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Never, never tell a good Poet what to write Or what to say. The Poet always tries to be right To be on the good and the best side of history
I miss you only if you miss my smile
I don't know how to explain things with simple words In fact, I don't even see things in simple terms, But I can weave my tongue into metaphors.
I’m just a brown boy WITHABLACKBOOK holding on to blue feelings. I bleed red blood I have red eyes bloodshot.   gunshot. another friend gets killed on the street
Hands cold. Sweat beading across my forehead but too numb to properly feel it. Deep breaths. Inspirational quotes. "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." 
My feet pitter pattered as I walked towards the stage. My hands are starting to become clammy. I wonder, should I walk back or engage?
It's not that I'm soaring, more of flying Perhaps soaring, escalating It is a gradual ascent but when you're horizontal seemingly rushing to  uppermost borders of the world, it all seems to be a rush.
The Grass browns and the flowers fade The trees leaves wither and the winds blow colder
This tiny heart of mine fast beatingSoon all of my thoughts are fleetingCan’t keep this fear from creepingUp through my body, now is heaving
Someone once asked me why a reader would write. Why, when the bookshelves have run out of space? Why, when there is nothing new under the sun?
Mentally I’m falling Not physically of course. Physically I’m walking With a little bit of force.  
my lips are like a wall but the words keep rising in my throat sometimes they are hot, angry burning my tongue, setting my soul ablaze. often, the words choke me. they are dripping with regret, and
live in the moment and have some fun you're blind, you're naive, you never listen get crazy and wild; worry when you're done mind's empty, heart's dull, but your soul glistens  
Tears are rolling down the audience's cheeks and the sound of laughter continously bounces off the many walls in the theatre. Spirits are uplifted and beliefs are questioned.
There are so many _______ I want to say Wishing to express myself , But the ______ dance on the tip of my tongue Teasing me before fading away,   The distance grows, As they keep talking,
"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality." -Carl Sagan I was a strict stripling. I stood for the stars and stripes, Be them still or rippling.
Dear ETs, I’m sorry, I cannot find a way To bring myself to fully answer your question Regarding humanity’s ending passage of days;
If being a "liberal" Means that I can plainly see what's wrong with the world Then I'm a liberal If being "evil" Means that I believe women have the right to choose Then I'm nefarious
God why can’t I talk fluently to others? My words become indistinct, just fragments In my head their fervour cause a shutter An impact captivating like a comet
Invisibility comes with secrets Kept hidden away from publicity They cannot be exposed, because of bets That friends will see it with simplicity
This girl I knew once, She said it started with a close friend someone she thought she could trust.   She was young and naïve so young, everything had become black and dark
This girl I knew once, She said it started with a close friend someone she thought she could trust.   She was young and naïve so young, everything had become black and dark
Petite fish in the sea, little mermaid so lonely, wallows in watery ennui.   Enough's enough and life is tough. little mermaid suck it up. devil says, here's my choice.
My lips are cracked, My tongue is dry, My vocabulary has been sacked!,
Chained Whipped Bleed   Trapped in unwritten rules   Glance Peek
What a glorious place is this, that the freedoms of speech and religion prevail. What a devasted place is this, that th stifling of free press exists. What a magnificent place is this,
Classes, assignments presentations in particular, they get us so stressed out. Let's stick with the presentations, for the moment and think about this: how prevalent the fear of public speaking is.
It’s against the rules to bawl here. Not because someone said it, not because it would hurt anything. Just don’t cry. It’s that simple. Just don’t feel. Quit it.
It’s timely timing that tries- ties my tongue To solidify the simplest speeches that seems to be sung. Why did God place me as a mute? For when I was four,
I speak of the masks I hide behind. It's not just me-- it's everyone. It's anyone who wants to be accepted for once in his or her life. I speak of the boy who came home crying
People talk about how opinions don’t matter but I think they do. I am united with my fellow poets as we embark on a journey leading us into deeper thoughts. You wonder what being a poet means to me, and I say everything.
Voice A powerful tool Made to encourage Not tear down   Language Used to communicate Messages of love Not for evil humor   When words are exchanged
Metaphorically I am a simile, like an allusion, I AM an oxymoron, a flagrant euphemism, a hyperbolic faux-pas, so masculine, I could metonymously eat a feminist,
The man called "duo improv on stage and duet act in the wings" And I thought my heart had grew wings,  Just to fly straight up out of my chest And to flutter around the velvet curtains and glimmering table.
I apologize that my tongue does not  flap the way yours does   I’m sorry my vernacular does not meet your standards   My southern twang drips sparingly from
Speech is a rare form of express
I have a hole in my head. It's not that big - (not that large really) Like the skin and bone disappeared And a gap was left in its stead.   Oh, but I don't mind it Fig -
I will remain silent
Quiet is the observer Motionless in kaleidoscopic torment. I thought until thought was meaningless. “Grab the pen! Grab it, you coward!” A ceaseless voice streams Through an intravenous drip.
We are the children of Red White and Blue,
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
The feeling at hand brings on trouble and issues that I cannot stand It changes my plans and unfortunately, I cannot fuflll its demands I cannot grasp or understand, but I am only aware of how I'm in a jam
If I could change The World i Would change our generation from being Vanity slaves to Vanity owners of inspiration, the found hope of
The words do not come. Hurt running deeply and strong. I cannot say it.
World where write holds soley penta letter, fixed since Kings death.
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones. They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
Billy was once a kid in my grade. When we were little she would wouldn't go out, not even for the town's parade. You see, Billy had a speech impediment.  Children would tease her for her words-their abuse became adamant.
  So lay your fears right down. My demon, my pet, my master. Set those blades to the skin made of plaster.
The beat and lyrics that I always hear Makes the poet inside me wanna appear Incomparable beauty like the Santa Monica pier Addictive like when my dead cousin swallowed the beer
Where have our words gone? We lack the pen to write Stop standing for what’s right No language left to fight Afraid that we just might Lose our poet’s sight We’ve yet to feel contrite
As I looked around me I knew I was safe But then Mommy brought me to a different place. With people my size and a lady like Mom I began to assimilate into the mob. They gave me a stick and stiff napkin
A word a subtle insult, not forward, is where it all begins, in a biting retort that stings. Gentle praise, or a harsh phrase, a cliche, they say, but I disagree.
you said it i've listened we've heard read it its gone
Language is universal Acting as a pathway to communication Never short of translation, Gaining emotion with every phrase, Usually a world wide transporter As we all try to understand one another
I have seen him weep and I have seen him cry and I have seen him in the throws of victory and ecstasy. Yet, Yet I look at him now, broken and crippled and old. And I see sadness in his eyes.
If I have freedom of religion, Why am I ostracized for my beliefs? Why do people argue with me? And try to sway me to their side When I say I do not believe in God. If I have a freedom of speech,
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