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A kid who just wants to be heard
Someone who wants success
Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed
They don't know the pain, the problems
Of always wanting to be the best
His parents are proud of him
I painted a life sized mural in my room. Of a lost soul. I made my own paint it was bright red with specks of brown. I don't care about how The cow jumped over the moon, if ball is really life or why the chicken crossed the road.
Wealth is not relevant at the sunsets
The sunset is not a place
The sunset is a happiness that can only be dream
Or is it?
The sunset is a sense of security because you know the sunset will lead you to dreams
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing,
That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her,
That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds,
That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing,
That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her,
That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds,
That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
Despair! Despair!
Senior Year!
It is the end
of my high school career.
College
'round the corner.
Applications
Statements
Money money!!
Charish it.
Senior year.
Food. Never has there ever been a more glourios word.
We have always used food as a celebration.
Christmas, we eat. Thanksgiving, we eat.
Get an A on a test, we eat.
Hang out with friends, we eat.
Suddenly the skies are blue,
The grass is green and the flowers grow.
Could it be that I'm finally happy.
I'm finally free,
I'm finally home.
I dont know about you, but I know about me.
Standing in front of the mirror
Knowing who I am
But I feel like I'm lost
In this wonderful land
Have you ever felt the kiss of a good book?
It's delectable--
the wispy yellowed pages caress your fingertips
In the silence of the black night
My eyes follow the black ink
On crisp white sheets
And I see a world of possibilities
Imaginary and alive.
Yesterday I was a Celtic warrior
With its permanent power of emotional resonance, I have not a negative thing to say of music. To proclaim that music is not the ultimate cure for any broken soul is but an act of nonsense.
It starts with a storm
The clouds looming above, the flashes of lightning,
The pouring rain, and the rainbow that follows
The lightning hit when she was rushed to the ER because her heart stopped
Some see the winter breeze as the coming of change,
An end of the sun drenched days,
Start of educational imprisonment.
No more seasonal freedom.
But they are wrong.
Winter is:
I need to get my feet out of the sand
It's time for teachers to teach.
I need to leave these foreign lands
It's time to hear reuniting friends screech.
School has began,
When I was born, my soul was full of crack and cocaine
Six months premature, those drugs nearly murdered my brain
You called my mom? Mom like a stranger who gave me life
Hand in hand.
Soul to soul.
I think of a happy place
Somewhere that instantly brings a smile to my face.
Taking in every sight and sound,
Who could miss that pink and blue castle that stands 75 ft aboveground?
There we were, on the last day
I knew leaving them was my only crime
But I told them, “Until next time!”
Even so, the fact remained: I was going away
The memories rush back to me
With a pencil in hand, I sit with a mind wide open
The blank space lays patiently until I see the lines
behind my eyes ready to melt through my fingers.
Tip to page, the graphite wears thin
I believe that poems have brown eyes
That when you read you can see a soul and heart
There's a depth one cannot grasp
And perhaps one should not try to gather it all at once
My cheeks were getting full and my body was getting plump, my parents kept telling me, it was time to get off of my hump.
Cheerleading was something that I tried but this was not a sport for me, so I just cried.
Art is like a bird learning to fly
Or learning to ride a bike or read a book -
One of those skills that,
once learned, can never be forgotten.
But first, it must be found.
she leaves behind tiny sketches on the glassy surface
each new move cutting a path in the layer of not-quite-yet-frozen water.
Wait ‘til you see,
What I can do,
I’d love to show you,
You know I would.
I love to watch,
You smile,
Without vile,
Intentions.
I can’t wait to see your face,
Noise is overwhelming,
Distracting,
Crowding.
My ability to hear is a gift,
Yet it can also be a burden.
Noise.
They curl in and out,
Deep and Slow.
Sliding over your tongue,
Gliding around your teeth.
They take death in,
And let life creep out.
Soundlessly labored,
They huff all about.
Without me, they say,
I consider myself to be an artist in every facet of my existence
My art is my everthing; not confined, it's unbound, not grounded but profound
I see a place with mountains higher than any cloud,
a place where silver rain falls like a widow's tears.
My feet will hit the ground like singing thunder
through a radiant curtain of opaque shroud,
Oh dream maker
You heart breaker
My Mexican pride
I will never hide.
El conquistador de México
Leader of destruction
El veneno toxico
That killed our nation.
Glorious sounds slice through my anger and stress.
Unbelievable.
In the vibrato of the strings I can hear
The musical progressions tug at my heart. It
We may ask ourselves "Where do I belong?"
Where are those people we surround ourselves with in order to make us strong?
I failed to find my home, a place to come together
I love the groove of the bass,
and the crashing of the drums.
It all brings a smile to my face,
and it makes my mouth hum.
The melodies reach out,
the rhythms twirl around me,
Summer has gone,
with that warm gulf breeze.
And, fall has arrived,
turning leaves in the trees.
My carefree days,
spent out in the sun,
now replaced by a classroom,
Music that matches my mood
Riding shotgun on a road that's smooth
Feeling the sunlight touch my face
Slipping converses on and tying the lace
The stars that twinkle overhead
My own worst enemy,
living a couple rooms away.
He wears my clothes as if it is his,
and believes I do not notice.
He cares too much about how others see him,
and does not even give me a skim.
My love for fashion wildly grows,
For everytime I walk into a store
I cannot help, but buy more clothes;
I shop, and shop until I snore.
Blouses, skirts, and pants alike,
Ever since my hands could grasp
I was doodling and drawing something.
I speak through my hands, not my tongue.
The raddling and shaking of my ideas within my skull
Angel.
Princess.
Sweet heart.
Our miracle.
Why was she taken?
Why did she leave us at an early age?
We all smiled when she was around
Angel.
Princess.
Sweet heart.
Our miracle.
Why was she taken?
Why did she leave us at an early age?
We all smiled when she was around
A cool wind blows past my shoulder
I turn to you and you look back to me
Flecks of sunlight fall through the cracks left by the trees and lay gently on your face
I smile as you reach your hand to my cheek
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Lord just for you I am quite smitten.
Teach me your ways,
As I wait I will praise.
Lord just for you I can get through the days!
When the world turns to fire and all seems to end, what will be left over?
When our champions fail and our armies falter, who will conquer for us?
people see me walk, they watch me everyday,
tell me how I should do life, but in a different way,
One With The River
The expectations of the day rising like the sun
Paddling with the current, every which way
Like a smooth bamboo shark;
Amongst the oyster beds
Ten years old,
bushy-haired and bright,
full of endless fluidity
from her years of practiced dance
A little butterball of seven
with an angel's face,
a devil's sharp tongue,
Every time I walk through the gates,
I walk into a dream,
A dream that pushes me through time,
This dream forcesme to see both past and future,
It show's me happiness,
This dream fills me with glee.
I wish you would know to love yourself
before you learn to love the boy down the street
with eyes like gems too easily broken.
Golden honey sunsets,
The delightful salty breeze caressing my cheek,
Flowers lining every corner in every imaginable hue,
What could be better?
The beauty of the elements engulf me
" He leadeth me beside the still waters."
Water.
My first time at the pool
" Do not run! " she says
"Jump with me Rissa! " my little sister yells
Splash!
The bubbles surround my face
What do you see when you look at her Most would say a soldier indeed But behind every smile is a story
Although winter is fast approaching,
I'm not worried about thecold,
Because the things that keep me warmest
aren't exclusive to the summer:
I'lll still be reminded that I'm loved
by family and friends alike.
Stumbling through the labyrinth of pine,
I am abruptly greeted by the water’s edge,
And the overpowering beauty of color,
When you watch the bullies walk through the hall
and make fun of all the people they see.
Do you realise what you do
to their mind when they go home?
They sit and think of all these things
The summer days are over.
School has just begun.
But, Who says we can not have fun?
When the leaves fall, we will run and play.
But, when it's too cold out inside we will stay.
Blank notebook pages,
Crisp, clean, unwritten phrases.
The slick ink flows as the pen goes.
Across the page, inscribed the future.
Senior year is finally here,
a year full of shout and cheer
It's hard to believe our time is near,
My baby brother's smile can brighten anyone's day.
He can make the sky seem sunny, even when it's cloudy and grey.
There once was a happy turkey
His name was Mr. Quirky.
He was born in the winter
with neither brother or sister.
It was Christmas Eve night
and Mr. Quirky shook a box with delight.
There are days when I can't get out of bed
When I can't seem to focus on one thing
When the only thing I want
I can't have, I can't do, I can't even begin to understand
The simplicity of a laugh
The commonality of a smile
Rejoice in the beauty of life
Because it is worth the while
Life can be so short
As we already know
It's okay to be affectionate
Once upon a time, there was a girl who tried to rhyme
About her life’s journey.
With all her soul, she wanted to reach her goal
Of healing those on a gurney.
She went to college to get some knowledge
There was a band
That originated from the U.K.
They played rhythm and blues
Every night and day
Bill Wyman is the oldest one
But Charlie Watts is a lot more fun
Sleep is the joyIn which I have foundEqual footingOn unequal ground
I’ve turned the lightFor the last time tonight
Huff huff huff, her little nose twitches, black button eyes blink.
Scare her, and into a ball she will shrink.
Her quills will poke you and your hand will sting.
She’d rather be hibernating up until spring.
Though the summer's haze has slipped away into the south,
I still taste salt on my mouth
In remembrance of summers day,
I once read "A butterfly cannot see the beauty of its wings,"
and it really got me thinking.
Is there really someone out there
who finds me worth seeing?
Am I more than just a thorn
Seeing little children playin' outside is what make me happy.Laughin', Smilin', Runnin',and carrying on.
Now that summer is all done
I must say goodbye to fun
Right? Wrong. It’s all just begun
My senior year will be a blast
I’ll try not to let it go too fast
I’ll spend time with the best of friends
Anticipation thicker than the white smoke
Flashing strobe lights that dazzle your eyes
Raise your voice from the depths of the pit
Mingling with the entire crowd’s cries
Standing united for one purpose here
Freshman year was a big doorway,
As I walked the long dark hallway.
Spent most of my time memorizing my locker combination
Because I was not use to my location.
I was rushing to make a best friend,
The summer begins, fresh taste on my tongue.
New shoes on my feet, hair blowing in the wind.
New girls, new boys, fresh heart, trust.
Walking by the beach, talking by the docks.
My heart starts longing to see him.
A hot summer's day
Sun scorching and sizzling
The air thick and humid
My long hair is frizzing
I hear the sweet jingle
As you come my way
The yello ice cream truck
is saving the day
'Tis the only escape I have
'Tis the one thing I will never give up
'Tis the reason why I smile through the tears
Held in place by the light, we die happily,
Wise in our time.
The solid light suspends us, upends our minds
Wake up late,
Mornings I hate
Don't like leaving my bed
The smell of bacon
Brings a cravin'
Jam spread over bread
Hash browns or home fries
Always satisfies
Kethchup on top
I cover my mouth with my hand.
My body quakes with silent laughter. My eyes twinkle in amusement. My eyebrows rise in happiness.
A mechanical pencil is all I need.
To draw out what's floating in my mind.
So go out there and get me tons of them.
Because I'll show you my little world that's still a work in progress.
I'm not one to write
I don't do poems
or songs
I dont have a diary
I rarely speak about what's wrong
I bottle things up
So deep till eventually
That cup
Overflows
Over throws
My hand is tattooed with the evidence of my pencil.
It is stained with the purpose in my hands.
The dents in the paper grow deeper, darker, thicker.
My mind wanders.
Music.
Soft, careful, lovely.
stomach in knotts
heart racing
cant
breathe
this is my favorite feeling
its friday night and the lights are
oh so bright
my makeup and hair are done
to the "T"
The sun rose in the west that day,
Though some say it did not.
It rose above the quiet valley village
And it rose above the mountains
That encircled it.
The dark birds watched it rise too;
You ask me what gets me out of bed every morning with a smile on my face and welts on My arm.
Asking what makes one happy could be dangerous. << 8 word story. I could use insightful quotes and give the author the glory.
A chill runs down my spine
But I do not feel cold.
A slap across the face
With no pain.
Black and blue covering a once perfect skin
And I see nothing.
The sizzling of food cooking on a pan
The purring of my lethargic cat as she rests upon my chest
My lover's laughter as I wrestle the remote out of his hands
These are things that make me happy
The first pluck of the string,
The first note they sing.
The first melodic tune that enters my brain;
That's the beginning of my awakening.
I'm transported to a world unknown,
Saturday is adventure day.
Dad rises early, bustling around
up and down the house with morning business.
Coffee, Cheerios, newspaper.
He rouses the rest of us with a beloved relic from his Navy days.
Life is chaos.
Every twist and turn brings the unexpected.
Sometimes for the better,sometimes for the worst.
Yet life always pushes us forward.
Hope, fear, love, dreams.
I still remember when I was a child
looking up at my mother with fire in my eyes,
asking and pleading and begging to put the flames out
with the rain puddles outside.
I ran, no shoes, no socks, no responsibilities,
The scarlet and the gray,
The pride in the students' eyes,
The joy and laughter from friends and faculty,
The halls full of chatter and classes that matter,
Having fun throughout the day,
Rain falls in bursts,
Or perhaps just in trickles.
The pitter-patter of droplets
form a cascade of sounds.
The crickets are quiest
but not for long
But drowsiness is coming
I'm all about the sunshine,
it's hot tounge rolling down my spine,
the citrus smell of sumer
like peeling back an orange rind
but when the snow inevitably falls,
Can I Be Anymore Excited
A Senior
Thats What Everyone Is Calling Me This Year
I Am Graduating High School, I Am DONE My Childhood
Young Adult, I Love The Sound Of That
I could start with the things that are petty, the things of no use
But those things that elate me, their structure's too loose
No real thought, no passion, and no feeling can be found
Faint memories of the times we had.
Now that I have moved out, I dearly miss it.
Laughing, feeling entertained, joy
We would spend forever together.
Just thinking about it makes me happy and fulfilled.
There are some things I will never forget.
Ten years from now,
your smile as we walked through the park
is all that I'll have left.
I am grateful for the potency of these images,
Watching the moon fall as I rise,
my mothers weary, loving eyes
The way my friends embrace me,
as if it has been years
The way my algebra homework
reduces me to tears
Happiness?
Dare I delve
into my mind
to find an inkling of
Hope
Love
Frivolity
Joy
In a life touched by so much hate,
Death
Divorce
Crudeness
Failure
Have you noticed me yet?
The little burst of purple in that crowd,
the one with her arms stretched high over her head.
The one playing back directly whatever command the band gives.
People always wanting something from the heart,
This isn't much,
But it's a start,
We have the availability to touch,
To feel something, for example, a dart.
It drifts by my ears and enters my weary soul
It plays soft and slow
caressing my fears and pain
It soothes the broken places
It makes me float
High above
all these troubles
It is music
Living is not living unless you are happya life that is fragile is worth timeI was put here to spread the truth.
You taste…
Like the summer home,
Grass overgrown,
And all alone.
We stand…by the Oceanside,
Life passes by,
Our hearts collide.
You taste
Like a bitter end,
Christmast time.
The best time of the year.
Growing up in Arizona,
Christmas also means some enjoyable wheather.
Decorating the Chrismast tree,
Everyone is happy and full of cheer.
The Light of summer closes its doors
What remains are pictures on the walls and floors
Memories, and excitement
Happy incitements
Glistening in the back of my mind
Happiness intertwined
My heart soars when I listen,
The rhythm runs through my blood,
With every beat it fuels my soul.
I look to those voices to sooth me,
To take away the worry.
Disgust takes over my body,
Ugly and Fat yell at me- angry.
I try to tell them I'm under stress,
The sun may set on my summer time,
but the smiles stay through school.
Yes, the busywork May last too long
and the hours pass too slow.
But somewhere here I'll find a laugh
I watch the clock move backward,
Minutes go by in the blink of an eye,
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
There goes life.
While time slows,
I pick up my pace.
Another year to go,
The lights are dark
Orange on the horizon is all you can see
But wait
A silhouette is there
Standing
No
Posing
Poised with their toes
Just meeting the ground
Music
Baby can you take me there.
I want to know.
Baby can you take me there.
I want to go.
Empty promises.
I've heard of those.
I'm guessing you don't know
Love is more than just words.
We are not made for the aesthetic affinities.
Your life is not a helicopter shot from a Planet Earth episode.
You are not for the mountaintops and dawns and shooting stars.
I'm almost done with school
This is my last year
I've dreamt of this my whole life
Now it's finally here
My parents are both sad
I'll be moving out
But when I turn eighteen,
The tik-tok of the clock
The whistling and hissing of the winter air
Roaring and screaming that suddenly stops
Long enough for a heart to beat once
The resounding gong of the clock that struck twelve
He watched her through the window from across the street.
Her clothes looked sleek,
her hair fell gracefully,
playfully.
Each movement's meaning, oblique.
He studied her.
Made extensive notes
Summer is over, and school has begun.
Things get crazy, and hectic, and stressful.
The homework and stress swell up in heaping piles of despair.
Dance
It doesn’t just mean to move rhythmically to music.
It’s artistry, bravery, endurance.
I dance as though telling a story.
Reading! Writting! Things that make people cringe but makes smilegive me words over sports give me a book over TV
Hug my mom
Play with sis
look at me,
what is this?
dance around,
talk to friends,
with me the fun never ends
listen to music
laugh and play
shout
it from the rooftops
twist
the words from their mouths and
shout
the newly created freedom
twist
the energy of the crowd into a
shout
of freedom and joy that
twists
Summer slips away and we students rush in to the facilities that torment us so.
We'll spend hours a day in chairs of stone, forced to learn things we don't wish to know.
I see what the birds see,
as if I were one with the flying
the wind is my element as my wings are floating above me
Above the heads of all the ground dwellers, I soar
The amps stand tall as towers on either end of the stage and we scream as they kill the lights
Twist and Shout Slam
What is happiness where does it start?
Does it come from money or does it reside in the heart
If you ask me you have to make it yourself
Why live solely by the bible,
When it fills you full of hate.
You'll only destroy,
No ability to create.
Endless sleepless nights,
Questioning beliefs,
But you have to keep your head down,
As lifes cards unfold
And the world is yours to hold
Remember, above all stay Gold.
When all around is black
and the weight of the world is on your back
when your life begins to form that mold
Let's be happy together!
Throw away your worries and run away with me!
We can tickle elephants and catch ballons
Crash a few weddings and act civilized over tea
I wish you'd smile a little
What's positivity
It's a feeling in our hearts, it's a star, it's energy
That can drive us far so instantly
It's medicine, progression for all the entities
It's a remedy
This beautiful music -
The key to my "Someday"
That is what I told myself,
And it was true
This beautiful music got me here
This beautiful music got me through
A childhood of pain
It is the sound of the rain in early noon
that reminds me that happiness will be soon.
It is the sunlight after a rain so strong
that could never in a decade break this bond.
It is the laughter of a kid
I sing a song,
a song i sing,
sitting on a tire swing
Loving, living, breathing air
summer breeze blows in my hair
The birds disburse as notes fly away
Laughter echoes, as we sing all day
Volunteer
One word
9 L e t t e r s
Unlimited Potential.
It's not about the praise
It's not about yourself
It's about how one little act can change someone's life
F O R E V E R
As soon as the rays of the sun hit my eyes
A smile lines my face because I know it is a new day
As soon as my feet touch the ground
The fresh air moves my hair
The snow sprinkles down,
It clumps together,
And waits for its friends to arrive.
I, too, wait,
For something to do,
In attempts to pass the time.
My boyfriend shovels
The new fallen snow,
I'm a King to the pawn
Living a life where I do not belong
Spreading of hate, dropping their bombs
They will debate, but I don't respond
At midnight I scheme
Nobody knows the plan but me and my dreams
I know that with my religion people make assumptions,
I know that what I believe in sometimes comes with consequences.
But why must we judge others on what they believe in?
Endless amounts of Summer heat;
Beating onto my pale skin.
Salty sweat droplets race down my arms;
Now, Bikini's are in.
I devour ripe mangos
with sweets that cascade into my yearning mouth.
Darkening gray skies,
thunder gurgling in the distance,
cracking whips of light
sporadically decorate the clouds.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Staring out the window, examining the stars.
I put my finger to my heart and recall the mournful scars.
I pray to God and bow my head,
Kneeling peacefully by my bed.
An angel comes and embraces me
I apperciate the gentle way
you cause me to sway
the laughter only you can create
I run to you
I run from you
when I fall you come from behind
to check if I am fine
Thank you for these feet I use
to walk a path of dreams come true
Thank you for the air I breathe
which gives me strength in this life I’ll lead.
Inspired to do my best by those you wouldn't expect. High expectations given to me by those who don't provide my basic needs. I wonder how life would be if I didn't believe in grinding.
There's a dog next to me
A dog that I've know for what feels like
Forever
The dog has no idea
His life is about to change
Forever
Everything he knows is changing
He is leaving the kennel
Determination.
Self Will.
How they coincide.
Hand in hand like how I am when I am with you.
The force that your aura brings when it meets mine.
But from where does it stem?
The day the red, white, and blue took him away
We were covered in tears and our heads hung so low
We begged for our soldier to stay
I’ve heard one million stories of soldiers who go
As the hot days turn cold.
The leaves turn gold.
School comes by in a rush.
All the birds is silenced with a hush.
The fresh wind blows freely.
The warmth of hot and cold air is guaranteed.
Scholl Started
but what does that mean?
The fun is gone?
No it is still here
I can now see my friends all together
It is such a great feeling to be reuinted with the ones you care about
Boys?
What's so special about them?
I don't need a boy to keep me happy
But I'll surely keep my eyes open.
What about family?
Not by blood but by love
Who you can be mad at
Jumping over puddles
Crunching the leaves
Holding Mom’s hand, as she leads me
Piggy back rides from Dad, because I’m falling asleep
Staring up at the stars, as they encompass me
The faint smell of burning plastic, wood and marshmallows,
Artful graffiti surrounded us as a reminder of our more reckless and youthful days.
I look out the window to my right and see the sun rising.
I look to my left and see the clouds reflecting red and pink light.
I look in my rearview mirror at the stressful world I am leaving behind.
I want to be the adret of the mountain. Receive the sunlight to become the most fertile. But the forested in the forest, the forested is keeping me below. Keeping my history an abstruse.
I'm happier than a bird singing a song.
It's all because of you, mom.
You bring me from my darkest moments and make me happier than a bird singing a song.
My only wish is for you to continue being the same.
Monotony can kill the spirit, sap the soul.
But I have something I hold to me,
To tell the truth, it keeps me, mostly whole.
These Dreams are the essence of life; a dream, a quest to fly...
My socks rock,
as i put them on to start my day.
With my uniform of skirt and shirt;
gotta keep it classy.
Run down the stairs, "Buenos dias!" to my family,
out the wooden door, into the Ecuadorian morning.
School, with that one word you see people cringe,
And during school you see people become unhinged.
But, I'm here to tell you about the amazement of school
and how not to be a tool.
School is full of memories
All I want is my sleep and nothing moreSleeping takes me to another worldSometimes real life is a bore
Risen, from the dark.
Gloomy days past.
Future is here.
I smile at last.
First sun that comes up,
down goes the crap.
Damn, just smile!
Happy that you are here!
The first day of school I am instructed in every class to sit down and complete a sheet all about me, including my favorite thing.
The Beatles
like 5 white Don Cheadles
Like 5 War Machines ready to make me the happiest man in the world
Movies
Groovy Movies
Boogie Nights, Rated R,
Don't watch it you still ride backseat in a car
I love music, and nature, and flowers, and suchI love helping some students with homework and stuff
Happiness is 12 hour plane rides to new places, smiling at strangers, appreciating nature, loving others, loving yourself, dates in coffee shops, prayer, peace, finishing suspensful books, his voice, tuned
The beginning of a semester is great
It's filled with the wonders of new friendship
And the oppurtunity to satiate
All the numerous urges within me
to sit with my kickass roomie
What is it that gets me going?
Get the blood rushing and my brain flowing
Imagination running superspeed
Many ideas formulating future a masterpiece
Inspired much by nature and others but it is I that will lead
Machines of steel and grey then alive,
Alive when inputs sets in machines,
Many thoughts wurr and stir,
Stir sev'ral cogs to life,
Machina ad vitam, [Machine of life]
I am here to tell you how it can be done.
I was a woman who was unhappy with the size of her waist.
I was ashamed.
Flabbergasted of how much time was wasted not caring.
One smile from this little boy makes my day
No matter how bad of a day I've had,
He can make me happy again.
Whenever I'm sitting in lecture and get bored of class I remind myself that there is a little boy at home-
Sometimes I sit alone,
and say that I am content.
Most people believe me and carry on their own.
Others will sit down with me to say something,
or nothing at all.
Their presence actually makes me happier,
The Earth is like a beautiful cloud,
Just to be on it makes me feel proud.
If only I could just release
The world from War and Hell into Peace.
Does it ever strike you odd the way we are given today?
We have no hold on yesterday, no grip on tomorrow,
But present tense is ours to own and understand,
Valentine’s Day arrives, chocolates, teddy bears, and roses about,
Previously dreading my mind’s estate, stands before me my life’s precious delight
Work hard I will to keep even secretly day and night
Your fingers tell the soft story to my skin.
A cautious, caring narrative.
Woven on spot, etched on my flesh.
Your lips sing the song of Angels.
Every motion is a swoon birds envy.
Can you feel it? Can you feel that Change?
I can feel it blowing our way.
Can you see it? Can you see this new day?
I can hear it calling our name.
Change is coming down.
Change is coming now.
I am proud of myself. Can be honest? Looking through my past poems, my past words, my past thoughts, all I can think is how far I have come.
School is back in session,
The free days are over,
Yet still a constant rhythym pounds through me,
Today I'm feelin' good, I dare you to change that
The sun greets me with a smile while birds sing at my window
I'm grateful to be alive, I was blessed with another chance
Hey you there
with red hair
you're lookin' mighty fine.
And what if i told you, your smile does shine?
Enough that i want to make you mine.
I wanna see you smile and laugh,
Her cold hands that remain calm and limp,
Her eyes robbed of their graceful, blinking light,
The porcelain room standing dim,
The dance of a line on the dark screen,
My grandma , mi abuela
the only woman who loved me
the one who hugged me when i cried
My grandma mi abuela
she inspired me
she opened my eyes
showed me the world
I knew a girl
Weak, unhappy
Angered at who she was
Obsessed with who she was not
I knew a girl
Who had beautiful thighs
But hated them for their size
Then one day she put a weight in her hand
Freedom to feel, Freedom to know
Freedom to speak, to live, to go,
Wherever your free life takes you.
To Freedom we're born, cause others have died
defending that Freedom, our nation, our pride,
You have opened my eyes to something new.
Thanks to you I've realized what love is.
I know your love for me is indeed true,
You proved it to me with only one kiss.
I think my love for you will never end.
Let me step in someone else's shoes
to be Alice for the time
I'll have all kinds of new friends and shrink smaller than a dime
Well I can tell you this much. My happy is real.
I am a happy person. Even though I don't let it show.
I can make it seem like I am having fun. Even if I'm hollow inside.
Well, I sit in the front of every class
And don’t think for one moment that I kiss the teacher’s ass
The kids are so disrespectful
I swear they never feel regretful
They make me laugh though
I can’t even lie
P E A C E
It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise or hardwork,
It means to be in the midst of those things and be calm in your heart.
When you find peace you find your passion too,
You kissed me that cold winter night.
You promised me that you
Would be there forever
But then there was that summer night
When you decided that you were better off
With some other girl
Running gives me freedom
It is something I have to do alone
Running challenges my mind
It gives me strength
Happiness is like a freshly paved road,
Absent from all corrode
Each new addition already planned,
Every turn colorful, nothing bland
Each new direction is made,
Sure the consistency wont fade
Tiny, as delicate but with the eyes to heal the soul.Lightly he steps, but stomp like he storms off in random distances.Full of fluff, mystery and deep unconditional love.
Bonfires, laughter, music, and food linger in the summer night air
The sun beats down on the dark bodies sitting near the water
Sleep is her bestfriend and the night hours are favorite times
God.Some of you may cringe because I said His nameBecause you expect me to be religiously insane.But I’m just another human, like you who’s got something to say,
What are you looking at?
Are you looking at the pain I tried so hard to hide?
The terrible sins I tried to erase daily?
Yes, I bet you see the struggles I go through,
She was on the floor holding all the tears back,
she didn't think she could handle this when he was on crack.
There is a beauty in everything
There is a beauty in simplicity
In the simplicity of a smile
That shines as bright as the sun
that warms every inch of my body
In the simplicity of laughter
I started college at seventeen
Not on a whim, on a dream
To show the world who I wanted to be
I was looking for something, something more
Something to show for myself, which could not be ignored
I started college at seventeen
Not on a whim, on a dream
To show the world who I wanted to be
I was looking for something, something more
Something to show for myself, which could not be ignored
Happiness to me
is on my family tree
two kids one and two
amazing through and through
from first words to steps
to that special look you get
the truest form of happiness
every special moment
People will always question and judge every choice you have ever made.
Such as being in love with someone, when you just met them earlier that day.
Or putting trust in someone who you know everyday lies to your face.
I will never be trusting, friendly, or loving.
No matter what you say to me I know your lying.
His warm brown eyes gaze upon me
He seduces me and sedates my worries
Making them irrelevent to his presence
I'm caught in his dark chocolate embrace
He makes me a better me
He sees the good in me
