do not, Feeling what they ought to,
I wrote a list of all my dreams
Poems are useless for those who aren’t writers
Waking up old and gray, Looking to the othe side of my bed wih no one there. No one to kiss good morning, No one to kiss good nght. No one to tell me they love me, No one for me to say it back to.
Warmth all to your toes Like a cozy cup of tea A blanket of sleeves     (poetry slam tag)  speak your mind slam
The Other Me   Happiness (adjective) Feeling pleasure or joy It’s the perky energetic kid that has
Greyscale. Life in technicolor is too                                 Overwhelming. Vivid descriptions Of encryptions Designed to make the host oblivious To the afflictions
We see you, the ones who think your unseen, yes you,not just the outside you,but the inside you the one that tries to hide, you think we don't understand or know how you feel,
As a child,  it is the outside world, the unknown, that pushed me forward. Time seemed infinite, flowing endlessly in my own bubble. Never a worry nor care,
Everyday we try and find a new reason to stay. Passing train signs that promise us a way out of our own minds Trying to skip boulders as if small stones, We take refuge in our sleep, We let our eyes close.
Everyone has dreams to make it for their familes get of the hood to live good well some people was born into this world with a sliver spoon in their mouth
God's breath of fresh air envelopes All with his warm hands The frosty steel shackles Shatter The gentle swaying and rustling and chirping are the only children of the star now
Brothers and sisters, cousins and friends, Are the only ones who will truly stay till the end Say what you want, and say what you will, We both know that they are the ones there still  
Butterflies in my stomach as I watch him.  
Behind these white walls are secrets. Drifting souls wonder alone oblivious to each other.  Days so bleak they blend unclearly with one another.
The slumbers of night to me,
When we ask where are all the jobs all we get are government lies The jobs are there, you didn't go to college now are you suprised? when we ask why does a man get paid more than I do All I get is work harder and faster
It's like I'm in this horrible fucking nightm
I’m, okay, I’m okay, I’m okay. Say it enough times and you might start to believe it. You don’t understand, you don’t understand, you don’t understand. Say it too many times
You can never fail.
Would it be beautiful, the vibrations on my skin? Without my face, my lips, my colored eyes, or soft-hearted vulnerability? I've crossed you off my list, and I've sang your face away,
From the paperback pamphlet, to the leather-bound tome,
    The air isn’t heavy with words You can talk of the clouds in the sky But what are you really saying You are wasting my time   The right kind of company The dazzling city streets
Broken and bleeding Left on the floor My Daddy doesn't care about me anymore. He screams and he yells And he calls me bad names, The first time it happened I thought we were just playing a game.
    Anger doesn’t live across the sea, Nor among the rare breeds of humanity Because Anger creeps beneath the trees,
Speak out what's on your mind Tell the world just how you feel Don't hold it in ... let it out Let it go ... it's not big deal.   How you feel is part of you Don't just hold your feelings in
If you ask me what makes me tick then I'd have to tell you I don't tick, I tock And if you aserted I was to pick I'd simpy laugh and decide not   If you asked me to fall in line
I must learn to be content, With being happier then I deserve. I've been slowly moving through this labyrinth, The twisting and turning is getting on my nerves.   And I've been waiting,
Dear Anonymous Person, Read  this right now, Your worth isn't determined by your grades, your weight, your beauty is infinite, immeasurable like the famous lemniscate. So forget all the hate.
If my Head is up there a part of  the clouds, then let the words that come out my Mouth,  be the first droplets of a Storm.   Storms can flood towns,  clearing away rust and rubble
I'm sick and tired of being inspired but not being able to share The world's a blank page for we the few thinkers to write upon So maybe if I'm right than this world needs teachers
                                                                  I Am Me by Jesus R.   -Who are you?   I am me. -What about them? I dont care who they are, what they do. 
Some of the most moving moments in life Are when we are are sitting on our couches Snug in our beds
Love is not a box of chocolates,
What happened to being young, wild, and free? Whoever said growing up was easy. What happend to the life without worries and responsibilities? Oh, to go back to those endless days of youth. 
Seagull poop: It is goop. Run for cover! The birds, they hover.
The thing that gets me confused is when i see us being used Not from our counterparts but from the things we do Never good but bad it seems we strive for nothing far But rather just for the most veiws on WorldStar
A drop in the ocean A stitch in a quilt A sprout in a field   We are small We are simple We are important   We make up a mass Size is insignificant   
One word, one minute, one second  Of courage. All we want is one word. One word in a world so worried with what they'll think One word.   One word for those who hurt us. 
there's been enough poems written about beauty that by now you'd think we'd get it   by now you'd think that somewhere between the eloquent words and passive-agressive statements something would have changed
For four years you have lied to me and told me I was important you had me thinking i was your main priority instead, i wasn't even number three baseball came first, as always and then it was your video games
Trust   Trust will end your life. I don’t believe It’s a confidence and It’s between one another.
You're going to leave a mark on this earth,  Weather it's on your tombstone  Or your way of living!
The flames molest me
So often that time is hard, And leaves no place to stay What rest does it give For those whose lives take crooked roads?  What respites does it give To those whose hearts it has broken?
Stars appear and bring-
They say money can't buy happiness
Today we talked. Not about what had happened. We talked about random things. We laughed. I smiled. I never thought i would be able to laugh and smile around you again. But i did.
I'm living in obscurity, I live with insecurities, My flaws have clouded my vision Now I'm blinded by imperfection. I'm on the outside looking in Cause I don't meet society's qualifications,
My heart, my mind and my soul It's hurting me to even let this show. Giving up was never an option for me but obstacles in my way wouldn't  allow me to see.
My last dream was a dream about you. When I close my eyes all I can see feel and hear is you In this dream noeven the sun pating day could braketelog conversation or bodies share We were two souls embedded into one
She's a beautiful soul And yet she does not know
The wind refreshes my feeble body, My wrist and ankles restrain my movement, For my spirit I have no custody, To my dreadful state no acknowledgment, My fellow warrior perseverance
The time has come! My mind races as I wait to see that curtain rise. The one thing that makes me free to be whoever I wish and no one can judge me.
The old and the brokenAre out-spoken though never heardNo one sees they're out-goin'When they're un-brokenAre they old and broken?Or are they young and miss-spoken?
Ha, you really want to know what makes a girl like me TICK
You were so beautifulthe world just couldn’t stand itthey had to destroy youbecause anything that beautiful must be brokenand they did exactly thatyou thought it was your fault
My footsteps are a snare drum, beating with every step I take. Violins hum when I open my eyes. And when I look at you, a blare of tumpets make me joyfully deaf So all I can see is you In all your simple beauty.
There’s a girl out there. There’s more to this girl then just a pretty face. An image beautiful on the outside, but one that feels worn on the inside from the stares of inquisitive spectators…processed output…fake smiles…
A lot of people wonder  They want to know what makes me tick.  I take them by the hand and gently I tell them Just follow me as I lead you into the world of Vic.
Hands steady,
We are the youth and we should know we want things to be more than now. A knowledge sleeps in the cracks of our knuckles and the straightness of our backs not just that things must change,
Things running around inside
Because when I was a small girl, my daddy,
  Dear Friend 
It's so Sad
When i was young, they all thought i was going to succeed Always compared, whenever my sisters were there All of the pressure that caused me to bleed Once i failed, i knew it was too good to be true
A slave to my own feelings
Who are you? No but seriously, who? You think you know me but you really don't. You should get off your high horse but i know you won't. I can't take a step without your watchful eye;
You can be who you want
Looking down in distress Can't find a way out Darkness too repressed I only want to shout   Light in the valley
There are times like these
A mind is a beautiful thing to waste With this reality I'm often faced Seconds tick by at an alarming rate Reminding me of my mind's fate TV, noise, dead end job All seem to make my head throb
This is my American nightma
A race against time The pressure building upon me As I complete the assignment moments before Procastination is my charm Working its magic as the gears turn in my head like a race car's engine
What's that thing walking down the hall looking like a plastic Barbie doll everything about her is completely fake That's looking on the outside in that's looking on the outside in of the Gossip Queen
Devour. Ingest.
One brown paper bag. It all started with one brown paper bag Against the charcoal of Mother Africa And the sandpaper of Nefertiti, And the rift grew into a canyon. The cocoa-drenched emperors
So I, like so many others, have been asked to spew forth the thoughts and workings of our brains, to pick apart how we tick, how we function, how we create, and explain:
I am not invisible. I am not inhuman. I am not nonexistant, or abnormal, or damaged, or broken, or whatever you might want to call me. Because I, I am a human being,
     Why was I there, why was I afraid. Smoke and fog filled my mind. It felt like an old factory operarting in my head. I could almost hear the rusty gears shift in my head. Sweat raced down my fingertips like oil dripping from a giant robot.
When the sun goes down, and the moon rises high, When the fire flies glow under a deep starry night, Life surges through my soul, Here I am playing another role to keep people from getting hurt,
      The smoke curls in the air. It flows up and up and up. It shakes hands with the stars, and tickles the moon. Up and up and up it goes. It is weightless and is always floating.
We love to hate but hate to love everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up we pour ourselves into our jeans  trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
Shy. Insecure, Embarrased Unconfident She glares at the two piece shimmery white bikini, hanging up on the wall It called out to her It was beautiful.
A jolt of electricity runs through my body, the feeling of a petite seizure. The thought of doing whatever I please engulfs me,
The apple equals the entire poem.
Aggressive, Unpredictable, Violent... attacking people on the streets, hurting newborns in their sleep, almost as if I'm a creep! I never meant to hurt you, but that's what society expects me to do,
We all strive to be such a thing,Beautiful. But we look in the mirror, We study our image, It becomes more flawed, We are eaten alive by our desire, beauty.  
The night creeps on my blackened heart with a viscious roar The violet clouds of confession bringing a familiar piercing pain As the rain begins to fill my soul with sorrow and tears, the flash of hope fades
Sometimes I wake up and I wonder is it alright to be this “me”?  
The storm rages on outside my window, and I can't seem to find the calm.   Can you save me? These walls are not enough. The rain is seeping in, and I'm looking for an end.  
It is dangerous to underestimate the value of this life.  It is dangerous to belittle the opportunities to overcome strife. Life is fragile. When it is lost, it is hard to know how to respond.
There is no peace There is no joy Only darkness The blood stains the walls
I live in the world of Photoshop, Weightwatchers, and Covergirl. I live in the country of painted faces, trendy clothes, and manicured lawns. I live in the school of shaved legs, dyed hair, and braces.
Let’s do some math. If I choose to dorm at XY Hall, the price will be 18k for both semesters combined. But that's way too expensive.
I feel too deeply, I feel too much. Empathy, Sympathy, Affinity... Whatever this curse is called. I put forth so much effort into loving you, Into loving every form of precious life that surrounds me,
How many time must one fall 5, 6, maybe 50 times before giving up
  Abused Never More Never look into your eyes, don't talk to anyone, stay at home at all times,
it was in my viens and in my bones deep in the marrow of soul, you sat and wept  about all the things that you kept  so bottle up and inside, but as you sat in my heart and bones
Eyes gaze Deeper, Breath gets heavier Lustful thoughts have arisen, Uncontrollable urges appear.
The insecurites felt by woman all around easily outweigh the blank smiles on their faces. Walking the streets, car keys in hand, finger almosts pressing the panic button just in case. Scared. Worried. Panic. Called Paranoid.
The Power Of  Education I take time to read everything, a book, a rap, a rhyme,
I had a man who sang me songs,each strum on his guitar echoedin my mind each night before Islept in coral reefs, how hebelieved my hair was a silvermoon melting within water.
Seven Billion people. With over 200,000 births every day. How are we supposed to know who we will be?
The ocean mirrors midnight sky, barely brushing our toes. I whisper words I want to write beneath your skin, my violent delight.   I lay by you on the moistened sand,
Well I live down on the beach,next to the green Florida Sea.I like to dig my toes in the sand,sipping some sweet ice tea.  My red lips can rock your world,I’ll have you down on your knees.
If i could turn back time
Starssmall punctured holes,silk floating in velvettwinkling.   We humans watch,wonder,and wait in aweas one shoots by – we wish.  
The road before her,It goes left and right,Making bends way too tight.She imagines her hips,Nothing like this road.Those thoughts begin to unload.Again they haunt her,
I have spent the day Hunkered in my little house Tinkering at my little hobbies Getting my usual work done. With a standard scrub at my teeth I watch the sun head down Before hunkering down to bed.
Stunned but quite Laughing but hurt Because I am tied to humanity and humanity is suffering
My life story will not be about what I wore or how much money I have  or even how much you like me  I am more than the money, or the job, or the lifestyle you think I live I write my own story 
Lay me down in a field of wild flowers, Take me away with your magical powers. To a place where there is no pain, To a place where there is no hurt. A place where I can be free,
One year we were children, With dreams and hope, The next we're adults, Who have sex and smoke.
Watching. Observing.  Searching. My eyes scan the room, Noticing each detail.
Darkness engulfs me as I sit among the silence,The stalwart panging emotion of vagrance.This feeling so strong stinging me like a bee,Desperation seeming to overwhelm me. Anxiety discovers a path to my brain,
Sleepy with the summertime,
Hate This disgusted feeling  For another human being So wicked For a man who didn't mean a damn thing If you want love honey, go love yourself But instead you chose to spread your legs
A brain washing system In which we are expected to conform Do the same as thy neighbor Follow the rules But if you dare to break these ongoing expectationsYou will be silenced  
It's time to go to another place far away  far away from here 'cuz I'm struggling trying to keep my head straight  but I can't 'cuz you keep stressin' me I'ma go, I'm gonna leave  'cuz this ain't good
Is blue, blue? Or do you see a different hue? Do we all see a different color known by one name? Or do we all see just the same?   How can you say blue is blue, When she see's green too?
I fear to dream like to fear to breathe, Asking to much of the gods above,  Becasue when I dream I reach it, But sadly I can't keep it,  Like rays that shine through a window,
A certain awareness is rushing through my blood A cold, chilling awareness Yet, it brings peace, comforts Maybe you resemble the torment of my soul and this is where I find peace The rain will end
A boy walked through the woods he found something no boy should. The boy found his father, his father was doing something no father should be doing.  His father was looking for the love 
Paying for college A daunting and stressful task To improve my life
Slaughter Natural birthright Human apathy, indifferent Your dinner: tortured souls Murder
I am women Stronger then a rock But softer then a feather I can withstand anything and everything From slavery to women rights and the typical stereotypes I am women
Tap, tap, my foot hovers the gas. One way road, Too illegal to pass. Take off your cruise control mode.   It's forty five, You swerve to the right,
What are you thinking you silly little girl who are you trying to fool i replied
  That girl sitting two rows in front of you? Yes, the one with the short skirt and the tight shirt.
Why can a man walk free down the street, without a care in the world, and a pep in his feet? But a woman must  leer, must live in a constant fear that a man's touch or sneer 
The Kansas sun slowly burns out, melting into the plains like a cigarette butt fades int
Clothe The
Clothe The
You're asking me to write a poem with intentions to get in my head. While most mornings I can barely get myself out of bed. Even though days get tough I give them my all.
What is something we can never understand? What is greater than all things? How can something be created from nothing? What created all things? The living God. But where is the evidence he exists?
“We each have a niche in this universe,
All the days you went in sick All the teachers you put up with All the sleep you lost doing homework all night All the tries it took to finally get the answer right  
For I am the child of my Father
I am Nothing but a child. I am Unworthy to be heard. The adults, they scream words be Quiet Fix your hair Know the, Time, Place.  
White walls Instead of white sand   Rushing Instead of relaxing   Walking Instead of swimming   School  Instead of the Bahamas
The halls in my head Wind deep. Walls of doors That hide the information I categorize and compartmentalize, In an attempt to establish some illusion Of logic In this thing we call,
I walk on a Sunday afternoon in 2013. I walk to the store candy and a lil bit of ice T. I walk wondering who this man is behind me. I walk till I can't walk no more and I run  I run and I run.
I have recently discovered a profound feeling. A feeling like no other, A feeling I never knew could be experienced.   Though it may be spontaneous,  I enjoyed the feeling,
Stressed out, Can't breath, Barely a thought, I can conceive. If not one thing, It's the other, Life is, beginning  to smother. I might be drowning, I don't know,
Hope neither of the dark or the light but rather something in between. Providing dreams for some and infatuations for others.
To me,
Lady Luck, often spoken of but never heard, often felt but never seen. She drifts among the shadows as the people walk in the light. Placing her hand here and there, changing outcomes everywhere.
There she goes What does her life show She is happy and she smiles But when she goes home, it only lasts for a while
Dear parent,
My hair is thick,
A few months ago I was engaging in such intellectual activities as perusing cat videos when I discovered a quite vast selection of blog posts written by twenty-somethings that catalogued a trip to El Salvador, or Bangladesh, or Pakistan, or some
Time is my fear I feel like I’ll never get enough of it I fear not knowing and knowing too much My time goes by in a melodious pace, with a whimsical note and a riveting tick, but is that enough?
Turbulent veins Ancient toxins flowing
Living in a single floor home in a place called Chiraq
I've got Iraqi in my eyes Love in my heart Islam in my soul And if I die tonight, that's how I wanna go you see, I'm done with this cruel world And the death tolls
Draped in gold, you stand to fall,  but that doesnt stop you from standing tall. You think you're better than the rest,  you're looking at me as if your trying your best. 
This matter makes me cringe My heart I feel it dies When she believes the magazines page after page of lies   Her body is a metal so precious she beholds worth more than money or compliments
Can you see school on the mind, or that life comes fast, for a student to find, friends made to last, each new day there is someone kind,
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
If my brain were a tongue twisterIt would throw you for a loopYou couldn't navigate it even with a mapPointing to the constellations of nerve synapsesEvery pathway is a fork in the roadThat splits into roots
Why does America care so much? It's not their decision, it's the decision of the people getting married. Why are millions of people concerned about two people? It's not  their lives. Then people want to throw in religion?
Kneeling in the pews, I follow suit and pray.As droning envelops 'round me like the sea,
Justice Just ice
I am angry I don't know at what. A pain in my chest and a heat in my head a snap--- just like that and I will scream my fury at you. My mom she says she won't pay for my college
From the heavens to the stars  Forgive us for who we are For we are not as perfect as we may seem  Precious life lost to deferred dreams And we ask ourself is this what God had in store for me?
Mothers not feeding their children , but feeding their habit instead ... Children staying an age forever because life was took to soon ...
From the air we all Draw forth the same breath
Be confident and speak your mindBeing daring says more about you than what you leave behind
I’m a beautiful black girl who’s scared and sad. I feel like an orphan; Where’s my mom and dad? I live with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt.
I’m a beautiful black girl who’s scared and sad. I feel like an orphan; Where’s my mom and dad? I live with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt.
A corrupt government with a ruined economy Supporting citizens who can't support their families, It toys with my mind and gives me headaches And shakes up my brain like violent earthquakes,
Speak my mind, you ask? Be wary. I want to take the road less traveled by. I am absolutely terified that I will follow the same path as everyone else.  I do not want to be a slave to one career
I look up at the night sky and see, the sorrow in your eyes for me. You were here then you were gone. A lost melody in a glorious song. You left me with no choice I shut out the world, I quieted my voice.
Silence  As I sit and stare Thinking how much more can i bare The words that they say torment me day by day Trying to find light in the dark but the words cut through my heart
Hickory dickory dock It's time to check the clock.  The clock struck one It's time for fun,  Hickory dickory dock.    Hickory dickory dock, I can't stop checking the clock. 
Broken promises kind of man I'll do it when I' ready kind of man Thinks he is all that and then some kind of man I wear the pants around here kind of man I'm not obligated to do anything kind of man
I live in my books, 
What makes me tick? Is it the sound of judgeful eyes or the cries of the inner soul Being taken advantage of Or not being appreciated at all The wrong motivation
I'm stressed out
I'm sorry i'm leaving you. It's not my fault. THEY want us to leave and never come back, i'm sorry i wrote on you and still haven't cleaned you you up.
  I put things off   
You know what's funny? We call ourselves Christians but there is no Christ found in ourselves. Bible,Crazy Love, Radical,The Shack and countless books fill up the shelves 
Those who follow me wherever I go… Their faces like porcelain painted black, You say they’re not real, but they are…I know. Their hair is like water without the flow.
He needs his coffee to wake up and his trees to sleep. That cocaine to party and his thizzles to geek. His cigarettes for stress and his heroine when no friends. He needs every drug possible to meet the day's end. 
Never a thought of happiness. In the back of my mind it's known that this smile will leave soon. Forever stuck in an eternity of doom. 
The fear is rising. So high like blood shot red eyes need visine. Just wish these thoughts in my head were a little more enticing. Looking into my brain and amongst my psyche, whatever's in control does this despite me.
I have no voice. My thoughts are dying stars, light-years from our brief contact, Gigabytes stored at stacked at the crux of cerebral cyberspace. Their words are mud and sand. I try to speak;
What's on my mind you ask? Well let's see, Im exhausted Im tired of doing the same day to day, I wanna go out have fun, take a trip Go to the beach, lay in the sand Perhaps a movie or two?
I stand. I stand and my shoulders are squared. I'm facing what some call the unknow. But I know the truth. My eyes are open To reality.  Because in reality, it's Opportunity.  
why are you selecting poems at random? why should i even try? words scrawled in the 2 minutes just to get money could outsshine the words meant to glow like embers at the death of a flame--
  She’s tired of the miles and miles of paperwork that clutter her office like a library who has lost its way she swims and swims attempting to free from the heavy load
Peering through my own eyes Other than your own In one single way
There is a painter Was born in the first day of the last month in 96. She left a home to make many homes. Her job is to draw Draw an autobiography picture.   She is  poor .
I am still The music plays My body moves My arms sway Even though my body is in motion My focus is still
Take a look around. People walk around with smiles on their faces and secrets in their heart.   The girl you just passed on the street wears long sleeves to cover the bruises she gets from her father,
From the moment we're born, we’re told of the power of dreams, From Disney movies, to children’s bedtime tales And as we grow, and we change, and we learn,
My personal stage starts when I wake up I make funny faces in the mirror as I get ready for the day I put the TV on mute so I can quote my own dialogue for the people
Bullies,   They push us around, laugh when we're down
Gay. G. A. Y. G as in "God hates you." A as in "abomination." Y as in "Why haven't you killed yourself yet?"   "There's nothing to be afraid of!" they say "It doesn't matter that you're gay."
Let the fog be whisked away As you step so confidently forth
I am a woman.
Is it okay for my mother to call me names? This pain, I cant take this shit. This shit is really stressing me so I gotta let it out.
Summer makes me want to be lakeside.   The smell of boat exhaust and lake water, Is so familiar, it comforts me so. I miss coming here with you father, I love hiking, but fishing is your favorite, I know.
Some people are simply meant to be together. A woman, unbreakable, always finds happiness. Her personality fiery, her laugh like a feather. “Happiness can be a choice” her best,
Young girl with eyes the color of moss. There are often times she feels lost. "Mommy is sick," They all would say. That was before mommy went away. Did she do something wrong?
“I’ll never be that pretty” All young girls know the line They have repeated it over and over Lost count how many times “How sad.  No young girl should feel this way.” Open your eyes
Green shirt, greener eyes He walks in the room and it's no surprise  The life of the party That smile? It could save me   A voice that could drown out all the rest
The cold water rushes between her toes and she doesn't even flinch. Hell, must be miles away from here in some cracked out dream of unfulfilled expectation.
They can't take your name They can't take your breath They can't take the beat of your heart
Young girls everywhere listen here. Try staying in school without getting pregnant. Try not changing yourself to fit in with the wrong crowd.
As a teenage high school student, it’s reasonable that one thing always on my mind is school Not only school itself, but the lessons school has given to me
I was Young and Wild And I gave you my heart
Red, white, blue a child's boo hoo what makes me move? a warm summer breeze the sun, between the trees what makes me breathe? the sand between my toes a sneeze caught in my nose
When I was little, I wanted to talk, and  then I wished I could see, and then I wished I could run as fast as the other kids in PE. Later on, I wanted to be thinner, taller, stronger. 
Don't tell me to embrace my curves Until you've been 14 years old  getting felt up by guys with beards   And you know what it's like to be used for physical pleasure 
I think I have met you in another life; For the way your smile lights up your eyes Seems all too familiar
RejectionWanting a dreamLonging for what is not easily possessed DeterminationSeeing the imaginable futureA solvency of a teachable past
Am I supposed to believe that you're going to be a lawyer when  you spend more money on shoes than books? And that you're going to be a doctor because you spend a lot of times with girls but can only navigate matters below the waist.
Music is my high, Soda is my drink. Sugar is my ecstasy, Laughter is my drunkenness. Comedy is my anti-drug, Strobe lighting is my LSD. Dreaming is my hallucinogen.  
there is no freedom you can't speak you can't learn you can't dress  you can't live  what you do is not up to you but to them  go to school  get a job  have a family and no in-between 
In my mind are gears, Turning, Shifting, Spinning. Grinding together in one smooth motion, creating an imagination.   They turn as if run by a ghost, but it's not true.
Wake Up, Work, Repeat. Everyone around us living on a schedule,
1: eat, sleep, poop, repeat. 
Before I knew you I knew i didn't want one of you before I knew you I knew I didn't have a clue once we decided to make you I knew I would love you once we made you I already loved you
Girls these days are blinded. Blinded by society. No thigh gap? Too fat. Ribs showing? Too skinny. You must have an hourglass figure To be considered "pretty". The media only portrays
Stupidity is what makes me tick Or maybe it's the way people spit Everyone expects you to be better than the last You want me to get straight A's and be top of my class Now that I think about it that's not it
I hear the pressing and sound, Of the universe milling around. I draw myself further in, To avoid joining them.   To be still. To shrug off the stress. To move at my will
Cry little girl.Run and hide.Huddle back into your trenchesWhere the voices lieAnd tell youThat it's safeTo sleep.
Your body is a temple- And I have burned mine to the ground too many times to count. I have slashed it and scarred it and bruised it and marred it, And tried to break the bones of this battered flesh home.  
Lost in desperation, I am constantly searching for inspiration, Seeking motivation, I need a little persuation to keep me in the mindset I was rasied in. As I look in the mirror I'm staring at the enemy,
Affirmative Action to help correct discrimination affirmative
She calls me every morning, putting a smile upon on my face She is the one She makes my heart melt when I make her smile, laugh, and happy
You want to pretend I want to pretend too. Let’s go back sometime and jump double Dutch without shoes.
Simple, fun, and full of life, playing through even the most tough of times. A child's voice the most lovable sound, lyrics not needed to want to turn it up loud. Close your eyes, sit back, and listen closley,
It's funny how we become wrapped up  In these  Little.
Why is it a bad thing my parents went to school got jobs, worked hard, they didn't fool around and around I go searching high and low for money   Schools don't care you're a number
In a modern tone of day and
From the winds of country and war, An elfin body drapes fruits from branches that bore. Loving tenderly and nourishing to each,
She looked at her, And hated what she saw. She looked at her hair And hated the way it wasn't as long as other girls'. She looked at her stomach, And hated the way it wasn't flat like other girls.
Poverty is that thing that really makes me tick,
Creativity on my fingertips
We all are just as we've always been Forever imperfect Eternally eager Simply cynical Lustfully Loving Frequently forgetting to Forgive For we all Are Indeed Just People
Since I was a little girl my parents told me, "save. Save your pennies, save your nickels, save everything you've made. Put it in your piggy bank or in the savings account.
Dear Future,I want to take time to say this nowBefore things get too complicated andI don't have time to sayThat I'm glad you turned outAs you should'veAmazing and fulfillingFILLED
I hold within me, the answer to Everything within me is a reminder of How much do I love thee? That word speaks volumes. Turn up the love, turn down the Confusion. Illusions of our supposed
When I woke up from laying in the fresh cut grass.The fresh mowed lawn.T
I miss you. Coming over with that damn cigarette in your ear. Telling me all the info, all the stuff I wanna hear. Listening to my "boy problems" and giving me advice
What makes me tick Tock Like a clock Or like being poked with stick?   Being annoyed With people making no sense Keep talking nonsense Wanting to be in a void  
We fall in love by our senses. By the way he smell so good where you can still smell him after he has left the rom.
I'm sorry teacher, I didn't do my homework because Life is pointless I'm sorry people, I'm gonna miss you so much but
Tick Tock
Like Napoleon My brain is unstoppable 1v1 me IRL
If you appreciate my culture, As much as you claim, You should know   Your disgusting Urban Outfitter’s shirt Desecrates My God’s name.   A sacred image Against
When darkness takes over, Our nightmares come to life.  Who's time will end next? A mere roll of the dice. Fate is a religion for those who hate chance. But be it random or precise,
If I shut my eyes tight enough will I disappear? Can I seal them shut with all of my tears? Forgiveness not wthin any of your bones. Screaming, thrashing accusing, Condescending tones.  
People Are Dying People Are Gaining Power And Its All Ignored
The late night half lit incandescent bulbs when sleep is synonymous  with the detestable scum scraped off the shoe laying on the floor mate under the bed
When I was in third grade, My dad got me confused with my brother and called me “son,”
Words that never escape your lips The cheeks you’ll never kiss The fantasy of bliss You’ll never see
I still feel their hands when I sleep Often times I wake with a leap My breath constricted in a silent plea While my hands scramble for my lover to hold me   I hear too many jokes about someone being raped
I remember that promise I made to you Back when we met at this prestigious school I said that I will carry you through
I'm sorry but I've got to go The times come for m tleave It's pleasant here though  I just can' believe
Play me on a beat I'm real. I am your inner heat.   Let me slide, let me sing, let me ring.   Alive like your ninety nine rolling like butter. the knife, cutting through your mind.  
It didn't have to be this way They are always part of the problem I could have avoided another backstep If only it weren't for them I didn't need to have more trouble piled on I should have kept my distance
"What were you wearing?" "What were you drinking" All questions asked to a rape victim. Never, "Are you okay?" "How do you feel?"
Do you ever just sit and think...
Go ahead, think of me as different,  Alien, strange I know there's something wrong with me Because I say things like "post-adolescent idealistic phase"  and my words seldom feature slang
It was a normal day  Except for the clouds Blocking the sun I was sitting in my room Texting someone, A friend He wanted to chill I said cool beans 
Dancing on the ceiling seems a powerful feat To lose and gain control with your feet, with your mind, with you heart All I want to do is start I've been sitting so long and thinking I'm wrong and...  
Kites are in sight in mid summ
My fingers tell a story as they run Sprinting across the paper
I am what I am.
I Lost My Self Esteem
Some say love is a form of art  I tend to disagree.  Art comes with inspiration,  love means losing greed.  Seeing art is proof,  but in love you only need to believe.
Love me for me & who i want to be Not for who you want me to be  Take for for who I am & if you dont  I DONT GIVE A DAMN If you want to change me  You gone have to find another sister
As lIfe continued, I realized on thing in my life that was missing. People. I was alone. Why does lonliness wrap around one like a blanket, When you are surrounded by a sea of faces? Who am I,
I am obsessive,
She was ha
Some women just don't appreciate what they have You are the epitome of what a woman needs I mean there are many woman that say they don't need a man Clearly they just haven't met the right guy
It was a day the Lord made; the day this little raven came to be. Such grace and strength had he. He yearned for the day--his day-- when he could finally fly free.   All the courage in the world
You know it happens. Something or someone just has to say the wrong thing. It all goes down from there. There is no way back. They just keep talking like they don't notice. They don't care they just hurt me.
Yo, My pops hit the intersection, with his leathal weapon On my mother with a birth out of pure unintention And I understand regression, a deep misconception
We werent created weak with able body and mind.  Blessed with the power to think an obligation to stay alive.  Controll we strive to seek  some find it more than others.  Mankind is an only child 
Emotions that are undefinable, Thoughts that are indescribable. They seem to eat away at my happiness.
The ink in my skin is like blood in my veins.  I want more.  I want to engrave emotions in my flesh. I want my feelings to be permanent, my motivations eternal. 
Swimming deep, drowning quickly light from the surface dimming with each passing second though I can still look into your eyes and as I look into your eyes, our lips collide, it feels divine.  
From the ashes, we rise like Kings. From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs. WIth each broken brick we build a home. Our fate is made in our blood and stone. You may take our bodies,
I am a whisper   I am the wind, gently blowing on a tall strand of grass   I am the silence in between  words and glances   I am
  break me down.  please, i’m begging you. 
She's the one who cries to sleep at night.
Thoughts, opinions, ideas Circulate through the world. Everyone has them- Young children,  "I wanna go to the park today!" Teenagers, "I wish we had less homework!" And adults, 
When the oasis dries And desert sands thrive, Will the lost sheep receive its drink of water?   And when bandages kill
Behind this smile I will hide the things beneath that bubble, Scourging the very heart of me that tries not to crumble. You’ll always see the bliss and glee but never any pain,
Rain... Crashing overhead and drowning me... The desire to run burns strong... To get away... To go someplace safe... I would if i had wings.   Quake..
Young Souls, Can't you see the situation that you're in? Or perhaps you enjoy smothering in sin? Star crossed by all the cash flowing in, Perplexed by all these fast women. Mama crying in her bed at night
I have been told Poetry is metaphor, So you should probably use more of them. So instead of stating blatantly what I feel, I should use my knowledge of language to cover up
7 billion people walk this Earth Each with a dozen faces They say "7 billion people, 14 billion faces" But it's more like 21 billion, at least A face for the mama, a face for the friend
Tonight as I lay awake in my bed
You shot me. You put your hand up, brought it up, and let it out. You shot me. You spat and screamed and let it out. Don’t run form what you’ve done. You’ve injured this woman.
What is this world? A place where a test dictates all where if you can read fast you can live at ease and all your schooling is paid in full but am I given that luxury even though
Maybe I'm misunder
Once upon a time I knew It was obivous clear, perfectly understandable I knew so strongly that it was all I could see It was the only option Then  I suddenly didn't
What is this? Nothing comes to mind. All there is just unjust and so called “justice”.
I write words simple sayings and annunciated actions I speak for myself For those too quiet to even whisper For those who've been sick In the mind or sick In the body
Heart breaking Shattered life All alone Where is.... No love One lost No faith Broken dreams Why me? Who cares! Dark rooms Locked up Life's ended Even though
Where am I? The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask. Let me out. I can barely breathe. I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
When you have one life to liveIt seems pointless to worryPointless to run andAlways be in a hurry. -
Why do people insist on doing things their own way? Why are we condemned to be what society sees as fit and just? Too many people follow along the paved path Too many condemn themselves to society's restrictions
Only the unloved and unnatural hate... It is a house not a home That very same house that made my home the same
Feeling like a loser My neighbor is a boozer Been used alot of times I feel like a user People spittin out my name like they know it Crossing the line to the end then it's over
A Human A Man
Here you go again. Another bottle in your hand. Barely conscious, I doubt you can hear this. You're better than this. You're making yourself sick. What have you become?
Another girl with a pretty face Trying to get away so she changes her pace She begins to run the race of life hoping she can succeed She only hopes he can fufill her needs In an alleyway behind her house
I  am the same inside.
This is bad I feel like I’m slipping. Back down the dark hole of no return. I don’t know how many more times I can do this. And manage to claw my way back up. 
She feels horrible about it. Really, she does. So she clicks the share link.
I've never been anyone's first Or even anyone's secondEveryday gets worseNo one wants to listenI put a smile on my face before I walk out the doorDon't want them to see how much it burns 
there's a window in my room through it I see my neighbor and he's got an old dog and they read together on the porch and sometimes he cries which is odd, but okay   in the produce department
Why does he talk so white? They ask with such confusion, such disdain, such arrogance  As if the color actually gripped him by the throat Poor kid, he wants to be a businessman during his better years
Tell me why we killing each other.Talki
Do you ever wonder where it all came from?How it all got here...What "It" is, exactly.
Does anyone remember the days when they said "People in college go crazy and party hard"? Well it seems they forgot to mention the person that gets lost in the shuffle-
Science? Physics? How about engineering? They make a lot of money! They need women in those fields! But I dont care for those fields Why do something you dont even love? Oh, the money
Brother versus brother. Fields stained with blood. Father versus son. Soulless corpses of young and old.
They say not to wear your heart on your sleeve, You can't ever patch up your heart, it always seems to seep back. No matter how hard you try to bandage the wound, Its bound to bleed through.
The rain is pure droplets of pain Of the fallen the weak the lame And those whom have failed. The rain is beads of sweat from those who strive.
The aches squeals and moans Come across the window pane Yet it still stands firm? The wretched winds and treacherous storms Come across the window pane Yet it still stands firm.
Sweat seems to seep out With bitterness and  burning As it slithers down and  air So sweet burns just the same as if  tiny jewles and crystals line my throat dry
Ever been woken up, by screaming and fighting? One yelling from across the room, can't sleep in peace without silence. All my surroundings sound voilent. That's what ticks me off most, when one is disturbing the peace being annoying the most.
I would change the way people look at me because I'm not skinny, or pretty, or a lighter skin tone I would change the way people look at me because I speak my mind
I don't rhyme, and I certainly don't reason.  I don't like pasta or milk, I don't want to hold your hand, Or talk about feelings.   I am not pretty or ugly, Or jealous or smart,
Some words: abominable. becoming. abscond.
  At times I feel such anger and animosity. I let time pass and it will dissipate into guilt and disappointment.
  My mind wanders to the night that still seems blurry, “No one has to know,” he whispered “but I don’t want to,” I thought the words failed to escape my mouth I was trapped in my own thoughts.  
My mind, is a blank canvas, covered in words. It ticks like a clock, giving me the time of imagination, to live my world, the way I dream it to be.   The words pour from the music, 
     I w
About 90% of my life was wasted on trying to make everyone happy, But still i could never satisfy many, Countless times i changed my person, Didnt care who i really was, Everyone around me was a judge,
No, stop, I can’t. These words spew from my mouth like the hot lava that you left under my skin. When you held me down and poured it in. Flesh held tight in your grip, gagging on the flame, hot to the touch
baby you’ve got an erection while i have a urinary tract infection this is not a deflection this is me saying maybe we don’t work at the same time darling
It's hard to forget even harder to forgive. It's hard to forgive someone for hurting you, for inflicting pain on you, for making you shed a tear or two.   It's hard to move on, when you're stuck!
Sitting in a chair, facing forward  I wonder what am I doing here shouldn't I be out in the world? We are stuck in closed rooms We walk down walls plastered in white  I've been here for fourteen years 
Society screams a moaning cry Emotional individuals die Shootings, murders, texting, driving, death sooner, later, nothing will be left innocent children breathe their final breath
She feels them staring at her. The energy it gives off Makes her want to jump out of her skin.
my pencil kissed my paper in quiet determination, as my teacher spoke out- asking, "what is poetry?" A mind like mine mulls over things like this; breathing them in only to spit them out.
What will I do in the future?How will I do it?What am I doing now?
Sometimes there is a struggle, that slight movement when you're trying to be free. But no matter how much you want it, you know that once you're Free you'll still be lost. Looking for a sign,
How Would You Like It     How would you like it If I told you
I come from everywhere, and everywhere is where I am from. But can I eat the whole cookie without leaving a crumb? I am my mother and my father put into one. My favorite color is purple and everyday I run.
Smart yet scatterbrained, darting about. A butterfly, flitting from flower to flower-
Cupcake thighs
It's summer, it's time to sit around and reflect I have nothing else to take up my time to protect Myself from the time-wasting, hobby-making Internet That's about as interesting as my summers get.
I work day and night just to make a dime I'm followed around like I'm a criminal
I once saw a picture of a man and a fence, Painted with sunflowers well over his chest, And over the fence was chaos and madness, The pain of this world hidden by gladness. Another man saw on his pile of books,
Why is it so hard for you to decide if you want me in your life or not, One day we'er ok, then the next we'er not,
Cool as a summer's breeze you leave me feeling refreshed with such ease. My dearest is funny,witty, and even a little silly..these qualities, or traits, or whatever you may call them
I woke up this morning, Heard two voices in an argument. When did things go this wrong? Pretending to see, I cried silently.   When I made a decision of my own, You said "no" and were soon gone.
I wish my voice was like a beautiful singer's Id sing to you every day to show you how i feel But sadly Im left with no choice i havent got a beautful sound  TO match how profound my love for you is.    
Gender plays an important roleIn all of our livesReciting the same line of whyLooking past the exterior is tough
What we once were Shrouded by doubt Can it be again? Can we be again? She won't even look my way She won't call me by my name Just hold on until May What a selfish claim
I love with you with a passion the mind can't consume We gonna have snakes in the grass  we cant be fooled They're gonna wear masks we gotta stay true They're gonna try to stop us from doing what we do
Why yes, I'd love
Hey Ms. Sherry Can I top my sundae With your cherry I like you Can I suckle the honeydew Will you give me something good to chew Can you be my bee Let me taste the honey
Every night... Senses show smite; Cut Clean Clever Closure. I dare you to drive down dusk demise... yet nobody knows the prize! A mite mind might miss minutes... before realizing its coexistence.
I didn't understand why girls would cry because their bodies never mesmerized a boy's eyes I didn't understand why the wrists were slit on my friends thin arms
You couldn't achieve your dreams now you wanna live through me. Looking for my lost thoughts with wall in front of me. How can I achieve when you don't believe in me? It isn't my fault your dreams didn't soar like the trees.
Lock and Load, Cupid shot his shotgun at me
For a couple of years now, I've made the joke  that absolutely nothing about me is straight  except my hair in the mornings on the days where I can push a straightener 
What's after?  What's to come? A perfect picture paints the story. A large brick building. A dorm. Happiness and opportunities.  But happiness comes with a price. 
How do you know how perfection is made? Perfection is just a word.
They said to keep it be
When my limbs don’t move and my blood goes cold,When my time is done and my tale is told,What will they think of me?
The truth settled in The moment My knees fell Right before your Gunshot
Homework, practice, work, No one knows why, No one understands, Why I do stuff.   Music from five sources,  Excess classwork, Strength training, No one gets it.  
  hello,there's a face up here with lips that'll speak words you've never heard until they've left my soul. As the body language Chang ,the world Went upside 
 When will the world be one with me?Show me the world Mr. Lover but first give me your heart
You grow up and they tell you to look a certain way, and when it's not right they tell you to change. They say it's okay to be different, but not to different or you will have to change.
Insecurity, Driving through the rain, Tears falling down, Cannot hide the pain.   How do people do it? How do they go on? How do they still not know That this must be wrong?  
Is it just LOST in translation
Speak Your Mind Slam Why should I have to look over my shoulder? Living my life on edge, in fear Can’t even walk down the street without stares, men hootin and hollerin
As kids we think money grows on a tree, We think everything in the world is free. Once you grow up you realize it is not, Because the amount on the paycheck is just a small dot. Then we go onto higher education,
 Dark   Da Darkness  
I'm sorry. But it wasn't my fault. I should know better. Shouldn't you too?
Misunderstanding is a miscommunication Speaking and saying and hoping they hear Pouring out your heart not only for a tear But having the fear they still will not understand There is still a miscommunication
She drifts from happiness to reality Longing to stay forever in her dreams For every morning when she awakes The unending hell starts all over again She tiptoes downstairs hoping may escape
Tick tock Mind Clicking, constant Round, round, round Spinning Ideas, flowing, coming and going Circular motion Ebb and flow Which way should I go? Tick tock Paths
The whispers that she hears as she walks out into the world today
cling for dear life so you feel comfortable smile with desire steal with entice snake movement beg for invite  and disease you hide up your sleave with open door policy
Yes mother I have a stomach Yes mother I know that when I wear tight dresses that stomach shows But no mother I will not go change I will not return the dress
Every summe
Do you see them? Those people right behind us? Their happiness seems to stem, Like a young girl in a fancy dress.   They pal around, Without a care in the world. And as they clown,
As an infant, one clings to and relies on another who is greater than they. Whether it be their biological mother or their biological father. Whether it be a family friend or a grandparent.
They’re supposed to make it better, right?To fix it.Well there’s an excuse to be usedWhen you have nothing better to do.Or when you need an escape to drown out the pain
Food. How delightful, wonderful, beautiful. Sensuous and pleasurable. Such a strange longing we have For such small objects. Actually, it's not strange at all. Sensuous and pleasurable,  
What do you see from me, just dreams and aspirations? You laugh and tease me when I say, “one day I will climb mountains.” I get up to brush the hate and insults away. The rain dries from my face and I start to crawl up the ledge.
When I hike, I am in sync. And when I'm in sync, I clearly think. My poles hit the rocks sounding out a clink, The repititious noise setting rhythm to the thoughts I think. When I clearly think,
What is the connection When around the melanin Feels electric communication   i feel his pain though he does not speak i feel her envy though she smiles sweet  
What have we become today? When our ancestors handled activism, or when the pastors preached they did more than spoke. They strove to bring peace,  and changed the world through action, 
I, ego, none of these is YOU ARE WHAT I SAY cogito ergo sum, NO Multi ergo sunt
In a pride of lions, the lioness hunts while the male stays back In many species of birds the male's bright feathers elaborate dances and song are desperate attempts to attract female birds
What made it okay? What made you think that you had that right? To strip me of my self-esteem  Yes we were young But what thought entered your mind  When you decided I was all yours?
Listening to the sobs
For all the girls standing in the line For the bathroom. For all the girls, Like myself. With a gaping black hole in the back of my throat Waiting for the next storm to come.
Everything was so easy In the beginning at least.
I remember the night I met you Your pale blue eyes always looking like they were on the verge of tears We spoke about nothing but somehow you felt so familiar A cool rain was falling and we said goodbye  
When I was eight years old, I thou
Why do some say a mind is a machine?My mind surpasses all machines; it runs five different programs at a time:    /Wow-I-like-that-car    /Shit-do-I-have-a-test-today    /Wait-why-is-he-looking-at-me-like-that
               Not many know what it feels like to be scared senseless.                 To be terrified of a person so much it leaves you breathless.                 To look them in the eye after they leave you black and blue.
The lulling ticking matches the rustling of my chains. As I wrap them tighter and tighter, I find comfort in its cold embrace.
I sit there with my thoughts And wonder why I listen to you All I've ever done was try to please you So I sit there and numb the pain Heart palpitations, hallucinations, peace You see when I'm high... I'm numb
So many memories, Good ones, Mainly bad, Lurking around the corner, Waiting to spot me and fill me with misery.   The memories are like car chases or a innocent by stander chosen for a beating.
I have not one, but two names One means, "who is like God" The other, a variation of a flower It also means unblemished, virginal You decide, you pick, it makes no difference
Love is undefinable And completely disastrous  Messy and confusing Love is pain