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Spring Prayer of the Lone Tree
As though my palms alone could pray,
Praying for songs to rise from the depths of gorges,
As if I ponder for these songs,
Contemplating the tune,
simmered all winter,
To the boys I caught frogs with
Summer of '16
You invited me down to the creek
For the first time in a while, I felt welcomed
Boys my age weren't as kind as you
Befriending me but not as one of them
It started with a plastic castle from Fisher-Price. With little plastic knights, and a wizard, and a dragon, and a princess.
Us boys would play with it for hours. Greg would always be the black knight who saved the day.
My mom always worried the day I would get my heart broken by a boy.
Little did she know I would turn out to be the heartbreaker.
The girl with “no feelings”. So non attached to every boy I met.
I am an old man. I have an old cat. The cat and I talk a great deal about my life, he’s a terrific listener, we speak every day, all damn day sometimes.
Listen to me and heed my words,
For I deliver unto thee,
Knowledge of days gone by,
An accounting of your future missteps,
miscalculations, lapses in judgment,
blunders which will bring about anguish,
My friends, the most beautiful poems
Written with sweet words are surprisingly new
My saying is not to bugger neither Alfred de Musset
Missing you often feeling blue
These emotions are like shocks dude
I'm feeling all these weird sensations
I really wish i had a basement
Missing you often feeling blue
These emotions are like shocks dude
I'm feeling all these weird sensations
I really wish i had a basement
Missing you often feeling blue
These emotions are like shocks dude
I'm feeling all these weird sensations
I really wish i had a basement
Generational, delusional,absolutely unoriginal and hypocritical
The amount of times you spoke to me as if I didn't have a clue, as if I woke up one day and decided right out of the blue
You will never stop burning holes through my heart when I am alone and I am weak
Burning holes through my lip when I can't speak of you
Through my palms when I hold the hand of another
Sweet bludgeoned muse
Perplexed in youth
And made to hide away
These points of view
Deflect our hue
In the march toward imminent decay
She glides with grace and charm
and they underestimate her.
She Radiates a sweet melody of summer,
As she Drowns out the howls of the winter wolves within.
Slips through your fingertips,
So When Are We TOO OLD To Be Seen As.... " Dope ".... ?!?
Or What's Called HOT Like Some SUPER FINE Crotch.... !!!!!
Well I'm At THAT AGE Where My Body NOW ACHES... !!!
But STILL Have A BRAIN That Functions... OKAY... !!!
Today we are so small at 10-10
Today we are also young at 20-20
Don't worry what'll happen at 30-30
Haven't we heard life begins at 40-40
Responsibilities don't end at 50-50
Never believe that life ends at 60-60
Time travel, baby,
Set me free,
Time travel got a hook in me,
Time travel, baby,
Set me free,
Time travel got a hook in me,
In disguise as a young man in the city,
You're leaving
The broad expanse
of your back
is the gallery
where I 'II hang my dreams.
Always on your way
Out
When will I
go with you?
I'll behave
like you want
You're leaving
The broad expanse
of your back
is the gallery
where I 'II hang my dreams.
Always on your way
Out
When will I
go with you?
I'll behave
like you want
It began during my weekly
writer's workshop
on a Saturday afternoon
and as usual, a new prompt;
this one was to pick at
random
two words from a box
passed around...
My words were
Imagine a flower picking its own petals,
Throwing them on the ground in disgust.
Criticizing every fine line and fuzz,
It doesn't seem to add up.
Imagine the trees dropping their leaves
I heard once that when the timing’s just right,
there’s this green flash that flares up on the horizon
in the exact second the sun settles on the Pacific.
Inspiration
It's everywhere
It is differently identifiable to everyone
To me
It's through music
Music gives me the opportunity to display how I feel without saying a word
All I have to do is be
Inspiration
It's everywhere
It is differently identifiable to everyone
To me
It's through music
Music gives me the opportunity to display how I feel without saying a word
All I have to do is be
Being a kid is always fun
15, 12, 16 and 1
It doesn't matter what age you are
Being a kid is always fun
Traumatized
Shaking, Crying
not leaving home
because the nightmares keep following you
Keys in your fist
Pepper Spray in the other
Why Oh WHY ... ???
Would You ... " Turn A Blind Eye " ... ?
To Things That Could Affect Your Life ... ?
MP's Do It ALL The Time ... !!!
But It's An English Thing So I'm NOT Surprised ...
Everything has already been said about love.
Even this. I know, but it’s true.
Who am I but a lovestruck child
finding my place in a world that is real?
The Thought of Communities Interests Me .....
Because Communities NEED ... UNITY ...
If They're Gonna SUCCEED In Keeping The Peace ... !!!
Have you ever felt a knife cut
From your neck down to your ribcage
Almost piercing your heart
And it feels like you're being pulled apart
When in fact
This may very well save your life
One thing that can never be disproven,
Is that time one way or another,
Will always keep moving,
The clock on the wall,
Will forever tik onward,
That is why my motto,
Is to always move forward,
Kids Seem NOWADAYS ...
To Be .... " Impolite " ....
Well Me I Was Shown ...
That This Just ISN'T Right ... !!!
Respect is dying everyday !
The old dismay
cos' the young display
a lack of respect
in their crazy ways !
So ...
Pay close attention
this isn't wordplay !
She tucks her t-shirts into her skirt.
She died a streak of her hair in 4th grade.
She only played tag with others girls.
She won't tell her family she likes her,
she isn't afraid,
she just doen't need to.
Prologue:
Beauty was never something I set out to find;
It was simply thrust upon me.
Without regard to who I really am inside,
I went to a new school
When I was six years old
One day our teacher got a call
Hide. Is what we were told
Kids went under desks and into closets
Hide anywhere you can!
One day, I’d like to go
In search of my past,
Of the memories
Of a misspent youth;
I cry for my souvenirs,
I dream of a beautiful future,
Where I can atone
She could spread her wings with the birds and the bees and follow the sun as they became one
Rays of fire soaking through her pores and wrapped around her bones it lifts her up higher than everyone else
I betrayed myself
During my younger days,
And opened myself up to shame,
I betrayed myself
During my younger days,
Over and over again,
And there are times
That knowing what I did
I go back, though
Sometimes it’s filled with pain,
I go back, ’cos
Nothing will be the same,
Precious places
I first knew,
When life and youth
And love were new,
I flow back, and
There was a sadness I revered,
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And opportunity to spare,
But as life ebbs,
And opportunities recede,
I know that sadness for real,
In my dreams, I run my long, thin fingers through your caramel colored hair.
The prettiest shade there is.
And, I laugh because my words come out perfectly.
They come out so perfect that my tongue rolls and words slip.
Catch myself sometimes.
Thinking about
the child I once was.
Must have been.
Catch myself poring over dregs;
the remnants of my gawkiness.
Such as the carriage of my body;
Hidden behind posters,
Behind words,
Behind screens.
A voice, a voice
Shouting in a tunnel,
Bouncing off the walls,
In my youth I'd chase things shiny and new
Now I take care of what loyal and used
I used to wander from place to place
Always on the go
Now I'd rather sit and ponder
It is myself I'd like to know
I felt a monster climb its way up my throat
Choking on tears, I watched my hands tremble
My breath shortened & I felt powerless
I dry gagged & finally heaved
"The monster won," I'd quote.
The day I grew pessimistic of the world
I knew I could longer run under my mother’s breast and curl
The moment I felt the undefined shadow pierce my heart
As I sit here in this class surrounded by the usual humdrum of teachers and students, I reminisce on the days in my aunt’s backyard. I reminisce on how it felt to simply lay on the lush soft grass with her dog.
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded from the world in a tight hug.
A photograph captures my father’s love.
i think that if i take it into too much consideration,
the momental magic seems to be shaved away.
there were twice as many stars as usual-
Covered by the darkness within me holding me hostage with the burden of grief.
Falling to my knees in faith that I could one day be enough for you, for everything I do.
Staring in the mirror
But a day or two ago
The person that I saw
No longer did I know
The harder that I stared
The more foreign she became
The childish whims forgotten
A new path to be displayed
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous
I get obsessive and I get insecure. Sometimes I find myself unbalanced, quickly unraveling at the folds.
I may occasionally lose touch, or fall out of love.
You,
This is where you begin to take shape;
spinning and churning in a world of pre-existing chaos -
dancing and frolicking through the ever-ethereal muck of summer rubbish.
stripped of vanity -
I thought I would stay six forever, well that did not happen. I thought I could play with my toys and have fun with no challenges.
The stars tumbled down at once,
White diamonds upon fragile palms.
Hazy sapphires festered and fused,
As if Van Goh’s Starry Night
The stares,
They burn.
I shoot my hand up in class.
Teacher staring at my ass.
The beginning of a perfect liberal poem!
The glares,
"Support my rights" you say,
"I do, but I want to live another day."
The fear and panic has begun
It's not a drill, our time is done.
Silence. Tears. Texts and calls.
Some will live and some will fall.
"Support my rights" you say,
"I do, but I want to live another day."
The fear and panic has begun
It's not a drill, our time is done.
Silence. Tears. Texts and calls.
Some will live and some will fall.
When I was twelve I asked my mother if
I could go bungee jumping. She said
NO. But she let me go paragliding.
I took the chance.
Dead Youth Rose, Gabriel Cappello
While we are young
Youthful and ever so free
Not a concern in site
with a world of danger ahead in the light
New responsibilities become uncovered
It was a wild fable you see
visions of hippies dancing, singing free
their song resonating within
my jovial mountains
Buddhism captivated me
shook the little girl in kindergarten
and said
Youth
Without a care,
Without a worry
Endless afternoons out in the park
Feeling the warm breeze on my face
Blowing bubbles,
Laughter,
Smiles,
School,
Recess,
Friends,
Its taken three years for my skin to harden
Watch it turn from rice paper to steel
I used to be friendly as a sign of submission
But now I stand toe to toe with those I don’t even reach the shoulders of
They told me I could be anything, but they never told me how
And I would like to be something, but I guess I already should be by now…
They told me I was free to dream, but then said my dreams weren’t real;
Are they the enemy?
I've always asked myself, just where do their priorities lie? Who is on my side?
Young, weak, trembling,
I stand with frailty,
But I stand.
I stand. I will keep standing,
August 2015 – It’s seventh period,
and we all have to give a presentation.
Of course, I’m barely paying attention,
until I notice a pair of blue eyes
Days of youth containing cheerful screaming,
Hours of running and spreading laughter
Are jointly held through the room of dreaming
The place that we take care and look after
I am of the youth
One with such a small voice
But though I cannot cast a ballot
I can still scream, and think like any other
I still have the right to make my own decisions
warped reflection swims like watery milk above the puddle
full of doubts that don't drip but pour down into its cacophonous depths.
a medley of sorrows curdle then swirl down the drain
ME:
I'm alone and I feel like I should feel worse but no matter how hard I cry
I don't feel pain
I'm alone but I feel more alive
I can sit and I can breathe and I can watch
Let us dance in revelry,
Chalices to our lips.
Immemorial, the fountain,
From which springs forth the nectar of ages.
The clock frozen,
You awaken with bright blue eyes,
They twinkle with flecks of your future.
Wrapped in the blanket of love,
You are safe
In your mother’s arms.
There was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backyard
The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush
The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
I think there was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backward
The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush
The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
deep breath, deeper, deeper yet, deeper than the ocean of your
eyes that keep calling me home, calling me back back to the
I am the wild youth.
I am made to become something as I had started,
But I stand here as nothing.
My voice is the loudest, the most rebellious, and the angriest,
Love Yourself, Speak Yourself
These are the messages carried through their speeches
In large rooms full of their critics
Under the hawk eyes of netizens
Waiting, watching
Bated breath
They don’t realize it
But they do
They are expected to know everything
They are expected to be perfected
By imperfect people
Why don’t we choose to float black clouds?
How did we miss that opportunity?
Maybe because we were too busy giving the “white clouds” time to develop.
That isn’t deep enough
Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning",
vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress,
becomes a warrior, a missionary - maybe a bit of both;
a vortex of youth, passion, possibilities -
Today I Lift my eyes to new & exciting ventures. I ventured to say, they all Rock & Win like a cup of potential.Today I win at everything I form & mention.And all goes well as I say, it's just that simple. 'Found this place while I was
Decisions to make
my future is here
but how can you know
what's true and dear
Spinning in circles
my minds in a jam
how would I know
what's the correct game plan
To enter the precarious force that is the mind
To accept the perilous and perfect emotions of self
To love the inherent nature of words
And to inherit the beauty they offer
My mind soughtNo politicsOnly a moments thoughtOn labs and lipsticks
Only songs From followed artistsTheir electric prongsTheir truth alarmists
Life as I knew it was not fair
I was thrown from here to there.
Never knowing where I might sleep
My poetry was all I had to keep.
I would write for days upon end
Salvaging dregs of past dues
Leaves me sullen in nightshade hues
Wrongly scathed and moreso accused
I dug up the backdrop blues
While laying down tripwire and land mines
To mark the way back
Once upon a time in a land not so far,
Teenage Carly May wished upon a star.
She wished for true love to come into her life,
What we once fully embraced on our young skin
Is now what we retract from at first contact.
What we once tipped our heads to the heavens above for
We now bow our heads down as if in a prayer.
stop taping young
people’s mouths shut
and telling us where
our places are
stop screaming over the
voices of tomorrow
and stop telling us we don’t
know what we’re talking about
I sat alone ghastly and gaunt,
Waiting for true love to come knocking on my pane.
“It gets lonely here you know”
I whisper to the quiet night.
She sits upon her broken throne,
Crying out “is it worth it anymore?”
The pain of life tearing her apart
Sometimes being alive breaks her heart
Looking back at the tear-stained pages
Or the fantastical flurry
Or even the self-beating words of a young mind,
I find something sweet and fitting
In the art of permanence.
There are times,
When the world crumbles like chocolate chip cookies over vanilla mountains.
In the vastness of temporary forevers,There will be times,
i slip into a dream
it's sometime between late and early
and this is where i find you
the bugs sing at their own tempos
as we walk a steady pace down the longer of the paths
who are we now
sometimes i don't feel like we're the same souls
whose eager teeth met by the brick river
on days like this i wonder
what it would be like to be us again-
I saw you last week
Smiling and laughing
We weren't the best of friends but we were friends
Dear future me,
I hope that you're smiling.
I hope that you can say
that you're happy without lying.
I am the son
of a thousand broken gods
The gods that offer righteousness
for 50 cents on the dollar
Their dollars of damnation
Our youth is slowly taken by time, yet we all wish for a little more time
Our youth is pure,painful, and filled with sorrow
It's been too many weekends since the one
That I called him, I asked him
For darling, sweet darling, just a bit of a pep talk
And he told me that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen
To Her
Dearest, fondest one to my heart
My eyes do beweep themselves on thought of you alone
There are not many things I could say to you
That have not been said a thousand times before
Dear you,
The cigarettes in your eyes seemed to glisten like that of a holy ambience.
They were translucent angelic fumes laced with desire's poison.
I’m quiet and go unseen
It’s truly the best way to really see.
I see the face behind the mask, the one who frowns behind the laugh.
I see the need behind the smile, the one that lies to please the crowd.
for Salma
We ate five packs of Oreos
on the bus when we weren't
supposed to. We ate it messy,
you see, cream and crumbs
where the chin meets the mouth.
Dear Courtney
By: Tyler McBride
i will not cry when i die.
i couldn’t when you did,
when you decided to fly,
They say depression
is a literal black cloud
leaching the light
out of our pure white souls
Yet I disagree
Our souls are both white and black
A beautiful swirl
A yin and yang
Dear friends against the people,
I am from the stories of the past
Compiled into the present.
Chicana they call me.
I thought I was safe here,
So far from the truth,
I see myself lying,
To escape my own youth.
A fragile thing,
Dear Dubiety,
I wish to promulgate that poetry is not dead.
But the style... each breath is taken to be lost in an enchantment of idealist fallacies.
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work
Area on top my desk. It was red,
And I thought it would be a nice small quirk,
To have something I found in a leaf bed.
Yesterday we were babies
Then our skin was clean and our eyes
Wide
minds not yet knowing
our voices not yet strong.
At 14 I explored ever corner of my soul ,
I memorized every milestone, heartbreak and path that lead me to my being,
At 15 my world was overruled by the truth,
I knew nothing,
We run further into the night
The city lights gleaming, city lights singing
We live for now because the time is right
The promise of youth and its inevitable time being
I once saw a picture of a couplewho were as happy as can be. The white gown, alstroemerias, and uniform made them prettier than you and me. Their smiles were crimson like fruitwhich attracts all at the height of spring.
And the scars from the blade that remain on the wrists of an elderly Mrs. Strange have faded...
She smiles knowingly as if reading my thoughts
The distactions of youth abated...
The eyes alone tell the tale.
I am afraid of the dark and falling and those shadows you see in the corner of your eye.
And all of these fears probably stem from that time when I was young,
Remember the timeRemember thenThat instance,When, oh when
Our youth, when we did what we didDidn’t care, didn’t giveInto the pressures, of parents or peersMan, those timesRemember?
These days are strange,
Everyday I wake with a new pain.
At times I dont know how to feel.
I look at you, you keep me sane, is it okay if I use your name in vain?
I feel fooled, like i'm being played.
meeting him as a kid,
cold and indifferent,
but mostly confused and scared,
i took him under my wing:
isaac.
dull dead eyes,
gray skin dotted with red sores,
The thing that I admired,
That was my role model,
it cradled my cold body,
it tucked me in at night
It still takes care of me sometimes
and makes me forget that-
This Feeling Is Such A Pain.
When beginning this poem
I had an epiphany:
I don’t know what healthy love is supposed to look like
The prompt- “Because I love you”
Only reminds me of a harsh November sadness
What is this cloud that hangs over my head?
It follows me like some form of dread,
Waiting, watching, readying the strike.
I fear the moment it drops its impaling spike.
He gave me a story,
A tell of a boy who had a crush,
On a girl he gave laudatory.
He was smart,
With a mind like a labratory,
And he even drew art.
The girl had to go,
For me,
you were a miracle,
a secret,
untouchable, youthful,
my favorite metaphor,
but it turned into the darkest poem,
you took what I had to give,
until there was nothing left,
Success is indeed great
but don't let it get into your head
or next time fall behind rate.
When wrong remember to say "sorry"
because its lack took from people,
their hard earned glory.
They wonder why,
why we can't sleep at night,
tell us such pretty lies,
why we can't sleep at night,
the anti depressants are too tight,
acid and synthetics wearing off,
haze of something crimson,
i used to hate to say "i love you."
i had a girlfriend a year ago; she was pretty and sweet and i don't know if i loved her. i broke up with her because i thought i loved her.
what does that say about me?
i am young
i live and breath
with days to come
and time i don't need
my bones will break
with fickle force
and a constant requirement
to make a choice
in my youth,
To this day and hours ahead
For each gaze and every word
Living a lie and creating lead
No such fright can take that of the word
Creating and deceiving
Those that bring it all
When I say "homeless," what do you see?
Someone dressed in dirty clothes, out on the street?
Someone with a cup, asking for change so they can eat?
Someone who struggles to get back on their feet?
Inhale and exhale
We breathe, but better when we sleep.
And move, as though a boat set to sail.
I miss that time
when people looked at pigeons,
dancing with the wind.
Now there's too much crime.
In my mind...
I wonder about, "the life of pigeons"
About to clock into work.
These shoes are digging into my feet.
They are black,
with elastic straps to tighten them.
I walk to the punch clock.
I reach out to touch the keys.
He died when he was a boy.
(Peter breaks through)
Golden child of all his siblings:
(the shadow.)
beloved, beautiful, anchored
I shall condone in your game of foolery to lead
Those in close vicinity down the winding path
Of the secrets and the truths
All things produced in our time to satisfy
Keep the young mind at bay from growth
I miss when nights used to drip from the sky. When parties moved in slow motion and we drank with angst and expectation. Everything is so steady now–I’m restless.
All the dark colors,
Bind me to the ground,
Trapped with the memories
I hate and fear the most.
Burn me to ashes,
And when the wind blows,
My death is everywhere.
All the dark colors,
Well, let us start off with an essential cliché.
They are, indeed, essential, you know?
Anyhow, once upon a time…
And I cannot truthfully say: in a kingdom, far away.
He’s taken the lead
Left me in the dust I raised
But he’s still looking at me, pulling me through instead
The world he’s lived in, explosions of color and haze,
There is a spray tan in the oval office.
I don’t want to hear from the Tangerine Man about his wall.
The word ‘them’ has a greater capacity to separate people than any wall.
O beautiful for standard tests,
For health worth less than grades,
For against what the kids request
Upon us stress cascades!
America! America!
Do not tell me I did not love this place
The home in which I live
These things that I've done in its name
Are not yours to forgive
For weren't we just children
Who loved a place too much
I want to live till thirty
Before my bones crumble into dust
I want to live till thirty
Before I stare out of ancient eyes
I want to die young
Before the pain becomes unbearable
I cant do this anymore,
Death is knocking upon my door.
I cut deeper and deeper,
I see the eyes of the real Grim Reaper.
I wield my blade like a weapon in defense,
She's the type of girl
That everyone would desire
Long hair, beautiful
So many do admire
But what you see on the outside
Really doesn't matter
Cause she's hurting inside
Ready to die
I find myself stroking your cheek
Before I even have the chance to speak
I catch myself mid-stare
Tangling my fingers in your hair
I feel embarrassed, realizing
To me your touch is tantalizing
When I was a kid,
I used to watch horror movies with my dad
I would shake with fear, with my teary eyes hid.
He would tell me:
“You have to distinguish
The reels from reality.”
we are
america the brave
do you see us?
we are here
feet pressed firmly into american soil
and we will not back down
these are my sisters and my brothers
What would you do if this happened to you?
Wake up in a room with no one else left to hold
With no one but yourself and these thoughts all alone
This is the evolution of our generation:
Documentation of instant gratification,
Social media exploitation,
Gender roles and misrepresentation.
Few things shape a persons psyche
In a year like a lover
and the first to entice thee
Sixteen shaped me through a love I lost
At the time keeping up no matter the cost
The birth of my brother
a ten-second tears falls
from bleak but truthful faces
with a poultice-like mask
from mistaken-youth places
what are the choices to change,
stop for 30 days, complain
Tonight, your palm will shake above mine,
Your fingers will feel me sweat between mine,
My fingers will feel the bump of your wrist,
you wanted to see my room
you burned
so sweetly underneath
you sat like fallen leaves
laid bare
the trees outside my door
Do you ever get that feeling The feeling of wanting to fly But your wings are broken Every word unspoken Do you ever get that feeling The longing desire to run But your legs are paralyzed Your nerves are tranquilized Tell me the truth As my so
why have I become so dependent on something so temporary?
why does my happiness bank on your warm touch
why can’t I smile unless you hold me
Those moments of immortality
they hit us in bursts;
bold
bright
beautiful
remiding us that we are the stars that shoot across the night sky
the storms that rage against the gulf shore.
They say to us,
"This generation knows nothing,
they're only children,
what do they know?"
But they don't know the battles we've fought,
the fear we faced,
the weights on our shoulders.
This spring is dry
It’s cold on a summers day
The leaves are still
Although they are not here to stay,
Humanity dipped in grey dye
The words " I love you "
"I" sounds so selfish.
And "Love" is over used.
"You" always depends on who you're talking to.
Is it real?
Is it fake?
By chance,
Or by fate?
Took my youth for granted
Now I’m stuck in a sandpit of broken dreams and neglected responsibilities
My mind is constantly telling me that I can do better
But no matter what
I want to walk.
I want to run.
I want to fly.
I also want to fall.
But I never ever want to stop.
happiness is being 4 years old and thinking happiness is spelled 'happyness'
it's thinking mommy and daddy will always love each other
it's elementary school carnivals in the fall
Buzzing with your rainbow dreams
All those diamond cities scream
Is everything just what it seems?
Golden people planning schemes
In eighth grade, we had Science class together. You had sat in the row behind me until the seats were switched and we became partners.
Do you know what I would give to be partners with you again?
We each have our own weight to bearphysical, emotional, spiritual we do not careThe thought that our weight could crush othersIs why we do not share
The human eyes allow us to see
and the spiritual one allows us to perceive.
As a result, I wake up with desire to grow up to be,
is the greatest instiller in all of history.
For so messy a tongue in a body so young - for such stumbling, stupefied, neat bouts of mumbling;
Written Expression
Stuck.
Brick barriers of muddy membrane.
Imprisoned.
Caged by my thoughts and identity.
Black, young, and Christian.
we learn to hate
to slice and maime
to choose our possessions
and keep souls bound and chained
every mortal wants to be immortal
every one wants to be free
what is keeping us so imprisoned
In the grace of the dawn
I rose,
With the sun,
To read a book of prose.
Before the early morning light had gone,
In the grace of the dawn
I rose,
With the sun,
To read a book of prose.
Before the early morning light had gone,
PART I:
just.
one.
breath.
For that is all it takes
-In and out-
To escape the chaos
and relieve the doubt.
Mom was only twenty-eight when she moved in this house in 1977,And she lived here until she moved to Sneedville, Tennessee in 2011.Mom was beautiful at twenty-eight and she was still beautiful at sixty-four.
Hi there. It's me, your father/mentor/master-plumber/older-self. If it's all right with you, I'd like to drop some knowledge on your head. At the time of writing this I'm 18 years old.
Hi there. It's me, your father/mentor/master-plumber/older-self. If it's all right with you, I'd like to drop some knowledge on your head. At the time of writing this I'm 18 years old.
There are many detriments about my city
I won't say the name because I'd rather show you
There are killings back to back
Cops kill civilians, civilians kill civilians, civilians kill cops
It felt like we were stepping out of a coming-of-age fantasy
An assault on my senses, the sensation was too much to bear.
We walked into the cracked pavement that was washed under the sun
There was a summer long ago
Endless days, filled with space
We played and swam and knew no woe
Never left the monopoly board
My friend was Tommy; I still see his face.
Full of grace, just thirteen years
When I was younger, life meant forever.
Forever was an orange.
Lingering pith strands
stuck beneath nail beds.
Palms faintly yellowed
from the mist
which clung to clothes like a child.
I'm here don't, don't cry, I haven't learned much in school yet, but I know how to say don't cry. I'm here, its alright, I know you don't think I know what's going but he's strong he'll be alright.
What makes you happy?
Is it waiting for innocent victims in a dark alley?
To rob them off their security?
Or is it waking up early,
And make your hands dirty,
As you toil for your family?
plesant as a peach
baby from the beach
not a lot on her mind, just pockets full of lost dimes
little red rocket crusing down the street
the sun and its heat, keep making her scabs sting
sweaty and petty
Child, I have been around for a long time.
Long enough to comprehend the importance of home.
As the bells in my heart chime,
I remember the place where I was born.
East or west, that place is best.
I am Poetry
I envision my life as lyrics to music
Ahhh the floetry
P for Powerful
I am powerful with the words that I write
My tongue is the sword that shines when there is no light
In the dusty suburbs of a forgotten Mississippi town,
An old man waters his lawn-
Watching
Watering
Watching
The neighbor kids, how they run with such agility.
Coveting
Craving
Coveting
I remember when I wrote my first poem.
I was 8 years old.
I had just processed the loss of my father.
I had never before felt so alone
So hurt
So empty
So lost.
Bell Glass
I try to cross the thresholdsI try to shovel poetry in glass bottles eaten by the seaSome BellJar note washed ashore,some ancient hand had written
Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz
The picket-fathers of modern psychoanalysis
And medicine
Gnashing our flaws away in gory applause
One still night,
In some stolen moment passed,
From my slumber
Mountained a hush and,
From this hush,
Rose death
His calloused grip
Sent Fear slowly soaking
Down from my scalp
Our youth is young and fleeting
Burned on lined papers
Galloping through heavy winds
Like a spring leaf freshly flown
Twisting and darkening
On its way down
We set fire to ourselves
I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to play dead
Being blind and not even knowing it
Daily activities going through life in a daze
Running, always chasing trying not to be caught
King Arthur
I use to imagine being a warrior
whose being was entirely engulfed.
With a silver knights’ suit like King Arthur,
When I was a young girl
Is when I first noticed
My bashfulness got in the way
I had so many thoughts that swirled in kalediscopes and
So many dreams that were swinging high above the trees
You don't need my confession
To know that I'm struggling with depression
it follows me everywhere I go
and I wish it wouldn't show
I can bury my face in other things
Everyone wants to be beautiful.
Nobody recognizes true beauty until it's gone.
It's just like the old saying,
"you don't realize what you've got until it's gone".
It's the same for beauty.
To you, mom, I think depression is not understanding.
It’s not hearing me when I cry silently at dinner, but instead, reprimanding.
Me? It’s not my fault, see, I hold back my breaths, I keep it in
In the moments of doubt and uncertainty leapt off your tongue and spilled over into the thin air resulting in the warmest embraces and the wisest words exchanged allowing you to fall gently asleep in your darling fairy room lying your little head
To the leaders of Traction
I am a witness to your love in action
love exceptional
intentional
If those walls could talk,
I know what they'd say;
It'd be no comfort to families,
Whose lights've gone away.
For when sky fades to black,
And blues turn to grays,
And gun's life-taking crack,
We are just kids who can't stop the voices of our demons. Too tired from trying to keep ourselves sane, we are out on the edge not caring if we fall, we are heroes
I see you, when you see me
I see trees dancing to the wind’s rhythm
I see children making music in the park
I see water moving down the mountain’s back
It's the chick who used to sit on stairs of University High
Walked the halls at lunch time, searching for peace of mind
Because at home I didn't fit in, a real black She
Hatred and distrust run deep when we don't say the right things.
Even deeper when we don't mean the right things.
It's hard to say everything you need to when you can see that your loved ones despise you.
As I grow and learn and mature
in a world
where all number of things
(but especially people)
are sorted and labeled,
shoved into boxes like leftovers
into too-small containers,
All I need is a chance to be heard and understood,
Not to be the mistake child who everyone talks about.
Not to be making six-digits and have nothing to spend it on.
Not to be living your dreams for you.
Listen, I’m tired of pretending
I’m tired of pretending that just because I’m young, I don’t know anything
I’ve been through stuff that would blow your mind
In 5th grade, I remember it
On the shores of here and gone,
a never ending line
sunlight shining off her hair
and dancing off her eyes.
Palm trees sway in seafoam green,
I don’t know what love
is in words
I know I feel it
so well it hurts
I don’t know if you
Are the only one I’ll love
In this particular way
But I know that you
Are living in my mind
A little girl with a neatly tied bonnet eagerly gathers the strawberries.
She rejoices the growing collection in her pail.
Except the little girl is a young woman now.
Pull heartstrings while you pull Hamstrings,
Make me feel your presence in it's entirety.
Lungs aren't full enough for you to linger this long, but
I don't care if you don't, and
There was a month where I smelled like cigarettes. You were the month that I tasted like misplaced jokes, who's punch-line snaked around my jaw;
You told me I made you feel the way
I feel when I draw circles under my tongue,
but I'm not very good with new concepts.Driving the nails into the coffin of my inhibitions,
Going to college is frightening, but there are more frightening things in the world.
Growing up is exhilarating, but there are things we can miss on the way.
What happens when caps and gowns become funeral garments to the mourning?
Eulogies being given by the Valedictorian
To a student body adorned by honor’s sashes tear stained
She was always different
Not in the way of the kid in class whose only friend was imaginary
And not in the way of the most popular girl, with a posse catering to her every whim
Twirling swirly my slurred
Speach stood still
I'm alive don't worry
Phone-call-two-in-the-morning
The sense of furnished living rooms mourning
And when candid twisted words tie tongues
The eyes he holds you with, your red lipstick,
Nicotine fingers draped summer's leather
The rain found structure the candle's flame flicks.
Stepping in wet paint; your drippy leasure.
Hey, You!
Yeah you
I know who you are
You're the big old empty shell of me that real life and real stuff doesn't mar
You're the face that I take off at night
My double when I am under the bed
little girl playing in rain puddles
herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky
raincoat swish-swish
wellies squeak and slurp
hungry beasts
gold hair, bright eyes
clueless and naive.
I am a foster youth, I am the voice of countless others
Though my lips speak, this is the voice of my sisters and brothers
The voice of those that are still silent in despair
Slow down slow down
No reason to get all worked up on this
Take your time, take your time
Never thought you'd be worrying over this
Money's a lie, it's a lie
Don’t act like I’ve ever been okay.
Because it’s in the smile when I’m angry
The straight lips you demanded when you couldn’t take more
The obedience you looked for
It’s all in me
and it is me
“Go with your gut feeling."
I don’t feel anything
Except the heat from my brain
Coupled with the pain of thinking of him
Cause I can’t, Won’t let myself stop thinking of you
Many hearts will come and FALL
BUT MY greed will remain steady
Cypress Delva
Residing by the wayside
The breeze whispering on my face
And once again I felt a soft pressure upon my lips; a gentle phantom kiss.
Have you been thinking of me as I have for you?
A lovely breeze passes by, surrounding me with your scent.
Waking up in the Ocean of Noise,Smoke and Dirt
All I think was, Is it not going to death but No its already part of me
Looking at my street all I could see
Holes and it depth
Puff Puff Puff !
Once a Guy told me
I'll continue to Puff for weeks cuz this weed not weak
It makes me stronger.
I told him he might Die of Hunger
He Started whispering I started to wonder
Oh brother!
Can I ask what you looking for
But wait for some sec Lemme tell u wat Am Looking For.
I wish I could Fly like a Bird
What am looking for i'll Continue Looking for till I become white beard
everybody wanna live forever
YEAH!
Everyone lives forever .
Death is just a transportation to the real life u've been sleeping all this while .
So be ready cuz this life Is an illusion or should I say its a dream.
When I was a little girl,
I quickly took to finger painting.
It seems that many still enjoy
Tracing brush strokes across my deepest canvases.
If you look closely you will find:
I feel wild tonight.
Fast as the wind and as free as air.
Can't catch me, try as you might,
She was a beautiful gleam of light –that
last bit of gleaming sunset that strikes
through the sky like the chiming ring of
a spoon on fine crystal. She was a lone
dandelion seed floating on the breeze,
Imaginative skulls
passionate for creating the unknown
for what they seek within
we are the youth
wasting our young years or
creating our biggest fears
angry at the world
From a tender young age
we are told to
respect our elders By our elders
So from what age
My life displayed upon a screen-
I live behind a filter;
I never say what I think.
I’ve been trained to keep my mouth shut,
but my lips glossed and pink.
Without the social media, I am like all the rest.
We are not the hormones in our blood
Nor are we sex driven maniacs.
There is a method to our madness
Whether you choose to see it or not
And we are begging you to
Open your fucking eyes!
He and I make plans to run away together
We talk until we fall asleep every night
We take the clichés and we fix them up real pretty
like they’re ours.
The expectations are set,
before we even come into the world.
-
We see things as a threat,
before we know what flag they hold.
-
We refuse to accept everyone,
before we get to know them.
These days
We wait
For something to happen
We wait for Fridays
We wait to be seniors
We wait to go to college
We wait for the perfect relationship
We wait for happiness
We are all born to sin
we all do
by age ten
we done lied and even stolen too
by age fifteen
for most kids
have seen things that weren't meant
to be seen
and those sights cannot be rid
children are innocent
until they're introduced
into this society
and all the pain takes their innocence
the insolence and villainous
these young kids, they have such vigilance
Why do they stare a me like I'm so different?
Is it because my skin color is the color of warm hot chocolate mom would make for me and my siblings on a cold morning
Who is this youth?
A lie hides the truth
small truths hide big lies
Who is this youth?
The world has become full of destruction
Going on a downward spiral causing an eruption
All the people filled with anger and hate
Make it hard to earn your keys to the holy gate
As a seed we learn and soak in experiences and hurt.
Our growth is formed solely in our direction whether we follow the light of the sun or the dark of the room.
But to learn in the right we must be taught by another.
Lovers hold hands
So instead let’s hold feet
Hands can let go
But feet chain us free
We’ll walk about town on our
Blistered black hands
But we’ll never stray far; our ankles
Made friends
Apologies for my doubts. I was never meant to be trusted.
Believe me, you looked a lot like a boomerang,
But there’s nothing worse than sitting alone on the seesaw all year.
The riddles that ring,like the telephones from now and the pastThe dialing of the words that spin in a continuous circle, they always lastAnd when you answerYou want to know why they called
One voice
speaking out to the world
I speak for the youth that are constantly being silenced
Freedom to speak
confused as violence
my words, can be used as a form of protest
It's the gaurana, the crickets,
the dust bunnies gaurding curtains, gates to a kingdom of ants on a windowsill.
It's the tangled, ragged ropes, once daisy chains
with wide, flattened faces
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,
miami,
And i hope i cross your mind like AI.
I hope one day you'll see the way I
Look at you and tell you you're beautiful.
Your beauty turns me into a fool.
Because,
A suffering child shall not cry.
A suffering child shall not let a tear run down their cheek to stain the soft brown skin that child was once felt comfortable in.
You told me that youth is wasted on the young,
But I never asked for this.
I asked for help.
I asked for love.
I asked for self-control.
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,
When I was growing up, I was told to always fight for what I believe in. Whether it's for the greater good or for sin. But when I entered school, I was told to think differently. To just be a good person and not to express myself publicly.
Smells like Teen SpiritWashing up on the shoreTangled in sins, drums that beat no more Feels blueReaching into my chestReleasing my heart from my breast
Tears roll down my cheek.
They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert,
Whisking away the filth and barrenness,
Revealing the rich brown underneath.
Your laugh is a million fireflies,
your heart is a sunny breeze,
your dreams are like a telescope,
and tears that dread a sea.
Your love is a vapor of ones own bliss,
300 years of slavery,
300 years in chains,
One hundred years of bravery,
This finally led to change.
Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign,
Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
I try to stay away from you
But you keep on coming back
I see the desperation
but I do not give a flack
You're a crazy creepy stalking pig
who I want far, far away
but you just seem to return to me
The Logic Of Todays Youth
Many Young People Today are in great disposition
Simply because we refuse to defer from sin
You see its not that we don't know any better
our makeup grows thicker and thicker
as the love for ourselves wears thin
villing our voids left by heart ache and pain
with eyeliner and liquid skin.
We all fear the most inevitable of outcomes
The day our lungs give out and the blackness swallows us
Swallows us like the pills we used to cling desperately to
Chemical reactions determine how I shape my words on this page.
Internal flickers and quarks determine how many times I blink while processing my thoughts.
Dear Dollar Dahlia,
My childhood was spent in your bloom.
I plucked your purples and pinks
Reds and oranges and yellows
For my mother and for the table
I put your blossoms in my hair
FROM MY YOUTH COMES GREAT WISDOM.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES OUR FUTURE.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES STRENGTH.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES POWER.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES SOUL.
LIFE, BEAUTY, AND LOVE COME FROM THE ROOTS OF MY YOUTH.
Assuming our full understanding
is complete with moronic fallacies
With Wars fought and won on their hands,
a continued sense of superiority,
With pen and parchment,
Iwalk in No Mans Land,
Who is society to distinguish what is right and wrong? Is it size, weight, appearance, or personality that defines us? We judge, we look, we quickly decide within the first ten seconds who that person is.
I fell in love with you when you asked me a question
I fell inlove with the spaces between each word you breathed
I fell in love with how nervous you were
Hesitation
then laugh
Hesitation
What is a life? Measured in the days, milestones? We rent the time on this earth, so we measure in love.
After death a life only continues in memories. You will be forgotten if you are “idle”.
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
No one knows what to expect at birth.
I didn’t choose this life, life choose me
It's just meant to be.
No one can choose,
I had to learn to adapt
It was either that, or end up on my back.
When I was eighteen, I had my first anxiety attack.
Alone.
In my room.
11 PM
Crying, gasping, my heart felt like it was going to die.
I wish someone had told me when I was thirteen
“Don’t forget how to make these explosions, you’ll miss them later”
“Don’t let people ignore you because you’re young”
What was it like to be 17?
It was never feeling good enough.
It was laughing for hours until my sides hurt
It was being terrified about my future
To the black and white minstrel
Capped in red
Drumming a ballad of beat
In a forest ballroom with ceilings of leaves
Capped in red
Autumn trees stand tall
Girl stands alone in her bathroompleading for solace.Eyes lock on the mirror,the reflection of a girl with possibilities a mere stain.She is there,she exists,in every corner that Girl turns.
Every Day, Every Minute....
People get bullied
Every day,
Every
Minute.
Most bullies don't stop to think,
"Are they really getting hurt by what I do?"
Some see no wrong in it.
I am disheartened by the large decline
In the vocabulary choices made
By others who are posting things online
I wonder how their English papers grade…
I like to open books that smell with age
A noose of ignorance and gallows of derogation set up for the distinct,The blaze of the stares just as severing as if it been the blade of an ax.Gagged by the silence, and hands bound by injustice,
You open your eyes and the world around you seems so beautiful
A blue sky with white clouds above during the day
A dark purple sky with glittering stars at night
There is a force within you that you do not comprehend
The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet.
Since I was young I looked up to the stars.
The second to the right my eyes did meet.
And though the twinkling speck seemed very far
Holding back,
No longer allowing slack
Pulling in the reigns
On this issue that is causing me so much pain
If I could create a world, would color be in it?
If I could change The World i Would change our generation from being Vanity slaves to Vanity owners of inspiration, the found hope of
Wealth, it's such an illusion. Seeing it on TV causes us confusion. The rich sitting and doing nothing but indulging in luxuries. Never revealing the hard work put into their companies. Every effect has a cause.
Society
Society commandeers every bit of our lives
We would never live as hermits
Or make our homes out of living trees
Life seems so long when your young
Youth has a way of smiling on everything
All things hold your attention if even for a moment
Minutes pass by like hours and you cant wait until a new opportunity
kiss me softly
with your spirit when you sleep
let's slip into warm bliss and
drift away
caress my hips, hold my hand
Steel rafts of ocean hands
Pearl into icy depths
Piercing through its smooth skin
Breaking the shocks of energy
Through thick blue
I come from the Bottom, I told all my family and genuine friends that I got them. I'm determined to make it, nobody is going to give me anything so I have to take it.
It’s boring, it’s all boring.
That’s what I tell myself.
Then I remember a quote
from a source I never cared to research
that says
Only boring people get bored
A quaint platitude for the
stragley hair that won't straigten
freckles that makeup can't cover up
chapped lips
"oops I broke a nail"
uneven toes
too small of eyes
stubby fingers
"I'm not skinny enough"
Tell me,
Tell me how whole we are
An unbroken family unit, no longer bent on space between calls.
Remind me how intimate our ties are
Forged by your flights of anxiety and his fights with insanity.
Sometimes I still dream
Of the days
When my hair was the color of Straw
When my cheeks were
Red
Because the blood still ran
I dream of days when I was a Child
This world is spinning out of control
The doubts are coming over me
pulling me no where but down.
The society's perfections
got me questioning my complexions.
Stand tall and march with confidence,
Do not breathe fear or the enemy will sense it,
When you bleed you are only to bleed victory,
Shoot the enemy, young soldier
But young soldier, keep in mind,
Just becasue I'm young,
Doesn't mean I'm stupid,
Doesn't mean I'm less,
And doesn't mean I don't have feelings.
Just because I'm young,
Doesn't mean I can't,
Doesn't mean I'm reckless,
The will to youth is
Thought out brashness and youthful exuberance
Without fearlessness
Forc-ing creat-ivity and adversity
We supermen born
The Dawning- An Original Poem by Catelin Haight
Time marches on,
Or so I'm told
This Body is young
This poem does contain footnotes on the bottom that may be used for clarification since there are many obscure references.
Afraid to start a new
I buried myself in gray.
Bound to lose myself and all senses;
I found you, my radiant, blinding light
Your exquisite aura inticing, I reached for you.
Clean, innocent
Unaffected by time
Full of laughter, dreams
imagination, and life
Antebellum...
But no, no it's ending
Erasing that clean beginning
Growing up ain't as fun as you think
No one can prepare you for the
Zits, quips, stink of uncertainty
The fog that overtakes, blinds, defines you
Picks you up and clouds your judgment,
It is true things come easy
for those who are young,
when it hits them to run,
having no regard for the course
life sets before them.
Instead, a different course
Remember—
Walking in the sand,
wiggling tiny bits and particles,
between your toes,
looking out beyond the waters,
toward the horizon
To where your dreams are directed
The hearts of youth are unlike others
They are in existence for a time in which they chose,
And incomparable to the time in which our old age is recognized.
We feel as though youth is a treasure which is stolen easily,
It's easy to parallel with the crowd, to follow their crooked steps
yet
young ones cry out
INSPIRE ME... to be different.
INSPIRE ME... to love myself.
INSPIRE ME... to embrace truth.
I don't think I care anymore,at least - not today.Today I could be the life within timid embers, old and forgotten, and still feel meaningful. As I am surely put out by hergargantuanGothicboots,
Watched the news today
It said a ten year old girl
Witnessed her parents get gunned down
My eyes began to swell
You were a kid once, you once had teachers of your own for many months
Now you're teaching for an income, is it your passion, is it even fun?
Look at you sitting behind that desk, acting all high and mightyWe are not your toys to fuck withWe are human beingsWe are teenagers, hormonal brats that need help during this crucial time
Just one person
Hardly lacking in passion
But couldn’t possibly take the action
Stuck in a box
With nothing but your thoughts
Trying to make a move
But you haven’t got a clue
I'm tired of pretending I'm happy.
I'm tired of pretending I'm okay.
I'm tired of pretending I don't care,
when there's so much more I could say.
I'm crying out, but no one hears.
7:20
Late, herded into a room deprived of civilizations air,
Filling my brain with the mans gloom or so we all presume.
You and I drove 85On a road that read 40Miles per hour.We were racing to seeWho would be the firstTo die.
What are we doing? Wasting time? Buying time to just feed on insecurity. I don't make you glow. You look at me with dull eyes.
You stand at the board and you sit at your desk
You only care about deadlines and scores on my test
You mark up my papers, you stay after class
You couldn't care less if I actually pass
Youth is a thorny, yet delightful flower.
The mistakes made in youth are vexatious, life lessons to learn.
We can bloom beautifully with rapture, or grow bitterly by the hour.
It's already 12 o'clock in the morning and I still have that essay to write.
Do I finish graphing linear equations or study atomic structure?
"Why didn't you do your homework?" you ask.
With so many things I wish I could say,
to all of my teachers day after day,
I cross all my T's, and dot all my I's,
to get a good job, so I won't serve fries.
Enough with Macbeth, or Chaucer's old tales,
When teachers stopped sleeping on the tables,
Eating dinner in the cafeteria,
Brushing their teeth in the bathroom,
On a horse, gallopingat full speed. A giraffeto the left; a lion chasing.Around and aroundyou go on my carousel.You do not know me butso many of your naturehave passed through here
Eternity is set in my eyes. Throwing chaos and knowledge at the world. I fly above you now with the ancient wind beneath my wings. I whisper into your immature dreams and say: "Robbed of my innocence. No more time to play.
The water. It crashes over perfectly glazed-over, deep grey sand gently-- striving not to crack the breathtaking surface of reflections.
The sun. It sinks quietly into the majestic purple and nectarine colored sky like silk.
I write you this letter as I lay belly-down on the now very faded hammock in our backyard. The same hammock you and I would lay on for hours telling stories and sharing secrets.
You walk in the room
My hands begin to shake
You look at me
My heart pounds
I can feel it fighting to jump through my skin
You begin to speak
The truth is your too flirty,
Your suppose to be my Teacher, confidant, n support me
and here you are acting all dirty
truth is you have no morale for the school and dislike kids
Thanksgivng in Rehab
Another addict at The Lodge
It is myself I can no longer dodge
But what have these drugs really done?
'Tis the time of year for friends and fun
driving down the windy road
back to the place I used to know
little house on the river bend
the four of us used to play pretend
Beautiful girl to come home toYou’re on the roadCan’t wait to see you
Another trip, back in timeFeeling young, feeling fine
Keep chasing that feelingYou’re addicted to
That feeling of youth22
Golden amber drips over the supple rising of skin
Made crisp by the summer’s sun, droplets catch in the curves of her lashes
“Never” floats through the breeze
You are debating, misstating, creating
Facts and figures that sounds so nice.
I am waiting, we are waiting,
My generation is weighting
You play the part because you're in a knight's tale
but the tale of the night
he OD'd on prescription drugs
sidesteps
the uphill staircase
to the fact that we need the pill in the first place
In the beginning of this love affair with poems
I learned I
was empowered
by the way words flowed from my pen.
I saw that
it was a unique talent that
not many got
and fewer choose to practice.
We pull up in our truck
beach boys pour out of speakers
our surfboards in back
race to the sound of the waves crash
Surfers gather all around
like the seagulls on the buoys
We are the wild reckless youth
Dismissing any thought to atone
Ignorant to the lessons of couth
We hide amid a collapsing throne
The air smothered in smog
The birds don't sing like they used to.
Then again, it's not surprising,
must have the Memphis blues.
The echoing screams in the streets
Children crying in the background
What is time anyway?
I remember being at this very place
2 other times; the small fountain
Near the trolley station.
It’s a public place, it doesn’t
Hold a particular significance to me.
Desires are a deep thirst
Always there
Water quenches
Dreams are saltwater
Appear to quench
in the end
only worsen
Taking hopes
Twisting them
This moment is fleeting
I keep thinking about how I'll miss my brother once I leave for school again
forgetting that the little time I do have is spent soliciting my worries to future dates
Hartford is a storm.
Hartford is a rainbow.
Hartford is a concrete rose garden
That when the sun washes over the streets
They grow.
As youth, we wish youth away,
We wish to be older, for our adult days.
To move away from home,
To live self-instructed lives,
To have our freedom and not worry about our parent guides.
they scream "we're not drunk enough!"
so I give them the golden liquor of death
150 proof and an extra bottle of gin to control their djinns
some ginseng on top so they sing sweetly
Its up to the youth to create something new.
We enter into a world our parnts grew.
Learn from the past and we shall improve.
Leave a trace of our existance in time
The rising sun is georgously warm
The world is is innocent and true
At the peek of day the world takes form
and the innocence passes through
at the end of the day
we sleep it away
In the dark sky
No one hears her cry
There's no one to call
Her tears continue to fall
Her broken heart
Is a work of art
To give in within
the social norms
and forget how we were before
would be asking the impossible,
creating the identity, masked
hide the dignity,
and forget the past.
The red glow of the sun beat heavily on the barren sky. Cloud might have blocked it from view but the glow of its aura could be seen faintly in the sky, as heat manifested the air.
While walking down the street one day
I heard a small boy cry
Why hath this life have no meaning
And why do people die
I thought to myself
"oh small boy everyone asks someime"
Brittle bones, shaking hands, forgotten.
Sits broken like the world,
spotted with age, wrapped in folds of time.
At the brim ready to escape. To run from lips
cracked and dry, the concrete that traps us.
This is a message to my generation; it seems we’re falling into condemnation, subtly but surely losing our concentration, losing our determination to seek God and witness His manifestation in our lives, too busy with our infatuation with TV, video
I was the sweater you put on after Summer,
when the weather started to get colder.
You were the voice I tuned on my car stereo,
every night when I left home.
The beast in me has woken up. The howling of the light that shone through my soul untied the knot of frenetic encapsulation.
Tell me about the time you almost pinned youth to the ground
How she laughed in bell tones before she cried
Before she told you that her time was almost up
That was when you noticed the bruises, didn't you?
We are a group of aimless souls
Without any goals
Children lost to technology
Living as if they have had a lobotomy
I wish for a challenge, someone to reach out
I have reason to pout
A decade is a long time; it could not be made up for the past time.
Depression is walking through my mind, and it makes me go blind.
My crying heart is not healed; it still suffers from its open sealed.
I am young.
Thinking more of girls, than of grades,
I take the time to ponder lips of pink-ish red, soft and moist,
Glossed with the scent and color of strawberries,
With curvaceous beauty, with supple sensitivity.
I am from beloved dolls, from bubble wands and crabapple trees.
I am from bright colors and playful spirits,Bookshelves and stacked boxes.
I am from dandelions and low-branched trees.
I.
For the first time in a long while,
I went to my jewelry box, a place
Of cameos and my mother’s earrings,
And took out my necklace of delicate gold
And settled it on my collarbone
We are
infinitely clueless,
yet eager to learn more;
and smiles mean the world to us,
as loneliness can be so pervasive.
a finite beauty;
youth is giving way.
the diaphanous spirit
does not remain
naive, tender, passionate.
Time erases the smiles
and etches a crease between the brow.
Strange, isn't it?
when life proves wisdom
and exchange of wit
the strife in being dumb
calls us, so young. The
toils come over.
Hardships sung. We,
as youth, gave labor.
Time flies way too fast
There is no reverse
Youth is fleeting
My childhood is in pieces
Is this what reincarnation is for?
Re-do
Do over
Can I take everything I have done back?
I am from reading the wondrous books in the world,
the brilliant authors who write them and bring them to the curious world,
like magic.
Where the books are so strong and so powerful,
they can control my feelings.
A story never told is just Blank pages with possibilities
Causing the mind to begin racing, Ripping and Raving
Searching for an answer, amongst so many confusions
Today or Tomorrow, Tomorrow or Today?
I took the time off to think.
Think about how life would be if I went back to the past and did things differently.
Sometimes I feel like maybe life would be better if I wasn't here.
Suicidal thoughts? Never!
Beautiful, submissive, and enduring sufferer! You were the lamb imprisoned within a den of wolves. Abandoned in this world, you understood cruelty’s impermanence. The deepest admiration from my heart’s deepest vaults you summoned.
A blazon radiates from above
Upon the barren, bleak cave
Where reminiscent of lost love
Reflects within mystic waves.
Some people say love doesnt exist
Others say it is only found between a man and woman
if thats true then whats this im feeling
for a woman
Butterflies in result to that sweet sound
i call ur voice
A Child Alone
Thinking that they’re grown
But just another soul lost
Victim to the World’s Exhaust
The eyes, The cries,
The petty grins, and truthful lies.
They stand before me
as i try to rise
for i despise, these snicker flies,
eating away at my gracious prize.
for it is mine
it is quite devine
Im going to write to you to make your day go by faster. I had no one in this world or in my life I could be myself with or speak my thoughts to. I never knew how important that was until I found it with you.
Our poor forsaken generation
Focus...focus....focus
Man if I don't blow this it's like I can't focus
Feeling like I'm choking....but I know if I'm not blowing this
It was early December when I first met him.
He was a little timid at first,
He hid under the seat until the lights went dim.
He was as horrible as a curse.
I loved him.
Young and eager, but foolish and rash
Ready to begin anew in a world I barely understand.
Glittering with promise and intangible dreams
That I race to capture, I ache to believe, and get lost in.
I am a strange stirring in the night,
the way you feel when you’ve just awoken from a dream,
the tension of your misplaced affection.
They say to sit down,
want me to shut up.
They say I'm too young,
I can't know.
Tell me I'm ignorant,
I'm naive.
But I am experiencing,
right here, right now.
As long as you’re by my side,
The Distance matters not.
My heart is tied to yours
By strings of immortal trust.
Forever.
For always.
Standing atop the world,
Feeling the wind whirl around me,
I gaze into the distance.
Gradually the darkness is banished,
The stars fade to the glory of the golden globe
That rises high above me.
Remember when you took a lunch box to school?
Or do you remember getting wood chips in your hair?
Do you remember sitting in a booster chair?
What about when you used to ride in the grocery cart?
I'm so close but
too young
to get away.
3 more years for you
& 1 for me
but I'm willing to wait.
I can hide
like I have been:
in bookstore corners
& concert crowds
We,
like the forever wind, rage
like the gemstone sky, scare
like the diamond fire, sear
We are,
like a roaring train, a force
like her ocean eyes, electric
like the sun’s breath, gold
(poems go here) I ate PB&J and cookies and milk and candy on Halloween and hamburgers and hot dogs and not vegetables and cupcakes at Hartney’s party and went to the beach and built sandcastles and moats and walls and holes and skipped rocks a
I felt the frost on my tongue, because I was growing young and the sun didn't shine from the words I spoke. I kissed a flower as I smelled a delicate perfume and walked in a cold garden among a cold world.
Battered and worn down all day
Only to rise renewed with the moon
Temptation lurking in the heart
Leaking into our actions
Forgetting the pains of the past
And venturing forth into the new horizon
Be aware if you dare
stare i don't care
i have everything being my teddy bear
its ok if you dont like me
but i bet my life you wont doubt me
because i have potential like no other
Today I am 17, soon
to be 18 and it wont be long
until adults will respect me, youth
will reflect me. But I just sit here in my room
waiting for Peter Pan to come. Before
I am a lost child
Fighting for a lost cause
Of that lost generation
My people are often misunderstood
My people are often looked over
My people are lost
At least that’s how we’re described
Age
What can I do?
They say you're just a kid
You can't do anything about
This sounds like a direct
Challenge me and I'll show you what
We can do? A lot if we want it, we can
Get it? Yes, we can! Kids are
We can't wait to grow up
But it's time that we wake up
Growing is something that can wait
Because once you're old it's too late
Do what you can, be "Forever Young"
Listen to Jay, those words have been sung
