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Hey dad they say you love me they say you care
But hey dad why do i have to call
And hey dad am i gonna see you next fall
Your name never shows up on my phone
Hey little black boy I'm sorry, that the world has treated you this way. That they chewed you up and spit you out and left you astray. That they told you to be strong and show no emotion but when you did it was seen as weak and turned them off.
I used to say I didn't believe in happiness, that it was just some made-up feeling that would always leave me chasing some pigmented world where I never had to feel alone again.
When you’re naked there is nothing covered. Everything is on display. When you’re naked the thin or thick layer you once had are removed. The layers you once had no longer keep whatever you contained beneath it concealed. You are seen.
The strong pungent smell of petroleum crawls up my throat, it creeps up my skin, and into my bloodstream. It commandeers my head and pulls me away from the boisterous hallways of my school.
The strong pungent smell of petroleum crawls up my throat, it creeps up my skin, and into my bloodstream. It commandeers my head and pulls me away from the boisterous hallways of my school.
The strong pungent smell of petroleum crawls up my throat, it creeps up my skin, and into my bloodstream. It commandeers my head and pulls me away from the boisterous hallways of my school.
The strong pungent smell of petroleum crawls up my throat, it creeps up my skin, and into my bloodstream. It commandeers my head and pulls me away from the boisterous hallways of my school.
Flores, folhas, natureza!
Enfim domada e enjaulada em seus
compartimentos.
Praça: é um nome bonitinho
para zoológico vegetal.
Não quero praças, quero matas como elas são!
Come spend with me, a perfect day.
Join me, my love, though pass it may,
We can seize this day together.
Love,
Maybe you were only supposed to be here for a fleeting time
Those blackbirds that fly over East Coast waters
Dipping the tip of their wing into the waves
Love is beautiful when is mutual.
I am content because my heartbeat
rhymes with yours.
As the sun begins to wane I
Watch distance growing between
me and you.
I sit at my cafeteria table surrounded by many but feeling alone.
I look out upon the place that is supposed to be happy and fair, instead
I see girls that drink iced coffee for every meal,
The sun brightened the sky
All my worries lifted high
Many anxieties
My brain occupied
Some nights I feel I may cry
Day after day I say I feel fine
Heaven knows that is a lie
Little hands start in the sky.
Little hands press against her mother’s belly.
Little hands hold her face as she cries.
The greatest phenomenon known to man is the concept of love
When love is taught, it is taught to be regarded as gentle and kind
I’m not gonna lie, I’m really good at Improv, I’ll make sure to keep the vibe classical, Call me Ivan Pavlov. I won’t try to fill this piece with too much filler. Get to the point like it’s an FRQ, keep it Coach Miller.
In my youthful vision
I never saw a soul as full
As you, your pastel sneakers
Crooked teeth, on the bleachers
You and your imperfections
Adrift on this raft
Trying to help you understand a concept you just can’t grasp
When I say I’m fine
I’m not
There is a river of tears flowing inside me
Adrift on this raft
Trying to help you understand a concept you just can’t grasp
When I say I’m fine
I’m not
There is a river of tears flowing inside me
The pop.
When it materializes you go scream in fury but it makes you worry.
Because your life is a mess
And you're less than everyone else
Day one
Ordinary routine sweeps evenly through all jungle’s of concrete
It’s comfort fulfilled when snuggled into its tedious mold
the outdoors were in sound normalcy
The blood and tears that built the land are the same ones still hitting this sand
As I lay on the floor of this desert of oppression
thirsting for equality, my words making no connection
Covid won't get us, we live all the way in Alaska.
They've shut down travel.
There won't be a battle.
We’ll be back in school before you know it,
It comes like a wolf in the night hidden in the darkness of my mind
With no sign of attack but once it does it doesn't let go
It knocks the wind out of me and my chest tightens
It comes like a wolf in the night hidden in the darkness of my mind
With no sign of attack but once it does it doesn't let go
It knocks the wind out of me and my chest tightens
Why
Is there
So much work
That I
Have to do.
It feels like
I just learned to walk.
Why am I now applying to college.
Why
Why
Why
Why is money so important?
Why
Men should be able to make laws about women
Women should be able to make laws about men
We should all have the same respect for each other and try to understand each other
My mom always said I had thunder thighs so I grew up my whole childhood squishing my thighs and looking at hers and my sisters and seeing that I had the biggest thighs. I did have thunder thighs.
The ac and the lights would go out every so often. It was light enough outside that we could see. It got darker when we went under bridges. I wanted him here to hold me.
Ignorance is bliss. I was ignorant about myself. I hadn't realized how much I’d grown. I hadn't realized how much boys were staring. Until one of them asked for pictures. Asked if I took clothes off. I liked him and I thought he liked me.
I guess,
Perhaps it's cool and calm as it seems,
Hope one day it won't fade into something strange,
It is the voice of my heart that is writing this message,
Hoping life doesn't get hard,
I am from blue skies and green grass
From cotton candy clouds and big planes that fly over
I am from the big 2 story house at the start of the street on the corner
The Purpose of Living
Nature’s first green is gold.
New Dawn, it’s bright, it’s beautiful
You’re gold when you’re a kid.
Everything is new.
America is a black woman.
From the curves of her sides to the sway of her lakes, America is a black woman.
America is a black woman.
From the curves of her sides to the sway of her lakes, America is a black woman.
Im alone like i've been (trapped) since
Birth
Trying 2 unhearth my purpose in the d
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When I was a kid
By Olive GummersonDear Future Kid:
When I was a kid, the IPhone 1 came out in 3rd grade.
Alyssa Kirby
Unearth
I can’t help but fantasize about the suffocating serenity
that living underground would give me.
I used to wear headphones when going for a walk
But this was before I was beeped at, whistled at, shouted at, stared at
Now I stay vigilant, I stay aware
A new born baby
Sheds so many tears
Until his mother hugs him
To take away his fears
A toddler now in pre-school
Sheds ten tears a day
Stubs his foot sometimes
His mother hugs him
I'll probably never have time like this again. time to sleep, study, watching movies, repeat. I see people take this time to heal themselves, start fresh.
I had a dream that one day little black girls were able to proudly wear their crowns. Crowns constructed of textured, kinky curls thick as wool and shiny as molasses.
The day is anew,
With the sun dancing in the sky.
Although, I only look at you,
But I could never know why.
As the sun rises on, do you think of me?
It’s your birthday today
You are at work and I’m at school
We’re far apart, but you’re close to my heart
I love you, so I shout hurray
I feel her heart getting colder
I reach for her hand
Searching to feel her love
She pushes me away
There is so much weight on my shoulder
You have only known me while I grew up in a closet,
I feel like I’m alone, having no one to hold my hand,
No one to comfort me, or to tell me “I promise it’s going to get better!”,
When I’m looking back,
I feel I’m about to have a panic attack,
Memories are everywhere,
I saw an older gentleman today
He seemed down on his luck
Or maybe just coated in dirt and grime
The man quickly stared at me as well
He seemd to try and tell me something
He poked around his eye
I never thought getting lost would be so much better than finding home again, but here I am
The sky reminds me of your endless love and those clear water eyes I fell for harder than I could Jumping from mountains
It lurks in the darkness when it can assume that it is the only breath being taken
It skulks around its lands searching for a meal
All it knows is to devour through its path
Such as an arrow swiftly flies through the air
Mans greatest curse
Like the first fruit of folly
It sits right above our heads
Just far enough away for us to have to reach
But not so far That we can't grab it with ease
What is love but the autumn trees,
Falling with the winter breeze.
What is love but the anti-hate
That brings out the best in all who wait.
I give my heart to the essence of love,
The Sound
Notes, Tunes, Frequency, Vibration
The chills, The freeing Spirit
It heals, It inspires, It brings us to one
It can be really fun
Dancing Through Inspirations
By: Desiree Harris
2/6/2020
The seed started out sliding my feet to Micheal Jackson
I wish I could be a superhero
I wish I could heal all the wounds of the world
Make everything better
Fix all the evil that's unfurled
Black boy
Black boy
With little red truck toy
Growing up alright boy
Mama and daddy’s own joy
Falling for the man’s ploy
I've read the book The Little Prince.
I didn't quite understand it at first.
I've read it the second time since,
Understanding the pilot's thirst.
I realized it made fun of adults,
Numb, I try to get up but I sit blank.Can’t blink so I pinch myself, -“ok I’m awake.”It’s crazy, -sober or not I was wired to hallucinate.Shake it off like it’s just from bein up so late.
Life is like a flowing river
You can't touch the same place twice
A moment past is a moment gone
For the future is now, and the now has past
Better to take a shot and miss
Than to miss taking a shot
Here's the path, I know it well
And a thousand steps or more may tell
From where I come, to where I go
Past the deep and driving snow--
Through the valleys green and wide
my Mom's favorite song is the
one by Billy Joel, the
one about a certain state of mind.
my Mom likes to polka, she
likes to pretend that
She knows how
especially when She's
sad.
It all began you see,
next to that 80's model Jeep.
For years, we were meek.
Never did we speak.
Then one day you saw,
I didn't have it all.
Maybe you knew,
but how could you?
What inspires me is plain to see
I find it within the trees and sea
I find it in the bravery
of the past
And my hope for the future,most importantly
I find it in my family
I find it in my mother's drive
A mom is a hero.
Someone to be there when your down.
There when you have your mistakes and rough patches.
They will do anything to just make you happy even if their not.
By the Edge of the Water Sometimes you do things without knowing.The reactions you have are just easy going Until you stop in your tracks and, You start to look back.Then everything in your mind begins to go black Standing by the edge of the water
Inspired by the destruction of the community
Seeing people with low hanging heads dissapointed
Understanding the society you live in
Not knowing the struggles everyone face
Little almond shaped eyes that glisten at the soud of a guitar,
Baby ears that hear only the good words in the world,
Perfect lips worthy of kissing any cheek,
Nose meant only to tell when the cookies were done,
Inspiration comes in exotic waves.
The biggest wave that crashes onto me is how people admit to their flaws.
Tears may fall,
and bodies might shake.
But being brave is what is most inspiring.
Inspiration comes in exotic waves.
The biggest wave that crashes onto me is how people admit to their flaws.
Tears may fall,
and bodies might shake.
But being brave is what is most inspiring.
These voices in my head
They never go away
Telling me I’ll end up dead
If I ever disobey
I’ve tried to block them out
It all started back in the day
when all we did was laugh and play-
but one day it took a turn
it left a mark worse than a burn
Visiting Nigeria has always been fun.
Well, until dusk--down goes the sun.
Without a constant source of electricity,
The residents live in dark, dark cities.
My fellow brothers cannot preserve food.
There lies a secret in the shining sea
A city full of wonders is hidden
Brightly colored stores perfect for a spree
Brilliant lights and shiny black lamp posts glisten
A desire to inspire
the desire to make change
the desire to change attitudes
we can't stay the same.
My desire to inspire comes from within.
I got some inspiration from the people who've helped me win.
To keep walking was suicide, but he marched on
The winter winds’ fangs bit into his skin with every step he took
But he marched on
there is color
and there is nature
to each their own
a different sight
to each their own
a different plight.
when sad and gloomy
look towards the horizon
She doesn't have to
yet she does
She doesnt have to clothe me
yet she does.
She doesn't have to feed me
yet she does.
She doesnt have to love me like her own
I work as a nurse,
In the world of medicine.
My patients are cons',
The dejected revenants,
Who are in need of me most.
She heard me in my times of need
Words of wisdom
Always so loving and so care
It was the feeling I needed to keep going
She heard me cry over a lot
Crying of the lose and pain
We all have a sparkA glimmerThe beginning of an eternal flameThat rages inside us all Mine is unlike no otherYet it something the human race desireSomething we craveSomething we want to have I am inspired by loveBy hope, by dreamsBy faith and joyI
Remember the days that we would go on living with no worry,
without feeling the weight of responsibilities bearing on us like tons of sleepless nights and
and way too many stressful days.
Like bills to pay
Remember the days that we would go on living with no worry,
without feeling the weight of responsibilities bearing on us like tons of sleepless nights and
and way too many stressful days.
Like bills to pay
Remember the days that we would go on living with no worry,
without feeling the weight of responsibilities bearing on us like tons of sleepless nights and
and way too many stressful days.
Like bills to pay
Truth reveals itself
from behind a glass curtain.
Spotless, gleaming, strong to outside,
Truth will cause our worlds to collide.
Little girl,
holding hands,
looking up to see his eyes,
still so young and so unwise.
She would look for explanation,
her heart fills a deep sensation,
little girls does not understand
Impatience keeps me awake
addiction is what I'm afraid of.
Never letting go and constantly reminding me about the way
things seem different.
But they are not true. Real life is only hidded from the present.
Before
loneliness was the destiny,
Before
future was the mystery,
Before
I questioned myself,
Before,
why am I not like them?
Turns out there is no different
Birthed in the shackled knees of virtue lay the bleeding heart of my mother
A spirit drenched in heartache and skin carved from the hues of the Earth
You weren’t one to bring roses for me
You said diamonds cant compare to my eyes
You claim you were blind but that now you see
Like crystal waters I saw through your lies
You got to DREAM BIG.
WORK your HARDEST.
remain FOCUSED through the tough parts.
SURROUND yourself with POSITIVITY.
All you have to do is DREAM BIG.
WORK your HARDEST.
STAY FOCUS even if things are rough.
Lastly, SURROUND yourself with POSITIVE people.
I'm just a guy.
It ain't easy, being a man.
I can't voice my own opinions.
To afraid of the mess I might make out of myself.
Everywhere I go, it's a first time for everything...
Over, and over again.
I am not for everyone
I know my truth , I know who I am
I know what I do and wht I bring
to the table . I am not easy to deal with
What does it mean to be inspired?
Inpiration can be found in a place you feel safe, a person you look up to, an item with a lot of meaning.
Pensando en ti me la paso todo el dia,
solamente contemplando tu belleza dia a dia.
El saber que eres mia me hace mi dia,
sin ti que seria,
sin ti que haria,
mi mundo se derrumbaria,
From the bottom to the top
From the ground to nonstop
By the grace of God
By the pace of lard
Slow and easy
Bitter but pleasing
The string binds with my fingertips to create its imprint on me
The sound of the bow at first touch to the bridge creates a rasp that’s unpleasant to the ears
Live your life,
Help grow more green,
without it we won’t survive,
respect the world, keep things clean,
always RECYCLE, REUSE, REDUCE,
Isn’t it funny? What you may ask. Well, isn’t is funny how selfish the human race is. Yes, yes, I know I’m a human too, bummer.
One tiny little person
Sitting there all alone
Going to a person
Someone she’s never known
Two tiny little people
It's not a secret life isn't alway easy.Sometimes it feels like the world wants certainpeople to fail. But seeing these people succeed leaves me feeling a certain way; inspired.
Darkness,
that's all I can see.
How can it be?
One moment I was high and mighty.
The next, I was knocked off my throne.
Cast aside, I was.
Banished to this unforgiving hole.
I hear the voices.
What inspires me?
Well that's hard to say,
With all these things coming my way
Maybe it's a book or a song,
But those things don't last long.
Maybe it's a person,
But who could it be?
"center, downstage. we need to light your face"
my eyes were greeted to an explosion of light
I blinked, the area around me dissappeared, all that remained was the stagelights
Like water, she flows
along with life.
She is a rose who is trying
to bloom, but everytime she
tries, the moon blocks her.
The moon only comes
when he has no one else
to love him.
Remember your first?
No, not the first person you had sex
with, the first person you fell in love with.
They say you remember them
forever, well I don't.
Or at least I wish I didn't.
Time is irreplaceable.
My love, unmistakeable.
But you were replaceable.
Your love, mistakeable
Me I'm told i'm likeable.
You, you're told you're fightable.
I'm not mad at you, just sad
for you.
If the Lorax speaks for the trees,
who speaks for the teens?
It can't be you or you 'casue
you know nothing about me.
It can't be our mothers
and fathers because they don't
know every teen.
The cinders of the house next door swirled in strange patterns across the sky;
they turned orange with the setting of the sun.
Magnificent
Her hair, the way is frames her face
Her stance, the way it commands attention
Her confidence, the way it tightens their loose lips
The flow of notes from her keyboard
I was once told,
Guard the most precious thing you 've with all at stake.
Now I was bold;
All I ever wanted was to protect my mother,
For she is my greatest insipiration.
Her heart thrived within the cold,
Something that Inspires ME
Something that inspires ME, motivates me.
Something that inspires ME, keeps me focused on my goals.
Something that inspires ME, may not inspire you or the next person,
But it inspires me
A quiet breeze rustles the trees,
A woman in black, on her knees,
She sits alone for hours,
Among the lonely wildflowers,
Singing a tombstone lullaby.
The hole in her heart,
The missing part,
I understand that I'm not alone but,
I am alone, I feel alone.
Even when I’m around people, around my friends, around my family
The endless chapters to read
the endless packets to study
I want to make sure my future is not muddy
I push and push and push to have a life I always dreamed of
one where I walk with a purpose to save lives
I sit I wait looking to the stars ahead clinching for a sign that you’ll be here or there.
I sit I wait wondering why me did I do something wrong to him, let’s see.
The click of the lock echoes,
The turn of the handle screams.
Inconsistent drips of water begin resounding.
The flush of water...
Overpowering.
This is the end,
our forever love.
I was so wrong.
You were silent,
I was hopeful.
You left me,
Today was a battle,
Yesterday a fight.
Tomorrow will be another...
Reminder of this war.
You’ve taken my youth,
Inspiration comes in many ways,
It affects people in different ways,
It changes a person in interesting ways.
The cause for it is broader than the seven seas,
This is just to say
I do not want
to see you again,
for you suck
as a “quote” father
this you’ll never
admit, but the
I fell for you like the rain;
Gradually and slowly in almost an intricate pattern.
Where the drops are unnoticeable and cease to affect the worlds balanced ways.
Flames of fiery
Flames made of anger and rage
Flames made of god and his frustration
Green gone and turned to dust
I struggle to gain and fight to win
For the sweet relieving reward
Of a new spark of creation
Talking and sharing
Walking and thinking
Reading and feeling
Emotions and broken images flow
Make a difference.
Make a change.
Change a life.
Create a life.
Create a future.
Make a future.
Be the future.
Be me.
What lays out there
in the deep of the night
with roaring blazes of life and light
masses so big whose dance is so fine
a sweet sound of nothing
silence divine
I realize I've been staring
our eyes met in January.
i obviously smirked, very
wary about his intentions.
my smile in april had multiple dimensions,
i began to accept him and the confusion,
my happiness was no longer an illusion.
Love is very powerful, and strong. Sadly many don't believe in it anymore because they say it hurt them. Love did not hurt you, I tell you. Fake love hurt you. Real love always makes you happy, always gives you confidence in the other person.
I wish,I wish
Or do I dream maybe daydream
Fantasize. Surely that it is
Superhero or pro athlete is my dream and wish. One real, one not
Reality! Grow up they say
Good son, great husband, better person
They say life is fast, that it passes in the blink of an eye
I had trouble believing that until my best friend died
Now my dreams are haunted with her decrepit screams and cries
Drive is essential.
The thirst for succes and change
Is quenched by hard work.
Qualifications
Help me reach my potential.
Pushing my limits.
Work ethic needed
It starts with a smile,
then goes on for a while.
And before I know it we'll be laughing,
we'll be sparkling.
Maybe we'll make it to the altar,
where I'll soon become a mother.
Let us travel to the fig tree. Inspect its fruits. Look past its leaves, for they try to conceal the stellar treasures. Squeeze each fruit to find the one that gives most. That fruit yields the utmost stimulating taste.
I am a giving tree,
Used to always stay still,
Drop red, crispy, apples for all around,
Let others climb and break my branches in the process,
Open your eyes face the mirror.
Look within and deep beyond.
Tears fall as your thoughts proceed to think of your insecurities.
Strong but weak.
She was once pure
Met the wrong guy
He drove her mad
And he turned her into dust
He over shadowed her
He broke her down
She was shamed, looked down on
But she saw a light
Who can understand the funny man
Who copes with pain
A pain which drowns me faster than a tsunami ever can
I'm dead...not out but in
Wanting something deep
Searching for one who can carry my sin
Gloomy skies crawling on miniscule lives,
Unwelcome guest brings back harsh guilts again.
Loops of vast bright light that it now deprives,
Shadows drag on across lifeless madmen.
I wish you were here.
My heart is writhing in agony of not having known you.
You were not mine
But the love I have for you is real.
I wish you were here.
You ready
I'm ready
You ready
I'm ready
Ok
I'm Mr.Freeze because I'm in an icebox
I freeze up on stage I'll die of shock
Happy place
Walking to the sea shore bundled in soft blankets.
Early morning chill fills the air as the sun hasn’t yet risen.
Suddenly the horizon begins to change into shades of red and pink.
Happy place
Walking to the sea shore bundled in soft blankets.
Early morning chill fills the air as the sun hasn’t yet risen.
Suddenly the horizon begins to change into shades of red and pink.
She has lost so many of these battles with herself. And she has lost so much of herself within those battles. She remembers the deep depression that followed for months after the first assault. She remembers lying in bed in total darkness, numb.
People work, people strive to grind. They get promotions and praises for what they do. They set an example to others wanting to be the same thing. Inspiration is what they carry out to people who witness their work.
Pitch black
No sound or air
Drowning in nothingness
Wishing someone would come
Just sit with you for awhile
But no one ever comes
Tunes, however hard they try,Will always be inspiring.Never forget the comfy and assuasive tunes. Why would you think the euphony is unhappy?The euphony is the euphoric sound of all.Now distressed is just the thing,To get me wondering if the eupho
The modern diva
Aphrodite remains the prima donna
The valedictorian
Athena remains supreme
The feminist
Artemis is the warrior
The cheerleader by the King's side
Hera remains the queen
There’s a girl who loves to speak
She talks
She laughs
She goes on forever
There’s a girl who has no time
She’s mean
The sweetest face
In a field of mediocrity,
Aine sits prettily with
both of her white shoes laced.
The goddess of the moon and the sun;
Dionysus, the life of the party
friends with all the kids
the glass is full
Constantly swaying with a cup in his hand
until it's no longer possible for him to stand
Grey clouds storm the sky
My lightning bolts circling low and highm
As I wait for my pizza to arrive
Dont the know who I am
I am not one of them
I'm the god of the sky
Prior to the season opener
Tension was abound
Players were anxious
Fans were eager
Coaches were determined
Out stepped from the locker room
Was a man who cut a tall and handsome figure
We are abysmal to this world,
We corrupt it like the technology corrupts our youth.
We adapt but our planet does not,
What do we do for this world besides tearing apart a utopia?
We twirled
Zeus was a star.
women wanted him, men wanted to be him.
He had the whole world in his hands.
Well not the whole world,
There is one woman who couldn’t care less about Zeus.
A golden touch,
healing,
creating.
Arching back
and pulling string,
released
hits my center.
Streams of light
strumming a cord,
a melody arising.
Coffee aroma,
She was a goddess in her time
But what if she came to mine
Full of love and beauty
Everyone here would think she’s a cutie
Loved by many
I see you
Through the flow in my head
See you clad in cloths
Dyed red
But not just the cloths
It's your whole being
Covered in this sickening blanket
Of heat and pain
She is in the dying flowers and the burning trees
She is in the children who cry and plead
The animals who hunt and bleed
Earth in every form
Artemis, Diana
A prettily painted picture
Deemed perfect by all,
Drawn to the Badlands within high school walls.
Slipping behind corners
Hiding in empty classrooms,
Her disease spread like mushrooms;
Is it worth it?
fitting in
for a couple years,
to miss out
on a successful career?
Why do we conform,
in a way to make ourselves preform,
as others?
Nessie, for years, had been the best
That there ever was in Lake Loch Ness
People would come from miles round
Just to picture her, from the ground
On their film of camera or their phone
Two years ago.
Two years ago, I was giggling and laughing with my friends on Valentines Day,
Sharing chocolate
Joy
Happiness.
That evening, two years ago,
Tears fall from my eyes
Two years ago.
Two years ago, I was giggling and laughing with my friends on Valentines Day,
Sharing chocolate
Joy
Happiness.
That evening, two years ago,
Tears fall from my eyes
They wish they were stars, but that's far from the truth.
Those falling lights are not children proof.
They live in a world, surrounded by offenders.
What on earth is sleep?
Dining hall food and ramen.
I think I've gained 20 pounds.
Food, Coffee, Cry.
They wish they were stars, but that's far from the truth.
Those falling lights are not children proof.
They live in a world, surrounded by offenders.
Long long ago,
But not too long ago
There was a time Wence hope did not prevail
For a kingdom was Torn apart and
never put back together
In the new modern era
The gods protect every day
Since popularity’s down
They keep themselves away
Not everyone’s a fool though
Growing up my life was nothing more than cosmic justice
Being the daughter of a ghost who killed her children
A lot of stigmas to go with that
To reveal or not to reveal- that is the real question:
Whether’ tis easier to uncover your authentic self
And be ridiculed harshly for it,
Or attempt to masquerade a relatively perfect persona,
i wish i could breathe galaxies:
feel stars on my tongue,
pepper the wine-stained lips
trapped on mine.
with constellations swirling in my lungs:
The sun shines well above them,
Bringing light and prosperity to those who work hard underneath;
After finishing their rest place, the people asked:
How can we rest, if there is no night?
“Ow!”, “Stop!”, “Why me, why me?”
Aurelie forgot the last time that she was filled with glee.
She always got bullied everyday.
Beware Diana!Those pieces are really precarious,
Freshly spilt blood still solemnly presiding over.
Her fist is imbrued with potion of freedom.
Hey moron tiles! Better hymn your business.
Beware Diana!Those pieces are really precarious,
Freshly spilt blood still solemnly presiding over.
Her fist is imbrued with potion of freedom.
Hey moron tiles! Better hymn your business.
Do you want to meet a monster?
Then you've come to the right place
Go downtown
Walk North
past Clyde Coffee
Stop in for a coffee if you'd like
it's the best in town
A curious silence
A desparate glare
She stands in the creek
The wind in her hair
What lies ahead?
A world with no care
The weeping woman
has moved nowhere
The time is taking its toll on humanityBy providing it with the resources that are otherworldly From a fire it all started A fire that provided humanity with its fine form and qualities
The truth about Scylla
By: Olivia Basile
On this small island is where i'll be
There's no one here, it's only me
We live in a world of peace and destruction
Having moments that never last
It tears me to pieces
We are walking out of time
Hate eats our world
And we will be left alone
The world is lost
Something that has been on my mind lately is an unfortunate tree with those few block letters and a crooked symbol scratched into it. It's not the first of its kind, but it is the first from my doing.
It’s changed
As a child, I thought
What can I do to impress others
My confidence and self image
based on approval
what they think
what they see
filling big shoes of my brother
Growing up in this world is
Like metamorphosis.
Our small bodies evolve into five feet tall humans
Life is full of suprises
it throws things at you that you think you aren't capable of holding onto
it shows you peace,
love,
pain,
and joy,
it takes things but also gives,
Let me tell you somin
about growing up
it’s a crazy train
a busy lane
where everyone speeds
Welcome to high school
Scared.
I will never be
Safe.
Where’s mom
Gone
The cold and hunger
Inviting
The death
is
Kids
They run
They play
They jump
Having no worries
They take on the world
Beliving that everything is joyful
But no
Sadly it’s not true
There are ups and downs
People
They come and go
Some stick around,
But only for awhile
Some build You up
Others bring You down
Time is the one
Who shows You who’s Real
Meeting new People
Sinful freak,
Why must you choose this torturous path?
Forcing yourself
Into the wrong body,
eliciting the urge to tear away your own skin,
compelling your brain to despise
the flesh you were given.
Graduation is here, after all this time,
Rise and smile, be proud of yourself.
As you walk with courage and perseverance,
Dominate the certificate as your infancy expires.
Understand youself and discover,
When my bedtime storybooks turned into schools gobbledygook,
And sidewalk chalk became just a memory,
I knew it was the end.
The end of silly songs,
Love yourself they say, If you don't love yourself then no one will
But if no one loves you who is there to take the pain away for the rainy days
There's a lady I know that stands on the road
Everyday I watch her struggle with her load
I watch her banter with the other women as she sets up
She laughs as she unwraps corn and drinks from the same cup
Cry, Cry, Cry
That’s all you do
Cry, Cry, Cry
Until you know that it gets you nowhere
It shows weakness
You don’t get respect
So Cry, Cry, Cry
Until they make you stop.
Back when I was young
I learned to hold my tounge
Not to speak out of turn
Or say words that will hurt
When I got older
And a little bit bolder
I learned that being silent can be just as catastrophic
A lucid brisk wind overcame me as I waited on the curb of what
seemed to be a florid hospital to me at the time.
As my sister was loaded into the wheelchair days after brain surgery ,
The Lies You Tell by: Varmstrong19 Mirrors are objects people should be comfortable around, almost like a person. Accept, mirrors can’t talk and instead, you talk for them. Mirrors shouldn’t be looked at as “the bad guy”.
I was a little girl once
In days long, long ago
In a world filled with music
And sometimes filled with snow
They slept on the kitchen floor
Their backs were sore
Covered in blankets, shivering from the cold
The family fit together as if they were in a candle mould
In the beginning, things are simple.
Food, hold, change, sleep.
Development of the young mind growing curious,
an incubus of knowledge begging growth.
In the beginning, things are simple.
Food, hold, change, sleep.
Development of the young mind growing curious,
an incubus of knowledge begging growth.
Look in the mirror
Who is that, that person I’m looking at
I’m blossoming
I see myself glowing
I see myself looking better
I’m blossoming
I see my hair glowing
I see I’m standing taller
An ever impeding question
Ringing through my heart
And into my mind
Waiting for my ignorance to depart
And the truth to emerge
Am ever impeding question
That the answer will bring--
I Hear
I Hear the sound of music, brisking through my ears
As the melody goes around the air
It’s your heart beating to the beat of the song
I Hear
I Hear the sound of music, brisking through my ears
As the melody goes around the air
It’s your heart beating to the beat of the song
The day was clear
No clouds in the sky
House was loud
My brothers yelling about childish things
I just walked away
Yelling stayed
I played music in my ears
My mind was clear
Today, St. Louis is a smudge of blue engulfed in the almost endless waves of red crashing over the midwest.
In her eyes everything is big and tall
Trees sway like giants
She notices every ladybug
Each crack in the side walk is a canyon
In my eyes everything is tiny and small
Letters on my keyboard
I went to the hospital to visit my little sister;
a newborn baby near her death bed.
As I said hello but not goodbye
the world seemed to be JUST fine.
That was when I realized;
I am not a toddler.
Crying we entered this place
A world we had yet learn of its hate
As we grew we learned all too well
It's better to keep silent then go through hell
As we sat silent for do many years
Day by day
I look in anguish
Just to hear them say
There is nothing wrong
Be grateful for what you have
Stop listening to that sad song
One question will always remain
what is the point to life?
When I was young I used to dream
I would run through fields, so ever green
Up so high the sun would gleam
It gave me hope of possibility
It is time to go to college
Everything is changing fast
But take a moment to acknowledge
The person you were in the past
Elementary is where it starts
When you had no idea what was going on
how can one year
change one so much.
we continue to grow,
through all we clutch.
Failure teaches a lesson,
they all say.
yet it can change so much
in simply one day.
how can one year
change one so much.
we continue to grow,
through all we clutch.
Failure teaches a lesson,
they all say.
yet it can change so much
in simply one day.
Sliding doors open
Sun shines on my face
My mom approaches me with a smile
Keys in hand, a warm embrace.
A shiny, black vehicle of freedom
I press the button to hear the click
Finally I am on my own
you’re never around. you’re not in my life. so why’d you come over and ask if i’m alright?
i wonder your mood when you remember me. when you remember how long it’s been since we last talked. the shade began in october and floated its way into november. i’m saying all of this because when i think of you, my mood changes instantly.i'm no
Once, I was a child
Young, innocent, revered
Once, I was adorable, wide-eyed, and open-minded
Loving every sight, smell, and taste the world gave me
It was a gift, and who was I to deny it?
For years and years I faced the sun
Till one day I was on the run
Scared and lonely with no place to go
Depressed and suicidal, I had no home
My petals were falling
My roots were failing
I was born on June 24 and based on my horoscope I am cancer.
I’m a sucker for Kid Cudi’s music I would not be alive if it weren’t for Kid Cudi.
She went from recess, walking with bubbles in her mouth and "friends" to seven teachers, pounds of homework and people who you thought had your best interest at heart.. all at a place called "high school."
Look at me Dad,
I’m 17 now.
I have my license,
I’m in the top 5 of my graduating class,
and I still know all the words to your 90’s rock,
Everything comes at a cost.
I did not know the value of things until I grew up.
Growing up I was used to have everything handed over to me.
Then came adulthood, and I realized
Eggshells
She smiles at me,
there’s not much we can do
honey,
it was an accident.
They lie scattered in pieces across the grass,
I put my pencil to the page
And let my mind go free
But I have to hide my face
And my poetry
Cuz as a high-school student
Living where I do
This morning I took a hike on a trail I once considered my stomping grounds when I was a child, and the reality set in
Your presence is like medicine to my overwhelmed mind
The unconditional love and faith you have in me
I admire your ability to be so kind
A mother like you would never leave me behind
Your not a kid anymore!
That's what everyone is saying
You're all grown up now,
The day you hold your first set of keys in your hand,
Waking up soaked from tears
Cold from fear
Aching from pain
Yet, I am happy
Happy that the yelling has stopped
Happy that I can be the person I am
Happy that I can finally grow
growing up
throwing up
find your shoe
need to poo
write a line
find sometime
to realize
to emphasize
to change your skin
take out the bin
Growing up
Drink a cup
I await for a person who doesnt come.
I debate wether I stay or go
If i move on on hand and toe
Mabye she'll come mabye no
Its almost time, its running out
Its almost time to go
My hearts pounding,
Armpits sweating,
Altogether dreading,
The incoming test.
The test deciding…
one by one
10 years old and here I stand
No money in my pocket I had no plan
But I was happy I could run around
Jumped high to the air and fell to the ground
Life start throwing curveballs
Suddenly
By: Isabelle Cogger
I sat down beside her,
Trying not to cry,
Her hand met my hand,
One final, last goodbye.
One is a squirming burrito of tears, laughter and dirty diapers.
At least that's how her mom put it.
Two is much the same, though more mobil,
A friend, a sister, a little butterfly
Day after day these wretched days go by
Wednesday we laughed until our stomachs would ache
The most carefree child
That’s what I was
Obsessed with school
And willing to believe that everything was for a purpose in this world
That day in 11th grade the teacher was not there
I sat there inattentive, unaware
The sub looked at my ceramic and began to speak to me
Is that your dog, she said coarsely
I once had a dog she said
The day I realized I was no longer a child,
Was the day the washer beeped and I got up, tired.
That day in the summer of my sixth grade,
I realized I watched my childhood fade.
After waiting so long for senior year
We celebrate the fact that it’s finally here
This year, however, marks a series of lasts
Those we will forever hold in our past
sometimes
you have to see
where you will be
instead of where you are
tough it out, it's not that far.
have fun
don't run
your past was bad
but a look back won't make you mad
sometimes
you have to see
where you will be
instead of where you are
tough it out, it's not that far.
have fun
don't run
your past was bad
but a look back won't make you mad
7 hours of school
5 hours of work
Sleep and repeat
Weekend arrives
8 hours of work
Sleep and repeat
Hard work
Lack of free time
Represents oncoming adulthood
Reality in a white dominated land is only a dream in the hands of anyone who isn't the white man. We're packaged and labeled in a factory, already given a destination while they live happily.
Change and growing up is scary
You don't know it's happening but when it does it varies
I was in middle school when I noticed I was growing up
I noticed I was becoming more independent and corrupt
The moment you don't feel like a kid anymore is bone rattling. For me it happened in 9th grade on a friday night. I couldn't breathe I felt like a fat man was sitting on my chest.
Looking through the mountains and dreaming about what the world has in store for me
feels like the pure bliss of eating fresh strawberries from my family's garden on a hot summers day
This is the poem where you found out I wasn't as kind as I've shown. The one where you realized I wasn't sweet like all candy. The one where I'm trying to fix myself within more anger.
It hits you like a train,
Unexpected as a pain,
Never in you life
Had you imagined such a strife.
But the hour has come.
It's time to move on.
What life has brought
Is nothing but a lot,
Black is beautiful
Black is strong
Black is something that you just can't do wrong
Black is pyramids and mathematics
Melanin and Black Girl Magic
Respect...
A seven letter word
but in seventh grade it was a foreign lettered word to me
I was silly goofy and use to laugh at girls
I was class clown and loved the attention
Respect...
A seven letter word
but in seventh grade it was a foreign lettered word to me
I was silly goofy and use to laugh at girls
I was class clown and loved the attention
Im just a kid with a dream,
When success is building up I’m coming up with the team,
And I hear everybody calling once I’m getting the green,
My eyes begin to water
And my lip begins to shake,
I look at you for approval
But then, you look away.
I speak but you don't hear a sound.
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
In every person’s life, there is a moment in which everything changes
The very foundation of the earth shifts as the tectonic plates feel the need to stretch.
Land of the free, home of the brave,
our helpless immigrants. They refuse to save.
They crave our culture, but push us away.
They want us for labor, but oppress us everyday.
The devastating sound that rips students apart from their families,
buries their chance at a prosperous life; it will forever haunt me.
Inside the Mind of A Depressed Woman
In public, I put on the most radiant smile known to man,
I know in my heart that no one can possibly understand.
I Am A Black Man
I fear for my life like numerous other black men,
I fear that one day I will be shot, and never see my family again.
Gravity, Gravity,
Is there something you aren’t telling me?
Constantly pulling me in,
Never pushing me out to go farther than I’ve ever been,
But instead drawing me closer for eternity.
Gravity, Gravity,
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
It ain't always like that
But sometimes it do.
Fears and fears and fears and fears
Only by motivation can they be stopped
By practice and persistence and by peers
I was livid.
Or at least
I thought I was.
Anger tastes hot
But this tasted like stone
A car ride to DC
look:
it's easy
for me to sit here and say
to shout or you'll pay
with your guilt
with your regret
shout the words out
i say
what could go wrong
i say.
Hands inlayed with pain
Bleeding from success
Reserved for only one
Yet used by everyone else.
They tremble and shake
I reached for the wood,
Like it was a life preserver;
Legs swinging,
I held on;
I was Rose and the tree was Jack,
And I wasn't going to fall down;
I propped myself on the branch,
The joy and sadness of
Expressing one’s feelings
With measured words that
Are delivered with meaning
But disguised by necessity;
The beautiful flower stood at the top of the hill,everyone believed it was perfect from afar butonce they got closer that changed. The keeper thought otherwise, she believed theflower was much more beautiful as she got closer to it. She protected
The moments i used to be, letting sadness put me down. Having that fear of speaking and talking get me on my knees. Through that i met someone who made me smile and told me not to frown . Be as happy as the bees.
I’ve fought my fears through the years over and over again.
But this fear overpowers them all.
The fear of losing you.
After I’ve lost you, I lost my motivation.
I'm fearful of leaving.
I don't know what to do.
My mind spins circles as new solutions arise.
I take action on these solutions,
But I'm still afraid to jump.
The leap is large,
We stare at glass
We share the past
We want to last
Through ups and downs
We turn around and spin
Until we just cant anymore!
Its a miracle how we are still here
We all try to show no fear
Some times the bees dont have honey
Some times the pour kids dont have money
For the bees its a mystery when they first begin
Where do I find honey and where does it swim
The fears kept me locked up from body to soul,
Thinking I would not make it anywhere.
My mind was burried in a deep a dark hole.
The loved ones who blocked me from my goal,
I may be a woman
but it doesn't mean that I am less
Just because I am a woman
doesn't mean I will supress
I can be broken
I can be beat
I can be shackled
but I can take the heat
I stand in front of a crowdcompletely clothedI have on a jacket, a shirtI have on a pair of pants, a pair ofsocksI have on panties and I have on abraWith fear therefore no excitement My jacket is my protectionIt protects me from the rain ofwhisper
How would you feel if what discomforts you the most was inside you?
Not only is it internal but it is around too.
You can not escape it
Sometimes it's hard for me to breathe
Or sometimes I can't seem to see
That these things can take seconds or weeks
To just calm itself down for me
It's nothing physical like the monsters people fear
Why is love so lost in a world that will cost so much.
With mothers abandoning children,
And the hidden agendas of people looking for another,
Sun glistens through the curtains,
Alarms sounds by your bed,
Time to get up and at ‘em
The time of day that’s most to dread,
For it is then you have to fight,
The hardest battle in your head
I look around and my eyes fall
Am I the only one who feels this urge to run
to the hills, to my bed, to the arms of my mother
I hear my heart thumping so loud it drowns them
All my life had been the same
Every day was pleasant.
Then I reached a new level of the game,
I didn't recognize the present.
Things were changing drastically,
New things left and right.
Ab-by! Ab-by! Ab-by!
Why was this so necessary?
Why couldn't I live my life
in the dark
Green Goop. Red Chunks.
Onion Bits. Cilantro leaves.
Guacamole.
The class chanted and screamed
Fear to Speak
Fear to be heard
In that moment
the swollen tongue
In that moment
the racing heart
In that moment
the sweating hands
In that moment
the staring eyes
My worst nightmare is when a friend becomes a stranger,
and my feelings mean nothing.
Those memories meant nothing.
I used to fear feeling unwanted.
At worst, rejection.
At best, embarassment.
We are to close to be broken
Do you hear the words that I have spoken
And the people o have awoken
Do you see the love in our eyes
And the brightness in the sky's
Our circle is small enough for us
I used to be afraid
But now I am strong
Conversations were a battleground
And I was easily defeated
But the silence was worse
It really wasn't what I needed
I danced without passion,For I could not show passion as I did not belong here,I could not bear the gazes piercing me,I sang and twirled with my eyes shut,
They say there's nothing to fear
While they go chug another beer
They say all you need is for your head to be clear
But I feel like I won't live next year
It's not that I don't trust my peers
How can my heart again start working
Because without you it is nothing
As you are far away from it.
As a pitiful ending to the story of a king
It became lifeless and stopped working.
I’m the moon up in the sky
regardless of its day or night
I’m the blinding sun that warms your skin
and the force that moves the winds
I’m the cold road you take home
when you’re all alone
I am trustworthy and sensitive
I wonder what I’ll be in the future
I like to sing, read, and write
I dislike people telling me what to do
being seventeen is a vacant endless hole of questions you’ll never be able to answer,
the realization that you are going to disappoint almost everyone who matters you, including yourself
Well it been a while
Since I really felt something like this
But I was dumb and young back then
I don't know what to say about this
Maybe you were sonic
Hey, I know I’m hanging in there
O, well
the cars speeding, the lights changing,
the streets boosting.
We live in a very fast paced world
it ain’t stopping
so just live it
life to the fullest
Guns are to blame
such a shame
children die
not a lie
bullets flying
heels pivoting
fear in their eyes
be it their last cry
why must you betray
the hopes they lay
They said to write a poem,
nothing specific in any way,
My first thought was to write about my day.
Her only request was to make it meaningful.
All eyes look at me
as my clothes slide from my imperfect skin onto the concrete floor
a voice inside me wakes and tells me i'm not enough
i wonder if i could be enough
i struggle to be positive
We fill our lungs with oxygen we force feed ourselves
telling ourselves it's the lack of knowledge that creates such a brutal field to this world
Who?
Who am I?
Who have I become?
I am
I’m from the land of brutal heat
The land of flat, sandy land
The land of dry, hot air
The land of sunshine
horns
Why do they tangle around you
Dangerous, natural, insecure
Why is it
When you hug me
The warmth of my love gushes from me
I watch your beautiful opulent green leaves every morning
You, my muse, filled my heart with happiness
In your benevolence you gave a place for the bird to sing
No more hurrying away from the deans,
Frantically pulling down a grey pleated skirt.
No more half-hearted games of basketball
In that unwashed gym shirt.
“Look at our beautiful granddaughter!”
Thank you, grandma. So at school I learned-
“I love it when your hair is nice and long.”
I know, mom. I have this project for school-
I feel life slipping between the fingers of my hands like sand
and yet I am so young
so
where did you go?
why did you go?
repeated daunting questions i ask myself
A paradigm shift in my reality
That's what you are
Everything I was so sure of was wrong
And now I doubt myself
What happened to the kids we knew
Our youthful promises we soon outgrew
Used to say it was me and you
The alphabet is easy.
It is one of the first things we are taught.
All the letters are equal.
All letters are important.
I sit and wonder
What my life would be like without him.
My AP Euro teacher from sophomore year
My words hide in the back of my mind
In the back of my throat, still in my mouth.
Silent words that never seen the light of day.
They hide in fear.
Of what?
Is it true? I asked, he said,
yes, its true, heartbroken, she's dead
she was 19 with a disease,
her family will never live at ease.
my mom has the same one, I thought in horror,
I start to get confused,
To a point my brain feels abused,
I have to power through,
So i can find what is true,
Is it worth all the pain,
Is it worth the need to break the vein,
They expect you to be less than what you are,
Less than what they see;
But you have a little beam of light in the darkness,
And say they’ll never be another me;
How many times have your parents pulled you aside and had THE TALK
see black people have a different talk than your usual sex talk
Silver and shine
Mirror reflection so similar I fear
Papers walk with its sound so fine
Skin shakes goosebumps appear
As it goes up the wind speaks to it
Driving everything inside out for everyone to listen
It is that feeling that lives inside of you
At times it comes out
It has control over you
At times it has doubt
Sometimes it's happy
Sometimes it's sad
Sometimes it's snappy
Sometimes it's rad
I'm not focused
My mind wonders
I'm chosen
There is thunder
Sprinkles of rain
I'm a goner
Red roses are pain
I'm not stronger
I'm an open book,
one you cant figure out.
Read between the lines,
then will you see what I'm about.
It's funny how you guessed it,
but still lost the deeper message.
I'm the me
I am tired.
I am a high school student
AP classes
College classes
College Applications
Scholarships
Deadlines
Broken hearts shine the brightest
Because they're so good at catching glimpses of the sun
And reflecting them the farthest and highest
While gleaming like a face intoxicated by red rum.
i paint on my features to cover up the the guilt of my baldness when it wasn’t an option for my mom to hide hers
a privileged sickness vs an inevitable disease
i paint on my features to cover up the the guilt of my baldness when it wasn’t an option for my mom to hide hers
a privileged sickness vs an inevitable disease
You were the one who brushed my locks of hair 'cause daddy wasn't here. You were mom, dad, and best friend. You took care of me when I thought there was no end. The person I am today is all thanks to you.
My Granny makes me want to be a better me,
Just because she's bittersweet.
My Granny influences me on making better decisions everyday
Shes Godly and holy and wise,
and everynight she prays ( for me).
Daddy, you and I are bridging Brigadoon.
One year on earth together, now connected between space and time
between the bridge of Brigaddon.
Never forgot you. Left my homework up, so you could see my
“Have you ever thought “bout
How what you say affects people?”
Words leaving your lips
Hold a potential that you must understand
Potentially forcing someone
The people that see us,
Don't really know,
The suffering memories,
We get to hold,
Deep in our hearts,
We can remember,
The pain that it cost,
The pressure you get,
Oh teacher, my teacher,
You were truly an inspiration to me.
I am heartbroken to learn of your passing.
You left us too soon, I believe.
You touched the lives of many,
You have mold me you have taught me
Now I am growing to who I want to be
I Have follow your steps
So my mind won't be swept
When I followed your flow
Dear Mother,
Oh the things you have taught me
The experiences you have shared with me
The memories you have made with me
Dear Mother
Oh the times you pushed me to strive higher
She's got a back of bricks and a spine of cast iron
she wears her stories on her shoulder for all to read
flashbacks chasing after her
keep on pushing fighter:
confusion and understanding
guiding with a blindfold on,
not ever knowing exactly what to teach in the exact order
I've followed in your footsteps for years now
learning one thing at a time
I think, therefore I am
Yet, you placed your ideology
Onto me, shaping me.
As I was a seedling,
You watered me;
a downpour of politics
a waterfall of what is right and wrong
You let your inner demons take over.
If only you knew,how much I pray for you.
I let you restore my heart even when I wasn't strong enough to love again.
You taught me how to live again.
Does my one bottom crooked teeth bother you?
Tell me is it my short brown curly hair?that can't stay in place.
Or is it the way I seal my lips tight to play the flute?
Because of you, I learned how to love
Because of you, I know love
Because of you, I strive for happiness
Because of you, I know happiness
Just teach me how to love you.
Always hold my hand when I want to give up.
Even when times get rough, you call me beautiful.
Don't forget about me,even if you decide to let go.
Endless memories of you fill my heart.
Thank you for your consistency,
for your power,
for your love ..
Without you
Where would I be?
Lost, broken, misguided.
All alone in this world,
struggling to fend for myself.
Speak beautiful words to me.
Let your love be the sun I need to bloom.
The comfort of your hands shall be the water I need to stay alive .
I am the art piece everyone wants.
I let you walk away, just like the extra kidney I don't need.
I let you convince me that changing who I am is the only way you could love me.
I wish I could hate you, but you are the reason that I am still alive .
Villains
Why are they always so down?
Always walking around with a frown?
They're all big, mean, and scary
Some might even be real hairy
But what's the big idea?
What is there to fear?
How you have refined me, the heat almost unbearable.
Each lick of the flame was searing and brought tears to my eyes.
I was molding and melting, bending to the will of the inferno.
Kevin, my father,
the epitome of a great dad.
Once a stranger to her,
but now makes her glad.
Her, as in me, was just a little girl
when he came into my life and changed my whole world.
I met you at the nursing home,
T’was Bingo we were to play,
You brightened as we entered,
as I asked about your day.
Even as you sit, 25 to when?
A lifer, as you call it, still provides me with wisdom from inside the cage
”Still the cage bird sings” is very true
You’ve been the distributor of wise words now let me be to you
A world born from a case of paper
The wisdom and ideas you’ve given to me
Will help me grow stronger later
As I work for the future I see
You’re not just an idea but a mentor
Playing soccer i was never tired
in my job i was never fired
we won states while i was riding the pine
and i made it to regionals when i actually tried
tennis had the success
but i never confessed
Do you see what time has done?
Less than a century ago, our era had begun.
In a male dominated society, we had sprung late but strong and gentle
I know that I am beautiful
My mother has told me every single day since I was born,
From before i could ever begin to comprehend the love-filled prose pouring from her lips.
You have traveled to hell and back
Swam through the waves of heartbreak and disappointment
Survived those nights you almost made your last
You are stronger than you think
Wear your those battle scars with pride
The soft flesh of your ashen, dirt covered cheeks.
The prestine awareness of your immacute perfection. Flawless.
Beauty and Grace and not a hair out of place. Must have been a deity of some sort. Or so I thought.
When I got to my first high school class,
When I sat with new supplies and eager anticipation,
When I took the notes and did the homework,
When my classmates started complaining about all-nighters,
There have been people who tried with me when I didn't deserve it and I am forever grateful because if they hadn't of tried with me, I would not be writing this today and I would be who I am. Dating back my fourth grade english teacher, Mrs.
To my mentor,
You have been there always to show me the route,
You've made me stronger, no doubt,
You've been been my key to success,
And always made sure that I didn't.......digress.
Life is trying to find the light
Throughout the years we learn to fight
At times we all may frown
We all have an up and a down
Finding themselves searching for more
Hoping for another open door
Poetry has taught me how to vocalize with style and power
Instead of hiding in cower.
It helped me express my emotions
And stand tall as a tower.
Poetry has shown me a new perspective
Poetry is an abstract art form.
The expression of one’s deepest thoughts
In the simplest of words amazes me...
In sixth grade, we defined poetry
Poetry
It is a lesson
It is a teacher
It is a perspective
It has no bounderies
No expectation
It's just a blank page
Waiting to be filled
But with what?
Your life experinces?
Feelings can come in all sorts of ways,
but no matter what, feelings change your days.
A poem is one of the best ways to feel,
the transfer of feelings to paper keeps your thoughts real.
For I love thou, my bright brown eyes.Thou spirit shines more than the hubris sun.I want to tell thou, but I don’t have time.Loving thou is easier said than done I scream it aloud, but it’s never heard.Friends.
Poetry to me
Poetry to me is like a distant relative.
That relative that was there as you grew up
and saw a few times a year
Mostly at the important events or at Christmas.
"It's a curse, a friend of the grave"
they judged a black,
and guessed on someone's soul at its color,
but they're the most worst,
whom are ready to let millions of innocents die in the bloody lands,
It hurts,
when these thoughts come in my mind,
with high pressure as blood beats,
pumping my brain veins.
I'm still in coma,
i can't define myself,
even if my eyes focus my target,
We were very happy,
flying in the quiet night,
around the kindness moon,
our colors were our pride,
the pride that gave us the smile,
the smile that gave us breath,
the breath that allowed us to jump
I love how I don't need explanations.
People do what they want without hesitation.
Yet all my life, people had me waiting.
Give me a moment of silence for all of the realization.
Speaking a whole new language
Desperately telling stories
Creating your own flow, and
I almost forget
That this is my passion.
A nation of letters
Giving you a deep feeling
Inside.
Broken knee on the green turf
Broken skin on the doctors table
Broken trust by the doctor and his "skills"
Broken knee on the softball field
Broken heart in the new doctors office
My sweet girl,
If only I could go back in time
to show you what I now know.
I wish I could go back just about three years,
to tell you that he's not everything you think he is.
I got a job and faced the real worldI started with food prep then hosted the frontIt was difficult at first but I soon caught onThe worst part was dealing with people who don't work at all
Dear Author,
I am your biggest fan
As I greatly enjoy my existence, I would like to say your work is splendid
Dear Future Bride, I stop daily and think about eternity with you.Life would be simple but so worth living.We would be broke college graduates but we would be in love.We would live out our dreams together because together is the dream.Life is chan
Why I Still Eat Ice Cream
Never has one enamored me more than you, the one that hurts me
You enter me and fill me with your cold, sweet touch but you leave me
With the runs,
Why I Still Eat Ice Cream
Never has one enamored me more than you, the one that hurts me
You enter me and fill me with your cold, sweet touch but you leave me
With the runs,
Dear Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, You have me on the edge of my seat shaking my head to rid myself of unwanted thoughts. My mind is a race because of you.
As night becomes day and day to night,
I sit at the counter, alone but alright.
Dreaming of a day during which I work
Not from neccesity but with an earnest smirk.
For now, though, I am awake
Dear Secretary DeVos,
School, school which I dispise
Free me from these prying eyes
These cliques and chatter stigmatize
The empty walls don't hear my cries
As I begrudgingly speak their lies.
Dear Past Self,
I remember the tears
that roll down your cheeks,
a wam trail of despairing emotion
lingering on your sodden face.
Emaciated memories assault my tired mind.
The restlessness that I endure takes hold and keeps me blind.
I am not sure if I exist within an empty void.
Take a look inside my disconsolate mind,And what do you find?Thoughts so evil and dark,They leave an everlasting mark.Are you afraid now?
Poetry
Poetry is within me
Poetry glides off the back of my skin
Poetry is in my eyes
Look within and baby you’ll be hypnotized
A light shimmering,
small fae glittering
standing there glistening.
A mystique figure sparkling.
The risers as a staircase
Dear Mommy,
Where were you when I was seven?
I had fallen and scraped my knee
I was bleeding--
Calling out your name
But you weren’t there
Instead you were sitting with a needle in your arm
Most people who use are selfish.
They hide away and do as the please,
like their family couldn’t care less.
I watched helplessly as my brother slowly decayed.
Dear Past Self,
How many words I wish I could say...
So many things I wish I could let you know.
I know its too late now, but I just want to make sure...
that you know you'll be alright in the future ahead.
Hi, my name is Faith.
I am a 4.0 student
I went home today, and my mother asked me
how school was.
Hi, my name is Faith
Being sound asleep was blissful,
Ignorance prolonged my dreams,
My patriotism was my pajamas,
Engraved in every seam.
The idea of my struggle coming to an end 30 years before I was born..
Dear Ex-best friend,
While it has been months since we last spoke and an infinite amount left until we will speak again, it is time to get this off my chest.
Everyday I'm scared,
of losing those who ever cared.
Those I call friends,
Who said they'll be there till the end.
They find others instead,
I think its better if I'd been dead.
Where are they now?
I want to be a poet,
Only for the money,
You see college is expensive
It is really not that funny.
Some spend years repaying a debt,
Others can't even afford it'
but paying for education is bullshit
I'm gonna start working on me, myself and I
Gonna stop all this just tryin to get by
telling me to "get better", "stop crying", "you're fine"
in society, there are rules to follow
1. women work hard to earn money
2. men don't work much to earn money
3. Race counts in the workforce
4. Beauty means to cover your face with makeup
Even though we never have enough money, I tell you we do, all because
I love you,
Even though I despise going to my job, I work from 3 to the dead of night, all because
I love you,
Even though we never have enough money, I tell you we do, all because
I love you,
Even though I despise going to my job, I work from 3 to the dead of night, all because
I love you,
I'll wrap you up in linen blanket, the one with your favorite pattern.
I'll turn on the channel to your favorite show, the one with the blue haired guy.
I'll bring you home a candy bar, the one you eat too much of,
Because I love you, Lets build,
Because I love you, I want to be able to share a cup of coffee with you,
Because I love you, lets be adventurous
Because I love you we should have boundaries,
Love.
Love is kind.
Love is strong.
Love is unrequited.
Love is caring for one another.
Love is seen in the flowers growing in the glade.
We talk because we want to, not because we need to
We hold hands because we choose to, not because we have to
We Love because that is what we feel, not because we need it like a meal
Love should not be hard or scary!
Love isn’t just a word that you say
It isn’t a feeling or a game you play
Love doesn’t come and go
It is worth your time; so take it slow
Love isn’t a noun; it’s a verb
It’s the ultimate action word
Friends
By: William Pia
School, we mostly see it as making friends,
Spending time with them daily in classes.
Every thirty minutes of lunch extends,
Big brown eyes that would never tell lies
Loving hands that were made for holding mine
You made me see all the beauty you see in my every flaw
Because you love me, you would never let me fall
Because I love you, I will try
Beacuse I love you, I won't pry
Because I love you, I wll fight
Because I love you, I will trust you on your absent night
Because I love you,, I will sacrifice what's mine
Thirsty aren't you? Mother did always say that if someone ever offered you a drink, it was impolite to reject it. Yes society may pour you a glass but dont let them drown you.
Oh, how did I find a man like you
You bring out the best in me,
Filling my heart with glee
Never doubting my ability
Oh, how did I find a man like you
You bring out the best in me,
Filling my heart with glee
Never doubting my ability
When you said the phrase, "because I love you",
I thought you really meant it,
I didnt think you were taking advantage of me,
I just thought you really meant it.
Soft words, soft hands
brushing back your loose hair strands.
Loving kisses to say goodnight
two strong arms when things aren't right.
Wiping away your tears of pain
not restraining you like a ball and chain.
If I were to describe all of the reasons I love you,
It would start with the first time we met,
And, even though I wanted nothing to do with you
For the longest time,
Little Red Riding Hood knew
The day she would die
But not how, or who, or why
Just that bad luck grew strong on her family tree
Worked its way into their roots
We all know the tale of the pied piper’s play
He tooted his flute to take rats away
The village was glad
But soon to be sad
When he took all their children when they didn’t pay
The tale of Prince Ali may appear to be full of joy and dreams come true,
The tale of Prince Ali may appear to be full of joy and dreams come true
School has a bill that is required by all to fit into it.
Its like trying to put a triangle into the circular hole.
It just won't fit.
I am a triangle, because I don't fit into the catagory of the circle.
I held onto the bike handles tightly
"I can't do it Dad"
My voice quaked with fear
"I won't
ever let you go"
He smiles
At age 10, I believed him
Once upon a time there was a beautiful lady living beneath her means
This beautiful lady named "Cinderella" then said something that made him think
"Although my name is Cinderella perhaps I am the Underground Queen"
Once upon a time there was a force to be reconded with.
Her personality never switched nor flipped
it just adjusted to the people her life hit.
This girls name was Wendy and as such she flowed.
In the far corners of the Kingdom Null
There is a pond that sits behind a castle, old
Full of treasure and full of gold
And within the palace and royal court
Once upon a time our story starts,Once upon a time my life falls apart.So now it's my side that you shall see.Because,when was it ever about me!The story starts with a girl who lied,Yet it is her that everyone sides.We made a deal, that you all kn
*Greatness, a nine letter word that hold such overwhelming value.
*Nine o'clock, fear enters the heart of a tender soul.
*An individual of Humpty beginnings who would rather not be so bold.
Once Upon A Time there was a little mermaid.
You've heard the story before, but not quite like this.
She gave up her voice so she could be
A Part of His World and out of the sea.
She, a Poor Unfortuante Soul indeed.
Once upon an Ending the Earth fell on my shoulders
as if I was Atlas carrying the whole world
The sky shattered like glass on to my skin
making scars deeper than they have been
once apon a time
a girl as white as snow
a girl with a beautiful glow
once apon a time
a girl with hair as dark as night
a girl who faced a terrible fright
once apon a time
Sweat keeps finding its way
Through that new blouse you bought specifically for the first day
Am I in the right room?
I sit down anyways
I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, for one nation which says that all humans are equal, that we, the American citizens, are protected under rights given to us while the homeless starve to death in alleys and
My country tis of thee, foul land of misery
That’s what I see
Land of the white man’s lies
Land of the minorities’ cries
That’s what I see
The worlds got it all wrong
My fingertips strain, lift the window edges;
I peer beyond the roses, past the hedges:
I see America.
Liberty is ghostly white, she bleeds red, she cries blue.
Millions of souls with none to look to-
One nation under God,
With liberty and justice for all.
This may be true if you are white,
You didn't have to fight for your right
To be considered equal.
Fear, oppresion, and injustice cause unrest.
Diversity is what makes america great
Each culture threaded in the american fabric like clockwork
Blood and sweat soaks the american soil we walk on
Hope and desolation fills our hearts but we continue On
Nothing more what elese to say?
Have our days been counted?
What to do but pray?
I live a life of oppresion
And being brown is my obsession
But how has my color helped me?
Oppress, Depress, and Suppress
What is left to impress?
We have no control
As we wither on our last coal
But we can rise
No longer compromise
We will burn bright
A great future is in sight.
Feminism isn´t just equality
with men, politics, or the economy
Feminism is how
we as women
All treat eachother
Cause when we´re mean
It gets hella scary
Feminism starts with eachother
one day all your tears will turn into smiles
and all the nights you cried your self to sleep
will be the nights you laughed with your friends
those nights you lied awake with no luck in sleeping
America the beautiful, they say we are free, To raise out hands in class, as long as we don't say what we think, Politics is suicide, Bigots are those who disagree, Find the right answer before we try to speak, I can say what I desire, as long as
America can not be described in words
only people
in America every mind is beautiful
every heart is open
every voice is heard
equality is abundant
there is a home for the homeless
Great again?
Great when?
When the Indians were stripped of their land?
And the Africans shipped like contraband?
Great again?
Great when?
When hatred filled the streets in forms of racism ?
United as one
Divided as one
What we so proudly hailed became seperated by indviduals
We've come together as one before, to give us proof through the night,
That are flag was still there when we were all one,
From Ruether and Morgan. From the Germans and the WelshI’m from Coty and the life lessons he taught. From the things we hid fromMom and laugh about to this day.I’m from the unwavering guidance of Brian.
Even though tomorrow is uncertain
I still march forward with hope and passion
Though I might be down I still look forward with a mighty fire burning inside
I march forward because the future holds the keys to great doors
A million breaths
in short succession, ten thousand
sounds uttered at once through
guttural pauses, my heart nearly jumping
into the abyss within. The ball drops and
I can hear it smashing into crystal
I don't sleep or step our the house
People think I'm crazy cause I hear voices
I don't eat in the fear of being called fat
My wardrob is nothing but black
I hide razors in my bathroom which help with the pain
You must sit quietly still,
in a dull desk,
in a beige, buzzing room,
the poem staring at you.
Your vision blurs,
then your dozing eyes close.
Intro;
Okay
You are not good enough.
That is what I said.
sorry
I know this isn’t the funniest topic for a poem and I know it’s not what you want to hear before having to writeand put yourself out there
Do we react like universes? And
Experience ourselves ironically?
She sleeps -- she's peaceful now -- on soft white sand;
The ocean of her eyes starts looking starry.
But I am drowning. Just 'cause I'm supposed
The world was different, but now is lost
Once no tongues needed to be held back
Books, pencil, paper were used
Voices echoed, laughter filled our mouths
It's not like I have changed much physically.
16 going on 17.
Still a midget among giants,
and a giant among midgets.
Being just over five feet
It's funny you spoke of change; you swore you would never go back again.
Yet you stayed in the mess, waiting for a "savior."
Praying that would be me.
A year ago I would've let you.
My worth
Is filled within dark circles
Bubbled in with
Soft lead
Nothing outside the lines
My worth
Is sometimes expressed as
A number
First, 27
Then, 29
Hidden behind the curtain, only known to few,
she shines the light and sounds the applause, but little have they knew.
She watches her friends receive flowers, kisses, and more,
startCreative Outdated Who am IIf I can't define what makes me tickThe things inside Overwhelmed So sickI wish for bliss Taunted and mocked
the "tick tick tick" echo is my mind
the bass of the soundtrack for the last year
"hurry hurry!" the clock whispers
as the future rushes towards me
my hands being to shake as I type
essay after essay
The Loss of a friend is a difficult battle
The Ride with me on a single saddle
Was there to introduce me as a senior
Teacher told me I'm worthless, then I believed herI was in AVID, but really I wasn't eagerTo be the student, so studious with his features Dropping out like loose change cause I don't need her
She cradled my hand and spat the truth
this religion is just not for you.
I peddled to shore when the sun rose
and practiced a life I have not yet disclosed.
Ripples danced over my chest
The numbers 2016 will forever be engraved into my mind,
Not because of me being confined,
But in truth, I became defined,
By all of this year’s problems combined.
2016, it started simply divine,
why do we hate
why do we fight
why do we kill
why do we destroy
but
why do we love
why do we care
why do we live
why do we create
i assume its because
we're
human
Loud and fast times with friends.
Earned the name "The Usual Suspects"
Fires burned bright inside and out.
This year there are only physical scars and awesome stories to tell
In this moment, she breathes in the balmy forest air.
In this moment, tears of gold stain a long-lost one's shirt.
In this moment, nothing else matters.
In this moment, his fingers tentatively slip between hers.
Crisp was a winter midnight’s air.
Disturb the silence, no one dared.
The pain of frost taking our toes.
Our names and faces no one knows.
We see our gasps in the chill this night.
In the Dart,but still I rise
Left alone in the cold Dark night
Crying ,crying I might
In the Dark,but still I rise
Me myself and i might lie
And try not to die
In the dark,but still I rise
As i sit in AP lang
My desk is under the light
But why
Does the light shine on me?
As I sit in my room
Doing homework til midnight
I sit underneath the light
But why
The person who is standing now is not naive anymore
If you knew me then you would be surprise that I am not a bore
I used to be a shy and isolated teenager who would not give the time of day
BUT
School is trying to get me on the college route,
but my parents and school only help me get stressed out.
They force concepts and goals I do not agree with.
I start to think that college and jobs are just myth.
Nostalgia has become part of my personality,
Really, I don't mind.
I dig up old memories
it's a revelation to rewind
Because though my eyes are the same shade of brown they were 365 days ago
"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."
Like an confusing intricate puzzle, you don't quite know where your piece will fit
Yes I recall way back when
I lost something that I held dear
We were taught to love, not to hate.
To feel and love willingly,
And set aside the gender or race of our people.
Yet, we judge based on what we see.
Does our appearance determine who we are?
Wake up and slam the snooze
Another day for school
Get up and trudge to my closet
Throw on school clothes, I look like a fool
Doesn’t matter, I put on some shoes
Go to my bathroom and turn on the faucet
When the phone turns on
A smile appears on my face
All my worries are gone
Because I get to have the grace
Of seeing my love
Who smiles back at me
And I feel truly free of
[ Me writing a letter to death]
October 10th.. Sending this letter from DeVonte, to.... to..,
Im going to start off this letter saying i dont like you, I fear of you but I will fight you,
My head is full, so full of worries and strife,
My shoulders become heavy with the burdens of life,
I must throw it off, I must let it go,
I place my hands on the keys and the music starts to flow,
There are things you can do
when you're feeling blue
With each day comes a new obstacle
that may seem impossible.
you've become older now,
and can't seem to figure how
one could overcome
Maybe it was the stars at night
that triggered my poetic flight.
Maybe it was the heat of fire
that made my soul aspire.
Maybe it was the cold wind from the north
that brought my dexterity forth.
Dissapointment.
Nothing but regret.
One night stand,
Nothing but a sweat.
I was your seed,
You gave me no lead.
Feeling boundless on bareness.
But the carlessness was always there.
The sun is raising
Another day has begun
Shoes, jacket, pants are on
Time to make another day go around
I go to school to learn the lessons
I go to the clubs to bring more
To live on
when I am gone
thoughts that were once in my head
may always be read
thoughts that were once in my head
live on when I am dead
to live on
when I am gone
There's a reason
I'm alive
There's a reason
That I try
It may not be what you expect
For it is not fear of neglect
That keeps me going when I'm down,
No, it is but a certain sound
There once was a man named Sam
He didn't want to go to CSU
And become a Ram
He wanted to go to CU
So he had to pass his ACT exam
He needed motivation
To get up in the morning
Yikes, there's K.
It's been a while since I saw her sorry face,
I whisper little lies about invisible flaws
She's gained weight, look at her:
Bloated belly, sausage stems
As I awake from my dreams and into my reality.
My body no longer desires the rest it craved.
It needs to take action, and go above its normality.
Otherwise, I would be nothing but a grave.
Resting....
Some may try to find happiness in fame,
Others in clothes, or purely in the aspect of having money
They fantasize about all the things they wish they had
Tearing through life likes it's a competition
I am what?
According to others I am a slut
I am forgotten and I am hated
The love from someone I awaited
But that love never came
because all guys say was a game
A dream-filled night's worth of
tangled bedsheets, then a frantic drowsy start.
What day is it? Where am I? The beach
is too far away for there to be this
much sand in my eyes so imagine my suprise when
God's one wing angel
Is a fighter that didn't quit
When it got to rough for her
She is the light that lites the room
The joy out of the laugher you saw
The peace maker
It was just me and Annabel Lee
All I could think was "ugh", poetry
Then I finally saw
The feelings so raw
Up to this day,
I remember the name,
The name was Annabel Lee
Rhymes, rhymes, that’s what catches my eye.
End Rhymes, Slant Rhymes, Rich Rhymes, Oh my…
End rhymes are the ones we catch with no hesitation,
There wasn't a poem or rhyme that brought me in.
There wasn't a person or place that pushed me to begin.
There wasn't a situation or time hat ignited my desire.
Just a pen and paper, or keyboard ,or typewriter.
Poetry oh poetry,
What do you mean to me?
Your words flow like water,
And look so carefree.
You are the reason one can express their feelings,
For we are only mere beings.
You may
Shut me up
Break my will,
Imprison me,
just because you
disagree
with
my
beliefs.
I close my eyes and think about all of the things that have happened,
I close my eyes and I think about anything I came imagine,
I close my eyes and wish there were better days sometimes,
Every time I look up there's a problem you see,
Every time I look down it feels like I'm stress free,
If I close my eyes and see what the world could be,
I open them back and see reality.
Life is touched in gold, and bathed in silver Touched in nirvana, bathed in desperation, by affliction, by mysterysome pain, never promised gainBathed in the blackness of the loud, engraved in the brightness of the nightsculpted in the shadows of
Poetry
It's not for everyone
Not everyone understands the
Line Breaks
Spaces
Lack of Punctuation
Or Passion
Put into such a poem
If more people took the time to understand
A child was born, and a tale bagan,
As two parents found reason to stay in public matrimony.
This child, a girl with eyes who say more than her mouth,
She felt the presence of a dark thing.
I write to free the ink,
the substance within.
The freedom it brings,
flowing freely to
the open ears of a page
always listening intently,
never interupting, only
absorbing. The way
Even before we breathe,
We see love.
As we begin to love,
We see poetry.
Poetry- it's a beautiful thought.
It's used in songs; in books...
It expresses our deepest, innermost thoughts.
You say that you are helpless
but really you are just selfish
You want relief
despite what you believe
The only idea that you seem to conceive
Wrapped up deep in yourself
Bam!
I knocked you out
you hit the ground
I'm through messing around
playing these little games of yours
tired of you walking all over me like I'm nothing but dirt
I'm done getting hurt
In each of my hands
I balance the choice of right and wrong
In my heart
I hold my dreams for my future
In my mind
I keep my thoughts
With my eyes
I see the good and evil in this world
Poetry can be scary.
Poetry is supposed to be scary.
Digging through thoughts so deep, I cringe.
But poetry can be happy.
Poetry is supposed to be happy.
Poetry is a lot of things.
Why is it that we want farfetched objects?
Perhaps it’s the thought of having something,
Poetry, a weak man’s sword
Forced to yield it to prove my brawn
A joke, a jest I had voiced my displeasure
Reluctant and grumbling I grasped the hilt
Handheld gadgets
Like phones and tablets
Carbon Dioxide emitting machines
Replacing our natural habits
Fashinable clothes
And governtment bureaus
False friends, referred to as snakes
Every day we are reminded when we go out into the world of how dangerous it is in
mondern day. one day you will hear about isis strike back again the next a cop killing
What’s the one thing I can’t live without,
If, on a sunny day, at the beach, and the waves are crashing, I find
Myself needing something worth needing, I might just scream and shout.
Is it a book? Perhaps, if Fate is kind.
Oh, when will I see the mountains once more?
I want to feel the crisp air on my face.
The day I had to leave them my heart tore.
At my home there is not such a fast pace.
I would cut clothes from the fine cloth that takes it's texture from the summer sky.
Days drew patterns for clean cotton blouses.
Nights drafted beautiful dark dresses.
She runs out of the room.
Tears running down her cheeks.
She gasps for air, struggling to breathe.
Her face as white as a ghost.
The image burned into her mind.
His face was all she could see.
Who would have thought...
That a girl of 14 would have to make a huge life desicion.
That she would have to face this monster for the rest of her life.
Who would have thought...
I love pens.
I love the feeling of uncapping a new pen.
I love stumbling upon new types of pens.
I love the way it feels when I write with a pen for the first time.
I want to shine like a star
Go far, to be close to one's old self is too closed
Minded, I have a hope, been on the down slopes
Now I'm on a roll, I'm sure I have a path
It took that one glance,
that split second I looked from the face of my beloved.
You sat there;
gleaming in the sunlight.
I fell for all the ways
your sweet scent pulls me in.
I had no regrets
That familiar question
I’ve seen it before
What would you do?
If there was nothing else left,
No one to rely on,
The importance of this is of great value to me
Coming out of the womb, I was ready for it
Everything about it excites and intrigues me
Whether it’s virtual or reality, I adore it
Trapped in the world of endless green
Stuck there forever
Who wouldn't go mad?
I certainly won't
Once you lose your mind you lose all hope
I am Sane
In my heart
In my hand
I hold heart and give it to you
When I close my eyes
I see your face
When I'm hurt
You hold me close
I look into your eyes
I see our future
I see our love
You carried me with you for nine months whole
And when I was born your heart I stole
You fell in love with me at first sight
You promised to care for me and raise me right
It's okay because I've realized that no one really cares.
That no one can really hear me when I scream and claw,
Trying to climb out of this hole.
Surrounded by painful noises,
You carried me with you for nine months whole
And when I was born your heart I stole
You fell in love with me at first sight
You promised to care for me and raise me right
Choas rang its bell that day
Surrounded by desert
I somehow felt trapped all day
Without her rings of curls
There was no meanig in the world
A sight came to me
A reflection no doubt
Warn out shoebox.
You hold my greatest achievements.
My strengths and weaknesses.
All my favorite memories belong to you.
I see you there becoming dusty, but I know you don't mind.
The only thing I need
The only thing anyone has ever needed
Is hope.
Without hope, dysphoria is eternal
Blue funk dresses already sparse silver linings
Self-slaughter becomes logical choice
What I need
What I need
Scholarship money for another book to read
What I need
What I need
An education for my brain to feed
What I need
What I need
The wind in my face
The light breeze on a summer day
All of these other elements
Think they are the greatest
Earth, Fire, and Water
But what about wind?
No one ever bothers to think about the wind
Books are the window to the soul.
They can teach you things and get your brain going.
Books are the essential thing that I absolutely cannot live without.
I wonder why kids don't like school
We get to hang out with friends we dont see
Having that year-end celebration at the pool
Making jokes and new friends, that's the key
Going here will stop you from being a fool
You are expected of from day one.
Expectations to be tall, to talk, walk, be happy, and smart.
No one ever looks at your heart.
Do they know what is inside, do they know you cry?
It's the Thing at the Bottom of the Box,
It's the It that sets apart the bum and the unemployed
It's that itch you can't scratch, making you feel like a dog with a cone around its furry neck,
At that moment, where she was yawning and I took it upon myself to take a peek at those wonderful set of teeth
Was the moment I was swept up off my feet
The flash of light, the loud boom
is all showing that we are in our doom.
Hidden by day, moving at night
To make sure we are always out of sight.
Why, oh why did I have to be born
Why, Oh Why, Technology are you everywhere?
Creeping in everyone's bedroom, and even in the bathroom, why do you always have to be everywhere?
You make us happy but we don't like to share.
I need my black and white
Not because you’re beautiful,
Not because you’re bright,
I need you because you bring music into my life.
Through the rough times
I need my black and white
Not because you’re beautiful,
Not because you’re bright,
I need you because you bring music into my life.
Through the rough times
When packing, they're in first;
when washing, they're off last.
As I begin this new chapter,
new setting,
new characters,
new scene,
(same costumes),
they'll be with me every step,
I cried into her shoulder as the day was long and hard.
She held me and told me it would be fine.
She made me laugh when I didn't want to smile.
She made me think through my thoughts.
I remember every day that we would spend together. I let it get the best of me cause I can still feel your hands hold mine when you were scared. The tone of your voice when you'd cry on the phone. Your swelled eyes when you'd stare at me.
College
Stressful, Exciting
Studying, Partying, Exploring
Dorms, Quads, Friends, Professors
Crying, Eating, Reading
Fun, Short
University
All I need to set my soul free, Is God and his power , to love me dearly,
His love is so burly and his words are full of honesty.You can taste
his delightful reach from the heavens where he is called king , He fights
Here I am
Trembling in fear
On this deserted in island
For who knows how many years
There is only one thing I need
In a situation like this
Something I would very much so miss
I am me, myself, and I
i am not perfect I tend to lie
and mixed in the lies are truth
I will even give you some proof
because i am me, and myself is I
i may not be perfect but lying is my alibi
I am black, but it has nothing to do with my character
I am a black teen and that automatically makes me a target to society
I am a black teen girl, but I will not become another one of the world's statistics
I am more than just a number, I am hardworking
My hands, covered in blister from working long shifts,
Won't stop until the world sees what I truly have to offer
I work for everything I have, everything I am
I love their smiles
I love their miles
Imprinted on their faces
I love their eyes
But not mine
I love the color of the sky
A little boy in suit and tie
Love is an emotion that holds untold magic.
Magic worth a thousand words.
Love is an emotion that bathes two partners in happiness.
Love transform pain into happiness with a sense of touch.
I was weak
I was sad
I was alone
I was isolated
I was different
I thought I was fine
I thought I was good
I was niave
I was desperate.
That all changed. I am different Now
I was the girl no one cared existed,
the girl alone, because I was the girl everyone resented.
The young black girl, so shy and frail.
Afraid when situations got worse, like living in hell.
I am beautiful
dancing across the stage
flawless
stealing your heart
broken
I am broken
pink tights hide bandaid's
bandaid's hide scars
scars
scars from cuts
across my hips
A leap of faith she is,never knowing what, new territories and boundaries.
She plunges and judges every moveShe has a need to know everything,a need to love what blossoms in the darkand dies in the light.
As a child you swim.
Contently.
Naiively.
Ignorant of the evils lying below.
Waiting.
Watching.
As you grow,
there's a weight added to your ankle,
every year you turn older.
I travel through an endless song,
Through the abstract sound waves
That have tracked me down, leaving me kneeling
To a powerful God, who has taught me how to un-tie asphalt knots
I saw you with your new girlfriend a few nights ago.
Your hair was slicked back. You were wearing that tux I picked out for you, the navy one.
You seemed to be having a great time.
Maybe I'm too poetic
too romantic
too
To be something I'm not is easy
But to be too poetic
too romantic
To be who I am is heartbreaking
it began with a spark
lightning struck and i fell in love
the fire blazed uncontrollably
flames and i danced wildly
untaped untrained untamed
but free
Then they came
We have fought for centuries in blood, sweat and tears,
And we will continue to do so these next few hundred years-
If it means you will be safe my love, my dear.
He looked at her
in beautiful colors
vibrant and passionate ones
he saw
her firey red temper
and he still found her beautiful
because it was no color of red he'd ever seen
he saw
I am who I say I am,
but who do I say I am?
Am I a success,
or am I a failure?
I am a success,
because I know who I am.
I am an athlete,
a devoted, hard working athlete.
He called me a Diamond in the Rough.
Did this mean I am admirable,
in a beastly world?
Am I just another flower
in a concrete jungle?
Or do I depict a mirage
on an old brick wall...
I am my scars.
I am the faint gouge beside my mouth and beneath my eye.
I am the old lines of hate driven into my heart, now long faded.
I am an oxymoron.
I am an honest liar.
I am a cowardly leader.
I Am One of the Last
I am herbal remedies smoldering in a cast iron cauldron
Late on an Autumn night
Mulling spices and salted pumpkin seeds
Strewn across a slate table
Child born to a child
Small and sweet
Little girl, tiny feet
Mother kid, feeling weak
Father grown, dead beat drunk
Days in darkenss
Nights in pain
Beatings changing daily
Hardly the same
I am not a feast for the eyes to devour
I am a body with a mind that thinks and a soul that speaks
with a mouth that sings
songs of an internal grief and an external peace
with hands that give
They say I'm the girl with good intentions,
A girl who is kind and sweet,
They say I'm mature,
A girl who's understanding and flexible
They say I'm childish,
A girl who plays too much and need to grow up
"Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That's what little girls are made of."
But I’m pretty sure the cook made me wrong,
To be frank with you,
I don't know how to describe myself.
I've gone through countless
Skins of me
And of all
I've shed out of them.
Each
Have been forcibly stripped off
I am unknown to me…
I am the mistake you regret.
I am the inner voice, screaming to heard,
TO be understood.
I am the helpless, hopeless little girl.
But, I am also the one who decided to fight back.
i am a
Potato
why does looking like a Potato mean i look bad?
a Potato has its own unique set of
lumps
bumps
but a Potato also has its virtues!
a Potato is versatile
My mom used to tell me, " you can be anything you want to be."
But how can that be when societal views often describe me?
In their eyes since I am an African-American, I am a threat.
My arms dripping with blood from my wrist.
Head held down so the horror can’t be seen.
All around, fire pit with every inch of coal to keep it burning.
Screaming for help and no one hears a word come out.
The one thing I have taken out of life is that it is
survivable.
I have had awful things happen to me in my life.
Some of those things seemed so unbearable.
In dreams filled with glory and pride.
Saving my people like The Great Esther,
I found myself believing.
California, swimsuit bodies apply to all
I am on a flight from Charlotte,
where I return to my life on the other side.
Leaving a home away from home
that has stood the test of time.
The first week had me broken,
bawling in strife.
A young kid shows up at her brother's gate,
already soaked just from looking at the Colorado scene.
God knows how she was chosen for the job.
Yet there she is, ready to be a farm machine.
Fortitude.
It is a word I have grown accustomed to.
Fortitude.
Next to it, my God given name is found.
Strength is embedded in my shoulders proudly supporting this determined head of mine
I have a closet full of masks
There are so many I can't keep track.
Each day, I go into my closet and grab a new mask
I put on a new face and I act.
I act my problems away
Letting my feelings go a stray.
I am...
Useless
I never do anything right
I am...
Broken
I don't recognize myself
I am...
Used
I am of fire and ash.
Behind a smokey vail to hide my flaws,
the poisoned air choking me.
My nature fiery like the burning embers inside me,
the embers searing me inside.
My imagination knows no limits,
I AM BLACK.
Painted in reference to God’s night sky,
So loved by his sun,
I received its kiss a thousand times.
I am my brothers and sisters in arms,
Stolen from paradise across the seas.
My life is like a multi-colored retractable pen, and the multiple colors represent different types of moments that once they happen, they’ll be written into my memories.
I am from ranch signs
from China cabinets and antique chairs
I am from the roses in our front yard
(beautifu, elegant
it felt like Satin).
I am from the Esperanza flowers,
the leaves of Quakie trees
I'm a masterpiece of colors
ripped at every edge.
Today I'm blue.
But as people touch me, their colors mix with mine.
Today I'm blue
but he's red,
and if he touches me I'll dissolve to lilac.
As the wind gently pulls the wisps of my hair
I feel like a dandelion seed - floating in mid-air
Among all the other dreams and wishes being blown about
I feel a little lost, a little lonely, and full of doubt
I compare thy love to a rose,
its finest smell
too great for my nose
thy could take me to hell.
With thee I could even end up in heaven.
Thou art my leader.
There’s an underbelly of this school
Not where the cool kids rule
I’m starting to think they run the place
Like some all powerful alien race
Some represent a pool of sludge
I blame it on their hideous pudge
Liz
It’s in the morning that I think of you
I can’t seem shake the feeling in my chest
Though I thought I was breaking through
As a fawn in life
The world seemed filled with good
Everything is something everyone could
Ever since 5 I dreamed of being a man’s wife,
Then life became more real
As I grew more old
I am Denny
I am a high school senior who did not turn out how i wanted to.
Not Dennis, Danny, Daniel or Kenny.
I may be rough around the edges but i do what i have to do.
Life almost never goes in a straight path.
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FULL POEM HERE:What I am…Being, having feeling, and my Purpose.
I am-- yet what I was is what I don't care to know
Once I use to stare into the glass of her reflection
I became lost with no affection.
Implementing the fears of inadequacy onto myself and her reflector.
I am chia tea early in the morning while pouring over Sudoku challenges with my mom.
I am from goggles and Speedos, preparing to break six minutes in the 500 meter free.
When people ask me who I am,
I stutter,
because for some reason,
the language of myself is foreign to me.
We could call it a result of bullying, mental illness, or plain teenage mystery.
pensive.
p-e-n-s-i-v-e.
I’m always thinking up here.
and I got
countless things
that I carry inside of
this angry,
ridiculous little head of mine.
all I do is think.
I am...
the forgettable in most cases,
unforgettable in others.
I used to be the girl who trusted another.
But now I am different.
Breathe in, breathe outIf I close my eyes they won't get me!Open, check left or right,So far they haven't noticed me! I take my tiny feet and walk across the room I make sure I make no sound so I could get there soon But midway I am caught and thr
My childhood was a wildhood
I never understood the good
shadows called me a real trooper
but my life only felt like a blooper
i was an on going fire
burning everything i truly dersired
I am hollow,
just as if I were a honeymelon
beautiful, and unique on the surface
yet hollow to the core once cut open
I am admired and reflectiveI wonder if people will always stare at meI hear commentsI see everyone that looks at meI want people to see meI am admired and reflexive I imagine being on a disco ballI feel loved by everyone that looks at meI touch th
I tend to look at the bigger picture while others live in the moment ...knowing every little moment leads me closer to my dreams and goals....I AM A DREAMER!
Born in the dark.
Eyes as bright as diamonds.
Crying with life.
Fiercely fighting out of fear
For death is yet a constant tear.
Apple juice stained grubby white jumper
Yellow, blue, purple paint stained construction paper
Mud stained sneakers
I am stained
Reality stained numb mind
Dry crusted blood stained shaking wrists
What makes me me
Maybe its my crooked smile
The way my sunglasses are always lopsided on my face
My crazy curly hair
My moles spread across my face
I am just quiet
like faraway wind
like a fluttering leaf
like darkness in the night
I am full of self-doubts
I am
That girl you sat next to in math class
Yeah that was me
I'm the girl who doodled on her paper
That drew flowers instead of
shapes
The person who was always late
I Am Me
I am not my test scores
I am not my GPA
And I am not my mother’s expectation
I am a writer
I am a girl full of dreams
And I am a soul searching to be free
I AM
I am Human
I am a mistake
I am a hero
I am the rainbow
I am a whisper
I am a curse
Am I unworthy of love?
Will I too have fate?
I am not a label
I ignite a spark within the heart of others.
As hard as it may be, I place the pain of the innocent into myself.
Clueless am I at times, yet I surprise others with maturity.
Under everything I am human
I was put here to love
Regardless of the color of my skin
Or who I choose to love
My skin may be too black to fit in with the whites
A wild untamed stallion
That stallion runs so fast that he can never be stopped
The only thing that can stop him is himself
He stops in the moment of comfort
I Am Who I Am
I am not perfect
I have many flaws of my own
I have a good sense of humor
Black, Tall, and Insecure,
That was me, Today I am
Black, Tall, and Confident
No Human Being on this earth is
Like me. There is a reason for our
Differences and they shall and must be embraced.
Living in the world where I wear the mask
Living in all lies
Not trying to see the truth in things
But instead seeing the excuse in things
Still wearing the mask
As if I don't have another way out
There was no beauty and the beast,
rather, they were one in the same. The
beast inhabited the beauty's soul.
She may have looked beautiful, stunning even,
Anger and sadness mixed together,
Envy and hatred thrown into the mix,
All of these things mixing, eventually crushing the mind like a feather.
Tired of being thought of as such, no longer falling for their tricks.
I Am
Not the person I wanted to be as a younger child
Because I envisioned my future self to be happy
The clock continues to tick
And one day it will stop
Nobody knows for sure when or how
But it will
As time goes on the clock will get slower
The clock will get more tired
Than it ever used to before
She was never
the type, to be played with--
like a toy, then forgotten
and disposed of the next day.
I am not.
I am not an object.
I am not a stereotype.
I am not a possession.
I am not mindless.
I am not weak.
I am.
I am a person.
I am an individual.
I am myself.
Paint is dripping off my canvas
The music playing but I'm not dancing
They say I don't seem to romantic
So I just mutter the phrase "I've never believed in the Titantic or Ella Enchanted
I Am...
I was young
I was damaged at a young age
I thought it was all a game
You made me feel so ashamed
Like it was my fault
Fighting through life
Dealing with hard times
Oh the hard times
But I have Strength
Smiling on the outside
But being terrified on the inside
No one can help but myself
I have Strength
Fictional truths disrespecting my roots,
Missionless proof, impersonated sleuth,
Bent back tooth that depicted my youth,
Zeus predicted a truce when dad tied his Timbaland boots.
But there wasn't.
I am Harmony
I am a trailblazer
I am an inspiration
I am a role model
I am powerful
I am intelligent
I am more than I was yesterday and I will be more tomorrow than I am today
I am cursed, cursed to be who I am.
What am I?
Listen and maybe you’ll see.
Maybe…
I am a light shining on your shadow.
I am a wall that you can’t break.
When I wake,
their is a girl staring back at me.
I see her pain,
her joy,
and above all her mistakes.
She has cried herself to sleep,
and through tears told everyone it's okay.
I AM NATE
That is my name
But the naming of this nappy headed kid turned out to be unfortuNATE
I am a teenage girl
I am silly and helping
I am friendly and outgoing
I am music
I may be young
I may be old
I am somebody
I am me.
No one else can be.
I try so hard to be more.
Sometimes I tend to snore.
I like softball.
I give that my all.
Learn to live.
I always give.
My name is Marisa.
This is me.
A girl stood clear unsure of what to become
she was quiet but friendly
honest but sensitive
positive and brave
with an ability to be open
I am me.
I am born from the clean cut military lines. I am born from the Air Force bases.
I am different cultures. My attitude is gifted to me from all the places.
I have moved. I have settled.
Who am I?
A question asked by many
Asked by my job to score a penny
I am an outspoken force to be reckoned with
What is your ethnicity?
I am a Panamanian Princess
For dust you are.
Shaped with a steady hand,
Filled with air,
be beautiful was my first command,
Filled with room.
Yet. Despair.
For dust you are.
"I am worthy of your space",
I am… ambitious.
Both good and bad,
since I enjoy being successful,
regardless of what it costs me.
More than what you see when I walk by
Not just a pretty face with brown eyes
Well put together
yes indeed
Yet struggling to provide for a family of 6 who is ineed
I am a seed
I am planted and nurtured, carefully tended as I grow, there is no knowledge of what I will become, a beginning awaiting
I am a flower
I am…
By: Tahirah Rasheed
When she was born they gave her the name Tahirah which means pure.
So much potential to explore
A lovely looking little girl
For years I've sat back and listened to those tell me who I am. I listened and I believed because truth be told I didn't even know who I was.
But during those years, I've grown and I've changed like a calipiter in it's cocoon.
Life used to be full of energy and happiness;
No pressure and no sadness.
Simply, life seemed easy;
But soon I would become needy.
Needy for love, care, and joy;
Smoke fills the sky
Abandonment is the definition of city
Can we all find a way to forget depression
If we don't
It'll eat us alive
Trapping all of us inside
What happened to the sunny days
I am very conscientious
Very unpretentious
Sometimes contentious
But will pay the consequences
If I am pretentious
I am...
I am a mess.
I am a late night crying.
I am a failed test.
I am a crooked smile.
But,
I am me.
I'm not changing.
I will not change for society,
I will not change for you.
Who am I? You want to know who I am? Well I'll tell you what I'm not
I'm not my brothers
I'm not a jock, an artist, a musician, a druggie, or a brain
I'm not the favorite
I'm not crazy
I'm not perfect
How could you say it wasn't your fault
You're putting my life into a halt
you think it's okay
to treat me that way
I will escape this from this assault
Does my anger make you nervous? As it growls, crouched low on its hunches.Prowling the shadows of my psyche while you cower? Do its screams make you squeamish?
The room is a cold as her tears
Her body is adorned in a veil of dark roses
In her hands, margaritas dust her with pollen
She looks pretty, I suppose
We take our seats and Beethoven begins
I remember the breeze on my face,
The smell of the honeysuckle tickled the back of my throat,
And the burning of the scrapes on my back from the rocks.
I remember… their smirks filled with triumph.
I am the one
The one who can either change or destroy a person or myself
I am the person
The person who has been laughed at for my idea and dreams
I am the idea
I am understanding.
I wait for things longer than I should; promise after promise I’m still waiting.
I am incredible, a bright shining star.
I've dealt with a lot in my life so far.
Living with cerebral palsy is no easy task,
But I don't let it stop me, just ask
I am an intelligent girl, filled with knowledge,
I Am me.
Because no one knows my struggle;
No one knows what it's like.
To hold in pain,
While trying to contain life.
I Am me.
Because I have fallen.
Deeper than I've ever been.
When I was a little girl, my mother taught me to fear the water, for she did not want me to drown.
She did not mention we can drown in more than just water.
I am in middle school, drowning in insecurities.
Weird
Who am I?
I am stronger than you believed me to be
Smarter than I thought I could be
I am the "no's" that you reminded me
and the "yes's" of my own destiny
I am the past that worries you
I once asked my father, “How do you live a world when you don't know who you are?” I think people over complicate the question; all it is asking what are my interest.
I am a king.
I will reach my potential. No matter how hard I try, I will never find all.
My limit is in-fathomed, unreachable. It makes me wonder why we lie, "I will never be, will never see, my kingdom."
I'm from tiny box houses and creaky-doored barns
I'm from a love that speaks volumes and a love that breaks arms
I'm a candle softly lit who flickers a quiet flame
I am not a statisitc.
It is shown that there is 1 death every 13 minutes by suicide;
Suicide takes the lives of over 38,000 people per year;
Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in all ages
The curve.
The S.
The bevel of my flesh.
What makes me, me,
Is that I don't care what others see.
My simple scar.
Can easily be seen from afar.
But to me, you see
I am the little seed that just made its way into the egg,
I am the little boy that came out the wound with a big head.
I am the big toddler that's bigger than the rest of my class,
I am
the same
I am
like everybody else.
We walk the same,
talk the same,
eat the same,
speak the same.
I am
moving.
I am
leaving behind
everyone and everything
I am a kind, mixed child
I wonder if I will ever be excepted
I hear them talk about me
I see them laugh
I want to belong some where
I am kind, mixed child
I pretend everything is fine
A piece of clay on the molding board
Constructed by the hands of an artist and teacher
Purpled by inky fingers
I spin in a whirlwind as the wheel rotates
My perimeter is nothing more than painted bricks and broken windows
I am filled with nothing less than destructed pride and shattered ego
Like rust on steel after an angry cloud's release
A gentle tap on the shoulder
Followed by a delicate smile.
A poke in my side
Followed by two.
Shimmering blue eyes
Stare thru.
I was sitting on the floor in full clown makeup,
I am a shape shifter,
And there is no page in a dictionary on some dusty shelf for that.
I was an idea in my mother's mind before my father even knew what love was,
Most days I like to stare at the wall
Least days I like to cry for long hours
I say there's nothing wrong with me at all
But that lie is most sour.
I am like a Tree in the Forest,
Like a quiet, swaying tree
That starts as a small seed,
But grows so slowly, no one notices.
It stands tall and firm
Against winds and rain,
And grows,
Beatened til flowers bloomed,
But it was necessary to be groomed.
Cried til my tears became diamonds,
So instead, I saved them for chocolate-covered almonds.
Laughing is what I do,
But smiling is what is due.
A child of God, I am
Determined my identity by the Lamb,
One who is lifted high on eagles wings
Enabled to victory because of my King
The thunder rumbles,
The rain pours,
The snow covers the ground,
As I predict what is to happen next.
I watch the radar maps,
Pixelated colors on a screen,
Where is the storm headed next,
We live in a world consumed within vanity
Constantly being told to put ourselves first
Turning our heads to preserve our own sanity
Closing all our hearts to one anothers hurt
Since I was ten we've been together,
The way that you see
the things I go through but you still accept me.
I knew you were there from the jump and would never leave
my side, I guess you and I were meant to be.
ou Only Mentioned What “I Am”
By Kelsea Thompson
Dear….
Barcode
why should I be a copycat
I’m told not to be copycat
I’m no Gandhi
Newton
or Voltaire
I’m not brave
or important
I’m not pretty
Good
or sincere
I see too many sob stories on how people dont know how to deal with their problems
But, their in control of what they do and how they do it
Use your differences as fuel to boost yourself up from where you may be at in your life
I am an Alternate
At first I was a rock
I went nowhere and yet
Everywhere at once
If Picasso hadn't told me
I am from a little yellow home,
With a unforgettable green garage,
In the middle of a neighborhood packed of chaos.
"Hopeless" is the thing with fangs-
That stalks one in the night-
And hums a heavy tune-
Waiting for the chance to strike-
I am grateful.
Grateful because
I am the seed
that had everything she
would ever need.
I am a noob.
As I was sprouting
I was not aware
of what the weather
could do.
Flashes of influence
Am I beautiful too?
Black girl with kinky curls
My curls aren't loved
My skin just right
Not to black, not to light
Black beauty is what I posses
There is a place away from the city.
Not like anything, a commoner could imagine.
In this place at the end of the day when the noise has silenced and the sky has fallen.
I am a composition
of all the rhymes
I've ever written.
I am a mix
of all the times
myself I've had to fix.
Open your eyes,
u and I?
We are books.
Here you are, you're in a new world
but don't forget many new surprises are coming your way
Here you are maybe 2 or 3, just trying to talk
but you have not forgot how to walk
From the moment
the first breath
I was adored.
I was sculpted.
I was grown.
Water
Air
Soil
I am me and me alone
I am eyes of letters drowning in poisoned ink
An ink of hatred bursting from weary pens
Flowing among my life of an empty forgotten canvas
Awaiting to be turned into art.
Without you, my life is lost
I realized that when yours was the cost.
All the memories, I bearly remember,
Now everything is as cold as December.
I never knew what it was like to live without you,
Who am I?
I am me.
I am a nerd,
a stoner,
a God freak,
a slut.
I am rude,
nice, caring, and kind.
I am not you and you are not I, but we are we.
You know who you say I am, but
Me. Bold. Daring. Driven. Friend.
Through up and down, still the same.
Life changes of good.
Welcome to the encylopedia
Volume one until infinity
I was once a single cell
Too that same cell, I am an epiphany
And to that epiphany, I am me
How ironic to suggest
Iam
I am one of a kind
So many but nothing like me
So much potential ready to express
I am the laugh to your laughter
I am the friend you will never want to leave
I am someone who fears
I am someone who loves
I am someone who steers
But still ends up getting stuck.
I dont have much control,
I dont have much at all.
All I am is what I have
I’m hurt
I don’t want to keep going
Why is everything happening to me?
Am I the only one?
I feel ugly
Not just from my appearance
My personality and who I’ve become
Can you see me?
I’m invisible
Can you see the real me?
I come out with a fake smile
Pretending that everything’s okay
Reality check…
It’s not!
Home is where I feel the most invisible
I think and think
Who am I you may ask?
I am the person who completes many task.
I have doen so much in my 17 years.
A child who has gone through a divorce and cried many tears.
Even though I faced many sorrows,
I am unique and creative
I wonder what I'll become
I hear my future calling
I see Neverland
I want to explore the world
I am unique and creative
I pretend I'm a ninja
I am… the girl who was constantly told that rhyme about sticks and stones,
As if the words did not hurt any more than for someone to break my bones.
The classmates roar,
And those words hurt more.
I Am...Something the depths of the ocean struggle to comprehend,
Mythical in existence, utopia in nature, unworthy is the world to be allowed to behold such a rare art as Me,
I am a african american female whose roots call out her name,
I am a strong worker whose passion is greater than the Greeks,
I am sometimes a scared little girl who just wants sleep,
You love those peaches
the ones that bloomed in the bright heat
to form ripe masses of sweet
sweet plump bundles that seeped
glistening strings of heady juice
I am happy, I am kind, I am jovial.
I am honest, I am free, I am jovial.
I am thankful, I am appreciative, I am jovial.
I am independent, I am a dreamer, I am Lindsey.
Clairvoyant that is what "I" am. As a African "I" sit in deep thought sculpting the future with my magic every day.. And "I" can finally say that my future is bright so right my grandma cancer when away.
I am...
One who tends to dwell,
It's hard to tell.
I carry myself...high,
But no one knows...
What heavy tears settle behind my hazel eyes.
I am...
Expirenced.
I was shy,
and closed
when it came to conenecting
with the people around me.
I was quiet,
reserved,
and uncomfortable in my own skin
until it came to my first,
high school love.
Let me be heard
I want to be heard
People not listening to my words.
This world is strong, This world is devious
I'm tired of being incognito
So I'm going to stop pretending.
I am a princess left in the highest tower
I am a dainty growing flower
I am the lead singer in a band
I’m the known outlaw in the land
I’m a girl who is locked in a room
My vison is not clear.
I think about this a lot. Is it fear?
Prehaps im over thinking this to much.
Faith please give a postive luck touch.
My vison is not clear.
Who am I?
I don't know
(my past is a frenzied blur I hate to remember
the future a question I fear to ask)
All I know is I want the all
or a poetically decided nothing.
Tap tap tap
Sccccccrrrreeeeeaaaaacccchhhhhhh
" No, not that."
Erases, starts over.
"How about this?"
Not good enough...
BANG!
" Why can't I figure this..."
Just because I’m a older sister doesn’t mean I hate my life.Doesn’t mean I have a better life.
I am the daughter of my father
Whom may be the father of such a loving child
I am the image of the Lord almighty
Who else can I be but me
"Your mom is missing I've called the police
They're looking for her now" (frozen, i stand, a naked man in the snow
i hear the shaking in his voice)
When I was little
I took it upon myself and all my three year old artistic abilities
To draw a map of the world on my bored of a dresser
Yet in my childish ignorance
I had only drawn
Sometimes, I stop and think,
Who am I?
There so many answers,
The girl with red hair and freckles.
Or is it the girl who crys...a lot?
Who am I?
Do people see me as who I could be,
I would love to think I know who I am but I don't believe I do.
A heartbeat,
A breath,
The first light;
What a beautiful sight.
What a deep impact made,
What a memory saved,
Your mother’s face;
You’d rather be in no other place.
I am working.
Don't bother me right now.
I don't want to be mean,
But there are priorities,
They determine how much I can care about something.
Right now, work is my prioroty,
And you aren't.
drinking, drugs, sex, popularity
all the things I wanted that I thought would take me far after high school
as my grades dropped my social status went up
I am Kayla Aleta Canada. The name Kayla means pure and beloved. Aleta means truthful, derived from Alethia, the Greek goddess of truth. Yeah, my last name’s Canada, but no, I’m not from Canada. My ancestors are actually from Ireland.
When asked how to define myself, I used to wonder what I would say.
Would I know what I've become at the end of the day?
From the outside, I am a shy but happy, blue-eyed girl,
Who am I?
Or rather
What am I?
I am strength
I am tenacity
I am power
I am hope for a better tomorrow
I am determination
I am willingness
I am love
I am from sin
From lies and fits of rage
It tempts me to indulge in my flesh
I am from the selfish desires of my heart
The jealousy and hatred towards my neighbors,
Because they possess what I do not.
I am perfect.
No, I am not.
I am bad.
I lie.
I cheat.
I judge.
I swear.
I am good.
I help.
I share.
I give.
I love.
I am good and
I am bad?
Music. I ____ music.
It surrounds me, hugging me, moving me, comforting me.
I use it to tell people I love them, miss them, am glad to be with them.
It knows how I feel: sad, excited, angry, sentimental
I am chaos.
I cause it.
I receive it.
I have relished in heaven.
Yet, I have lived in hell.
I am unique
I have no mother.
Drugs are more important.
I am forgotten.
I am aware,
I will slip my kindness through the crack of a door but find it being ricocheted from the stares of hate and so much more.
you were always the first person i went to when i felt happy or sad
i love that i felt important and that i was the one you told everything to
few years later you tell me about a new friend you made
In the beginning of each year
I tell myself I will do well
Promising to do all my homework
Never skip any class
Turn in my work on time
Be prepared
I am just a speck in the universe created by an artist’s brush
But though I am just a speck, I have feats to crush
I am alone in a world full of my own inspiration
With a pencil in hand and mind of elation
I am
nothing but a product
of a distant father
a product
bought and sold
buy my time
sell my soul
package yourself pretty
the media tells me
spend my life
trying to please
She is.
What can we say about her?
Well,
She's well mannered and has the brain of an average teen, slightly forgetful.
Help me out people.
What is she?
She's a female,
I am the girl who is nameless
I have no place in this life
Once I was a beautiful spirit with my future so bright
In the very beginning things were alright
Daddy loved his baby girls
Both my sister and I
Effervescent, if I did have to pick.
Not by choice, though; I didn’t ask for this.
Unfortunately, some things, to me, stuck.
I had to build walls, never allowed bliss.
khelsei: prounouced kelsey, a seven letter name defining a black girl with an opinion,
desbribes a young woman with brown eyes, thick legs, full lips, and quick hips,
I Am...
I am the one they never thought could win
I was battling the world my own war
Felt I was standing on ice, oh so thin
Begging for the world to hear my loud roar
I Am...
I am the one they never thought could win
I was battling the world my own war
Felt I was standing on ice, oh so thin
Begging for the world to hear my loud roar
I have faced the enemy called life
I have suffered many casualties from it
It has given me pain, given me strife
But even after its strikes... my strength will not plummet
If I were a word in the dictionary it would be inquisitive, why? You might ask, because I'm continuously striving to make all my dreams come true. Not only for my family but to inspire a new.
I am the defender and helper of man
On my right hand is light
And on my left is the tree
But the fourth child coming was not meant to be
I am the foreigner who has traveled the world
I am what I am
I will fulfill my dreams, pursue my inner ambitions, complete my missions, and reach for the stars
I am humane and determined
Me,Myself and I as one we colide as one are strong as steal i feel immortal and will never die.
I Am...
Angry, happy, all the same
My life passes by, two can play this game
Emotionally driven, the pads of my hands
Hormonally wrong and tight inside
Really scared that I lost the high-ride
It’s day 1
First grade had just begun
I’ve met new friends
And that begins the trend.
Fast forward 5th grade
Colonial Days and Orphan Play
We’ve gotten pretty big
But still act like little pigs.
I am a strong minded Hispanic women is something that is not only wrong but unusual to hear.
Hello, you do not know me.
I have always been that person
Who shares her feelings scarcely
I am careful to trust, easy to love.
I will never leave your side,
When push comes to shove
I am tall
Kind of like a wall;
Always in the way
Never asked to stay.
You can't see me
Hidden inside the image you think I be;
You've decided who I am
Who am I?I don't know
But maybe you can help me see,
I can only tell you what I'm not
and who i'm trying to be.
I am NOT my errors
the ones that loom at night,
I am me.
I am crazy.
I am quiet.
I am loud.
I am not popular.
I am content.
I am me.
I am my playlist.
I am my grades.
I am small mind.
I am a great mind.
To run and risk or walk and wish
Which of these paths shall I choose?
Safety, security, a sound little life
Or dreams full of things uncertain?
They say "stay here close by the water's edge
I am
I am a Candle, used to light the way and guide others but often needing guidance myself.
I am a daughter.
I am petrified and anxious
I wonder if there is a god, how they could be so cruel
I hear the echoing of my rapid heart like the sea pounding against my ear
I see the good in people even if it isn’t there
To you I'm just a seed in a garden
Under the trees
Planted in the ground
I soak up all around
But I'm sure all you see is a seed in a garden
Unheard to you
As I plant my roots
Many things made me who I am,
conflicting roads of life converging,
sunshine from darkness slowly emerging,
These trials made me who I am.
The hopeless void that once filled me,
I am individualistic.
I am exultant.
I am redefined.
Modified. Transformed. Altered.
As I grow older
I am changed.
I am not just adjectives
I am nouns
I am what I do
I am a beastI wonder what the future holdsI hear my steady heartbeat as I run this raceI see my hard work paying off
I am both the world and all that it will be.
I am the walking product of my mother and father.
I am someone that can show true colour no matter how much it hurts.
I am truth, wrapped up in a blanket of true realism.
I didn't laugh when they laughed.I didn't speak when they spoke.I didn't smile when they smiled.I didn't break when they broke.
Kept me locked up like a wild animal
where my only friends were
the scars on my hips
and the voices in my head.
Telling me all my wrongs
as if I couldn't already see
all the sins that lie within me.
I AM bickering, slippery, flickeringA wave crested on a shore, rolling back to the unknownI AM shouting into the hands, the ears that hold my self.Smiling intuitively, fearful and laughing, I cry.
My mind is my own
It thinks on it's feet
It does me well
My heart beats
A rthym of it's own
Loves like no one else
My soul is pure
A human I am
Mistakes to be made
I Am From Poem
By: Candy Gordillo
I am from "He" who died in the cross for us
I am from Irma and Francisco
I am unique there is no one like me,
Lound and outgoing now I am free,
I guess I'm considered smart,
I am not really good at art,
I good at math which is rare,
There's a battle going on inside my head.
My anxiety is taking over again.
There's a struggle to get out of bed
I am, again, struggling to win.
The battle, the struggle.
I am me
Free
A breeze filtering through the trees
I am strong
And Proper, Live long
Destroying and creating in a song
I am clever
Losing never
Making sure I am the champion forever
Where am I?
Am I here? Am I there?
Is it fair to say, I'm everywhere?
That's how I feel.
Yet,
Why do I feel stuck? Trapped? Completely and utterly stagnant?
I've been told my poetry is good
I've been told it was horrid
I have heard that I've inspired
I have heard that I depressed
I've heard with my words I reach into your heart and play your emotions like a harp
I am from sunshine
From the dirt on my clothes and the screaming of children.
I am from four people sharing a room
Tight but comfortable.
I am from my aunt becoming my mother
I am white and privileged
I wonder what oppresion must be like
I hear cries from all around
I see history repeat itself
I want a change
I am white and privileged
I am...
The breath of air in the back of the class you coudnt hear
drowned and caressed in my own fear
I am wabi-sabi.
Beauiful yet imperfect
Joyfull but depressed.
I am unique.
I am outgoing, yet I hide.
Im sweet yet I fight
I AM....
I AM.. an African American, proud
of the skin im in. Living in a world full
of doubters, trying to make my way in.
I AM.. a unique individual, focusing...
Ich bin was ich mache,
Ich mache mir wie ich will
Und ich mache mich um meine Interesante.
I am what I make,
I make myself how I want
And I make me around my interests.
Who am I?Do I even know?
I'm a dark nighttrapped in a sunny day.I'm a faint memorydrifting away, away.
"I used to be a used to, but i never got used to being what i used to"
Quoted by MEEK MILL
I am more than just words
I am a living, breathing human being
I have felt emotions
I have done things that no words could ever describe
I am a female
I am student
I have cried
How I Chose To Be Me
Full Legal Name: Bridget Lynn Martin
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: February 18th, 1998
Height: 5 foot 7 inches
Some people say your not worth it
That you are stupid
Worthless
And you believe it
Why?
Please tell me how can something so perfect become so broken
What have they done to you?
I am the story of your timeline
The story of your headline
I am the innumerable amounts of times you told your kids they would have a better life.
No matter how rotund or skinny I may be, I am who I am.
And no matter what the people see, I am who I am.
i am from raised voices and laughter,
from a broken but happy family
i am Jimenez and Tamayo
from quinceneras and family gatherings
from lies told by dad and promises made by mom
I am a southern girl from New Orleans
who had all her life together
Everything surrounded me in the inner city.
Until 2005... a tragic event caused no more money,
no food or means to keep
I am a winding staircase
I weave my way around the world
I'm not sure where I'm going
