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Sometimes the steps That you need to take In order to move forward In order to grow In order to make a change
She clings to me; like a button on my plaid shirt. Sewn in strategically. Gradually withering away in her fibers But holding on for the life of her. My hands are soaked in sweat but I cant interrupt her steady breath.
We are taught In this life To keep breathing To continue with moving motion Of our hands correlating with our feet parading helplessly through the streets of wherever it is we call home.
The fire warms until it burns The rain cools until you freeze The stars guide until they disappear Nothing is good or bad It’s good until it’s bad
It’s lonely to be the first bloom You wake from a long sleep Excited to see the new world Winter snow melting away Revealing the long-hidden green Only to find yourself all alone
i am no stranger to controversy and autumn. i find peace in changing colors and falling into the arms of women still learning to hold newborns correctly.
Here are two souls both now intertwined, And united they have weathered alot. They've handled it well, not loosing their minds But that is not saying others have not.
Let me take you back to the moment the most important person who inspires me first entered this world eighteen years ago on a late Monday night.
I find it hard to believe that I am loved. well, I know that I am loved... but am i loved? loved enough for you to pick me over someone else?
Flowers need the sun.
Plant a kiss On whoever’s forehead you can Without awakening The more goodbyes the better, But too many On those who care too much
You grabbed my wrist, Dragged me towards you. A deep purple formed there to Remind me of you throughout the following weeks.
She inspires me in the way she walks how gracious her voice is as she talks the magic she carries and shares wherever she goes
She inspires me in the way she walks how gracious her voice is as she talks the magic she carries and shares wherever she goes
A drop falls and shatters on the surface of the lake as I stare between the rippled waves and ponder each mistake. I peer down at the water; it peers back up at me.
Whilst mowing on a tractor I was listening to my audiobook. "Millionaire Success Habits," it was, and had me hooked. The soft and gentle tones of the narrator described...
“Drum Major, is your band ready?” A booming voice said over the intercom of the stadium, I turn around on my conducting ladder, facing the judges and the crowd, and out of me shouts the words,
a flower, the emblem of growth known to blossom and flourish has been trampled she struggles to grow anew all willpower flattened
When the rain falls on to the asphalt And petrichor smells erupt, I'll remember the cloudy days spent in my room, My mind full of inspirations and ambition To create a beautiful painting.
i. Osmotic processes do not shield the irony and yesterday when i returned from the bane of my existence and the meaning of medieval torture
I love to look back on the simple times. The simple wonders of life. The lack of fear, anxiety; the lack of responsibility. A total freedom to run around and smell the flowers, play in the trees and messy up my clothes.
my love, that singular beauty, is all mine touched with golden splendor of the gods sweet as honey, rich as cherry wine a lively sprite who frolics in the woods
I was walking Then a bird from the gardens whispered a sin that has been kept a secret deep down Somewhere to be profound
Today I’m talking about the experience of growing It’s hard. Learning to evolve. Learning to be strong But I am vital. I am loved. And today, I am glowing.
I let a lot of childhood trauma haunt me. Pain, it was apart of my DNA I learned to use it for survival. Confusion, I was use to the illusions in my head.
this is an ocean i am not prepared for i am trying to hang on grasping at things and people that float by but they grab back at me driving me deeper into the murky waters where i do not want to go.
Every night a little girl faces a different battle. She's questioning her worth and what her family would do without her; Contemplates to run away but her spirit tells her to stay;
Old age showed up one day Smiling, the curves of her lips held softer edges, Her hands were delicately lined, An ancient wire system, Still alive, The woven fabric of steel grey
I live in a world where everybody lies I live in a world where if you do anything you get despised I live in a world where I do everything alone And I've made it this far so look how fast I've grown
It’s the sigh of relief after you hold your breath. Growth. Suffocating because I chose to be rooted to my problems. Growth.
No one can make your dreams come true A thought provoking message from me to you If I want to make an imprint on society
Soy un viento Fuerte pero suave, fluyendo a través de la vida Callado como un susurro Soy el sol Radiante pero a veces apagado, desanimado de la vida Roto como una luz titilante Soy un árbol Alto pero inseguro, temblando con el caos de la v
To wake from your sleep With groggy, foggy eyes And to know of what you dream 'T is something you keep. To wake from your daze Listening to the voices I notice those faces
I remember the apathy. The uncoupling of my mind from my body, looking out the window as the Toyotas and Fords bombinated by in the dark. The top heavy tour bus rocked gently,
When I was 7 Mama pulled me aside I say “Yes Mama” She started, “My baby,” Which I no longer was “How would you feel if..” My world had ended “Your Dad and I separated”
Growing. Most may say that it relates to one's height, but it's much more than what you can physically see with your sight. Growing. It leads to more maturity.
Much like my father, I refuse to admit to my flaws I evade revealing any of my own weaknesses. Much like my father, I am stubborn.
Swirling, swaying, spinning in time to the blaring music I close my eyes When they open, I’m a little girl
Food was always a source of happiness Eating a fun pastime Until it wasn't Until it became a fear-filled activity Until it overtook me and I lost who I was If I could go back I'd tell her that it's okay I'd tell her to love herself, love food, lov
Like a small seed beginning to sprout from the soil A story of many chapters begins The plot of a life's story cannot spoil As the small, naive child widely grins
Small and innocent I may appear, But when angry, I'm able to strike fear. Rage isn't a righteous practice, but for me it became a common habit. I seem to loose all demeanor and control.
Always one to fall in line, I learned early to obey. Silence and respect protect Against the everyday.
Time was something as a child that I really couldn’t convince. It was a complex phenomenon that I really didn’t care to believe. Time is forever on the run.
Untouched and pure, your bright serenity Is beauty, shining rays of special gold. This light is you, the newborn entity, A piece of Universe’s light made bold.
The way we see the lotus fails us. Quite deceitful isn't it? how the aromatic petals exist upon the foundation of a muddy underside. Quite transformative isn't it?
Why couldn't the other kids notice? Why couldn't they see the ugliness that was beyond the playground? Why was it that only she could see that her mother was crying, alone, and tired?
I realized I was no longer a kid, When I left the sea The sand leaving scratched memories,
Finding a playmate in a flower, tree, sunlight Showering the sky with love for the rain that pours over Toes, into cupped
My memory is marked by a beating of the heart One beat stay alive, yet one beat to shut it down When I think back, every memory is in blue
A fun filled childhood that consists of giggles, hugs and cartoons A happy kid with no worries, what a wonderful time it has been. My family is joyful which makes this time most relishing
He seemed odd to me. That’s what I was told to see. “Don’t let him near you” Now I see the truth, Does not matter who you love; Just know I love you.
My heart grew bright As I saw my life Change for the right When I married my wife. The bills grew bigger, The days grew hectic, School got harder, But life was less frantic.
I am from dead leaves on oak trees to green grass covered with trash. I am from chimingchas every Sunday to hearing "Hey! Go hit the hay!"
These bruises and scars Hold the pages of my past And on them I will write the Greatest story for my future — a.k.
I don’t remember much about the days when I was fed
“Nobody can give you anything that you don’t already have." We are sitting on parallel twin beds, But I have a kettle of tea on the stove
Her bulky Asics angered the uneven pavement below her feet. A crunch released with every step. Two backpacks heavily rest on her aching shoulders. She was not okay.
The older you get the more callous you become Yet magic started for me at 23, Balloons and bubbles were a thing at 30 At 60, my heart became wide open ratting me out for every feeling; little tattle tale.
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
He sits so close, but the silence turns the inches into miles and every slight noise causes an avalanche in my chest as I wait for him to say something. Anxious Reticence. I have changed so much.
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.
I am by Christopher White I am a fisherman with a rod I hear the water beating the soft rocks that lie in streams
Every petal painted pink and prime,Green leaves arranged with perfect symmetry,A few bright shades with which to tell a life,And yet a yearning in the purity. Structure formed and inside wholly planned,Meticulously minding every speck,Ideal distri
I see the world differently. I grow taller and everything is smaller, But truly the world seems bigger And badder. The world is a mess. How can I do anything to make it better?
Mosquitoes and boiling heat--no scalding heat. The matchbox of a room that was now mine was just that. Smacking at my arms to stop the mosquitoes from eating me alive, I was unimpressed.
Since being grown up, I read more now. Not just for fun but, to learn lore and how this world is run. This all began in 2015. When Trump ran, and I was eighteen,
I was aware that life was tough I believed some people exaggerated the truth Here and then though, you face the truth My first semester at college was troublesome
I never thought of my weight as bad until you told me it was I never thought of my skin as unpleasant until you told me it was I never thought of my height as problematic
Poetry is true But what if I'm running circles around you We're caught in our love letters and lost graces We're lost in thought as we chase stars mingling with each other's bodies and finding
Poetry is true But what if I'm running circles around you We're caught in our love letters and lost graces We're lost in thought as we chase stars mingling with each other's bodies and finding
A Love so Blight
They say the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, But I have tried so hard to just be free. Trapped in the life that was killing me.
Moving On My dear, Your scent still lingers on my clothing so on lonely days I make sure to breathe you in, zip you up and pull you close.
in May I cut my hair as short as I dared and stood before you with bared neck. and then suddenly I didn't anymore resemble the little girl who sat on your lap, looking up,
Small town girl Big City dreams The world's open seas One door shuts, one door opens Watch her grow From Disney to Netflix, From velcro to tie From parents to friends From a child to adult
Princesses are perfect, they glitter just so At least that’s what I thought, at five years old I wanted a knight, who gleamed and shone To climb up my tower and carry me home
To the one who missed out, December 1st, 2001 Lovely Lillies sway at a distance of her hospital bed She sees mamma on the corner smiling as bright as diamonds Hears grandma calling her a sweet Marigold
Do we ever think about the things we create? The small things and the large things that we drag with us through time, the phases that we promoted that we thought would last forever in our minds
I don't think you understand, That this is who I am. You don't see, That this is how I feel I need to be. Because if you knew me, As something other than you know, Would you want me?
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous I get obsessive and I get insecure. Sometimes I find myself unbalanced, quickly unraveling at the folds. I may occasionally lose touch, or fall out of love.
The psychological feel of advancement A portal to a new beginning Using darkness to create and mold my light
There once was a boy who cared what people thought. He thought about other people’s thoughts quite a lot. What he really wanted, the boy struggled to know,
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
!THIS IS ALREADY ON MY PROFILE! As I wake up, I notice that I am in a bed With somebody leaning over me Saying good morning sleepy head Wow that's very lame I know, grow up
As I wake up, I notice that I am in a bed With somebody leaning over me Saying good morning sleepy head Wow that's very lame I know, grow up I hope this day isn't the same But hey, I am awake
At the beginning of the year, I met a man named poison Who looked at me and killed my sanity
In the beginning, When everything tasted And smelled And simply was Too sweet, I thought I deserved Nothing. I thought I deserved To conform to what was given
The walls of my crib I once climbed out of, The door to my room I once opened, The fence to my house I once hopped over, The walls I've made have been climbed over, They've been blown up, Slowly deteriorating.
It was 9 o’clock I was 9 My mom said “come on girls, I guess it’s time” She sat us down and held her breath and with a big sigh She looked at us and said
Crying, crying, crying. Looking straight at the barren white wall. My roommate was nowhere to be found, So I knew I could let it all out. But why, why, why Was I crying so damn much?
One Day One day we were kids playing with dolls One Accident One accident forces us to grow up One Year One year to spend with a loved one as a caretaker One Responsibility
you don’t really know me you know what I put on Instagram, and what I tweet about on Twitter or what I hide behind these Snapchat filters. but truthfully you don’t really know me
I returned home from Atlantis with new armor and a new head — blades still sharp from the last stoning — feeling very nearly a tourist in my own land.
“forget your perfect offering just ring the bells that still can ring there is a crack in everything that’s how the light gets in” -Leonard Cohen
Off you go, daughter To a land of your own For you and yours To glow, and grow I love you, and I love you too
When I was young and less decisive I could never make a decision to save my life I would never express an opinion for fear that people will not like it
Each start is a chance to look into the depths of one's self in ways that we don't ever see in the day to day lives that we live only though watching what we do
Trees, breeze, ripples leaves. falling down, to the ground. to rest, add, to the rest.
I've come to fear the hours of 7 to 9, as they bring with them gray and mournful moments. They bring longing and foggy loneliness from outside, most days.
From crawling to walking And from walking, running Maturity came in every shape From Ethiopia to America From my first kiss
sixteen Lips on lips, never felt more sure, that I'd give myself up and make me your own. The sunlight could not compare to the glistening specks of hazel;
In my eighth grade head, I dreamt of the next year, All the new friends I would make, And the old ones I’d hold dear. I started school with thrill,
It was a foolish mistake to think that I could escape from you.Even if I wanted to,You seemed to lurk in the shadows.In the dark I could hear your laughter;Knowingly mocking my vulnerability.
I hadn’t realized I had grown. I feel mostly the same. I look mostly the same. But I think something has changed.
Blonde hair in pigtails and those curious blue eyes. She lived in a fairytale Dad's joy and pride. One day he left home she didn't understand. Mom said it had been coming
A time or two they had rolled under the bed, through the closets, around in my head. Tired and worn, they had seen so much. Pain, hurt, love, friendship and such. A time had come to put them to rest,
The bridge to maturity is the one I've never wanted to cross I love feeling younger, in my childhood is where I choose to be lost Responsibilities are too much work, I dont like to stress
Feather light touches, blink and they’re gone. I used to watch flowers in the early Spring bloom, unfurling the curl of their petals in a yawn
It took the young lion a long time to understand That his mane doesn’t grow from the strength of his hand. It grows not because of age, it doesn’t matter the time But it grows on wisdom, it’s the strength of his mind.
You cannot change the world if you always stay the same People won't like it but you cannot seem to explain You chose a new lane and now you feel sane
Like a flower bright and tall Surrounded by weeds But shines and never hides Making it through Being pulled down to doom
As Someone Grows Big, You Never See What Changes You Only See Change Yes, You May Get Big, But You Only See Changes Once One Has Done Grown
Simplicity is the beginning, It is easy, Nothing to stress about But one mustn't stay there for too long
there’s this girl i used to know. her name flows blue inside of me- she was so afraid to show, who she once was in front of me-
I balanced my back Flat. In looong grass. Felt the tickle of butterflies landing on my tummy And with the dandelions that sway in the field
I remember deciding I was awesome, and that was all that mattered. I remember thinking others were bossy, Crying because I was called the same.
My heart flutters and bangs its way throughout my body. Adrenaline courses through my veins and your hands trace it out of my skin. Hot breath in my mouth and out yours.
I'm nervous I'm anxious I'm a panicked soul Oh if only peace would find these shaking pains Pulsing the coldness through my veins
They tell us that growing up is supposed to be the best time of our lives. We figure out who we are, what we stand for, what matters to us. But with this growth, comes painful lessons and tears and anger and hurt.
Constantly surrounded by weeds weeds of doubt and depression they slowly consumed my nourishment for them to win is for me to lose My life
growth: forced, quick, and sudden. The first born; I am made to showcase possibility, hope, and opportunity.
Once upon a time there was a sad little girlwho sat at the swings alonewaiting for someone to occupy the empty swing next to herso they'd swing togetherand she'd feel a little less lonely
I used to be selfish , narrow minded I never knew what it was like to truly leave my own wishes behind n- till my grandma was ill and crows took flight I hated my sister all my life, but I realized
My short, silky pigtails were brushing through the wind while you pushed me on the swings, since my little legs couldn’t swing myself.
Purple used to be my favorite color Until the blank canvas of my skin Was tainted by the purple marks That reminded me that the love I thought I had perceived Was never the love that I received
Its trapped in a cage With gaps between the poles She’s diligently studying the gaps But Its belly is too wide Its beak is too large
College is right around the corner IB, AP, everything's all behind me now Tuition and money got real, but how? Childhood gone, adulthood's an order Gonna be living on my own
In the heart of the Bay Area There's a lost little girl with a head full of curls And the weight of the world on her shoulders But her story is colder
I don’t know if I’ve changed for the better or the worse but I’m not the same person that I’ve been. I don’t know what I wanted
Until I was fourteen I felt fine-- Good, great, and better than I ever knew I could feel because in the moment,
I’ve never liked to drink milk, granite I’m lactose intolerant, I’ve never liked to drink milk. I was always told that milk will give me healthy bones and a pretty smile,
I wish you could truly see me, Before you saw the vessel that carries me. I wish my heart would introduce itself, Before you knew my name. I wish you’d feel my soul before you laid beside me.
the night sky pours over us like a cup of coffee no cream we lay on the grass without a care in the world in this moment all we have is each other and i've never been so fulfilled
There's a line between boy and man. Not a line on the face or a furrow in the hand. The sides are divided but only thinly so, borders knocked down by what you do and know.
I could no longer order off a kid’s menu at a sea resort Now that I was ten It seemed almost tragic then To have my childhood cut short Never to be seen again.
My dear sister, How much I've grown for you. When the harsh reality of the world tried to beat us down I shielded you,
I’m so..sad All my life I’ve never been satisfied With me Abuse and control seizing my quiet soul I couldn’t let go Rest ripped from me I fought fathers for a lifetime
she grew up not being able to say no and this made her anxiety grow. from a young age, she wanted to give people what they wanted and it wasn’t any different when he caressed her thigh and took what was left of her,
Step one Look up to your brother he's in your corner And has a back when you've got none, don't let him down
I'm moving forward in life. I need to take the advice. There's a voice in the back of my head, checking it twice. Make the right decisions, so that I'll avoid collision.
Just through the past few years, I have shed a lot of tears. There were some, in both rain and shine, So here are a few things I learned from those hard to get through times:
It has been a long time Since the sun smiled, Honored in the corners of my pictures by the yellowest crayon. It has been a long time
There were always those small moments: The first time I drove myself to a friends The first time I told my mom I was going to be my friends’ DD
You love have brought along new ways in which I view myself. I was once selfish and yearning for acceptance but now I know I am not the only one who matters. You make me selfless.
It is bittersweet. I miss taking you to eat and I miss rubbing on your feet. I miss having someone to trust and to be vulnerable with and to lust after.. You'd eat my broccoli and I'd eat your crust.
I’m hiking up but I think I forgot my compass I think I’m doing it wrong I was supposed to have it figured out by now I was supposed to be settled knowing what I want in life Further from the truth is
I see you smile. And I smile back. We all laugh at the same dumb joke, A feeling I had forgotten. It almost wasn’t recognizable.
Oh, little flower you’re so pretty. I thought you stopped growing in the winter.
Would you just stop talking already? Today, I learned that stress can kill your cells. I had my suspicions.
Unsure eyes well with tears - Hair donated mere hours ago. Shorter than it has ever been, Reflecting the fuse inside. Pallid hands grip the vanity,
As a best friend then brother, now potential life partner These feelings… These intense, powerful feelings. As infants grow to become teenagers into adults… A typical crush grew to become infatuation into love.
Honestly, I fell for you; I fell for you hard, like nothing else mattered. You were on my mind day and night and everything in between;
With words that burn and bite and sting, they creep up on your mind and ring until you no longer sleep at night. There are sounds and smells that remind you of days passed,
Reach the sky, trust the sun and crave its kindness. Rely on the orchestra of rain to quench your thirst. Depend on the lavish ground to stand tall. When Winter dethrones warmth,
Calm overwhelms me Breaking and splintering the anger and painThe words you spoke to me may heal with time But scars take far longer to fade I stand tall
Fear. She envelopes us like a cold day without a jacket. Shivering like bare shoulders, chills climbing in the crooks of collapsing collarbones. "I am afraid," the voice taunts, always behind us always there.
She’s always been there lurking In the darkest corners of my mind I never thought of searching For the voice that mimicked mine
Raindrops Pooling on my windowsill Splish splash, splish splash A cool breeze Wind chimes twinkling and twirling Crickets chirping As the lightning bugs flutter about
Water droplets fall from the sky, flowers yell with excitment, people scream in sorrow. But little do they know what makes one grieve could make something else grow.
A plethora of predicaments race though my mind at best. which one can I fathom to ponder about next? Shall I even think of acting upond what my mind stirs about, or cry my soul asleep by this never-ending drought?
loneliness is a weird thing. the thought of going to college leaving all my friends and family behind, terrifies me. meanwhile the thought of having to leave my room,
She's not real I tried to convince myself as she stepped out of her painting Her silky voice sent shivers down my spine And when she outstretched her hand to touch me Her skin seemed to be made of ice
She says my first boyfriend can’t be my true love so rarely she says do first-time couples stay together and take on the world as one She said i should have been working harder
They say 17 is a number associated with spiritual growth Next month, I advance to a new chapter, a new 18 So I reflect on what’s changed and what’s remained
I am not afraid of fear, But yet he calls my name. Calling me, and taunting me, And putting me to shame. And though his voice cries out, I will not lend my ear— I will not bend my will— To the one that they call fear.
flowers deflowered when anxious hands tug on life not theirs vibrant pigments say, i'm right for the plucking plush filled pistils, ripe with life. snatched by roots reminded of my frailty.
There was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backyard The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
I think there was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backward The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
for so long i was torn between faces & places and not being able to choose what to do or where to go that would please others [please me] i wanted this and i wanted that
Outside is sunshine Inside is darkness My eyes are teary My smile is broken Outside I smile Inside I Cry No one will ever understand why When it rains it pours When it rains,
I was born Of a European Yew. Its mighty bough had grown Twisted and encrusted With moss In the garden of my great-great grandfather. As he left his house for the final time
Flowers can't grow without water, Love can't grow without guidance. Flowers can't grow with stress, Love can't grow with hate. Flowers bloom and die,
When I knew you You treated me poorly You made me feel as though all the fault was mine But because of you I have grown stronger
Small… little… shrimp… Growing up was tough Picked on for years because of my size Just wanted to say enough Late to hit my growth spurt Affecting me in sports Parents so supportive
And then three years later and look at us now.. We were talking about marriage & having some kids in the house. Man nothing ruins a relationship quicker than doubt. Used to say you were so confident in what we had.
I love the way the sunlight shines on him The way the sun seems to reach out for him Only him His eyes are the most beautiful brown I hated brown But I could never hate brown on him
I ran away from myself, paid no heed to my faults and saw all my actions as justified. Until you clasped my hands around a pen and told me to write. We, wrote a list. Another and then a third.
I bury you with all the other girls.The other mistakes,the other regrets and rejects,I bury you nine feet below the ground,covering you in grains of dirt composed ofapologies and excuses.
Trauma trapping, tripping Over the roots that I have grown In the back of my mind To conduct oneself like so
I wanted to be like him Live like him act like him it seemed so far to be able to reach that bar I got what I wanted but in a different way I fell under his wing
It’s said that you only really appreciate something when it’s gone It’s a cliché, I know, but I can’t tell you how real that is Especially when it’s something you’ve never even had I can’t say much,
“Love yourself before you love others. You can’t love a man Until you love what’s in the mirror” We were told this by our mothers. Few took this and ran, But the rest didn’t even consider
To get away from reality I fall into a fantasy Created by my own anxiety Fear flowing from my feet to my head I mess up relationships instead By overthinking way ahead
You taught me to be kind You taught me to be great You taught me to take time You taught me to appreciate You taught me my love for trees You taught me my love for photos You taught me my love for bees You taught me my love for Coco You taught
The spider had crawled in from the depths of the unknown The girl, seeing the creepy crawler, screamed to her bones Oh, wait a minute! Amongst the shadows in the dark Lies a man as strong as a shark
I mean 'no' when I say 'yes', Compulsion to give myself away, Conversely not, Get what I truly want. Don't feel whole, Desire for love, Seeking it in the worse places,
Time won’t stop running. My bed remains unmade, the freckles around my eyes still move when I talk. My heart still aches during love songs, And my eyes slide shut with the sound of rain.
This New Earth The summer harvest Has been reaped To feed our souls. The last bounty gone To the dust of leaves, Clinging to the mother branch
She is a woman of eloquence and grace,a self-less soul conjured up of 2 parts dedication,3 parts caring and 4 parts happiness.
Hey honey, how are you? I am really proud of you. You've made it through all these years, through many smiles and hidden tears. You've made it through those toughe times
I remember being younger When the sun shown just a bit darker And things seemed tilted off a normal plane. I have never been one for writing I always blamed on the timing
my friend’s funeral was a cloudy day. a joyous celebration of life. the clouds spoiled the ambiance, but the rain never came.
I would go though the days angry and full of despair Believing I was the only one, that no one would ever care Writing here and there Expressing my beliefs about what was and wasn’t fair About this and about that
I express my identity through poetry. Who I am and who I hope to one day be Bleeds through the tip of my pen In a rush of eloquence, My stream of consciousness.
Poetry reaches the depths of the soul, climbing into the parts that yearn to be whole Tugging on our heart strings, just trying to teach us things I let the words speak to me, Poetry has taught me how to be free!
The soul yearns for a place to call its home Beside the hearth of friendship’s warm embrace Where candor rides the breeze like glitt’ring ash
the first picture taken of me sits in an altar by my bedside, a reminder of everything I have been given from day one. a baby, curls of onyx in my eyes, nose-deep in a book.
Shit, When someone don't love me what can I do? Am I supposed to wait for there sudden change in heart? Am I supposed to just be led on into this continuous train ride to no avail?
It's a funny sort of thing to change with your writing: to grow and crinkle and smooth over just as the words on your page do. (poems are how we express our change, and our stagnancy
You accept the love you think you deserve. And you do not deserve that- Not that. I understand. Only a deeply damaged soul
He taught me how to feel…To feel his red hot grip on my throatSo that I would grow cold. He suffocated me in his embrace and now, I am cold… And catatonic. The red lace,That once was a symbol of our passion,Would turn on me And use its body inste
as I look back at my page a mess of words a smattering of double entendres and single-line metaphors I come to realize that my poetry is nothing like yours…
“Do you think you can forgive me?” He asked me this while there was still blood between my teeth. He asked me this while I held my own right thumb, because
Poetry taught me to grow, That opening up didn't make me weak but strong, Strong as hell. Because poetry is not calm waters But a strong wind Wrapping your hair around your head,
The promise he made to me about a hundred and one times, he broke. "I will never leave you baby girl," he said and where is he now? Only a shadow of a memory left for me to ponder in my head.
Poetry is a journey With ups and downs As a child it was beauty In school it was a chore Now it is discovery and Means so much more
Sometimes things happen that aren’t supposed to. It snows in april A weed grows in january, Winter overstays its welcome A child is born by accident.
Learning to love yourself is a journey-- mind sways from happiness-- to laying on a gurney-- needing an attorney to defend against the prosecutions of life-- devil sending destruction with little strife-- cuz every milestone you make-- another set
hark what words i speaketh to thee for i shall not repeat them; if thy wishes to be more than a speck on this tiny world follow the path that goes high and far
A rock falling lopsided through space. Yet, we the tenants of such an obscurity, Consider ourselves to be the makers of God. With black powder and fossil fuels we go rushing through the blackness,
Internalize In turn all eyes turn inwardand find only darkness,what a clever disguise.
sometimes i find i want to press myself in a book like a flower to flatten my spine so my shoulders can be higher but if my body wasn’t fragile
hola pequeño árbolcito. si caigo sobre ti, será crítico, si te doblo seguramente romperás, Pero debes leer en tu díptico si lo sobrevives un poco más, crecerás un poco más fuerte,
counting knots in the wood slats- the ones i can feel my nonexistent breath bounce off against the ones holding up the musty mattress that does not get granted a body for most of the year silent cabin
a thought cannot be cultivated. if, it is not planted first in the mind - which, unsedated, remains awake with conscious thirst. a thought cannot grow or sprout if, the mind does not quench it
As we draw closer, We become the naked vine. The two become one- Breath combined. Her skin so soft, like petals of a rose...His hands fall across her, like a gentle breeze blows.
I am a baby I enter the world and open my beautiful eyes to see the light Cute as a baby, oh that’s me Smiles from bundles of joy Poof! I am a kid
Dear Anon, The anonymous you. The unknown to the world, but known deep to my heart. You’ve been there. Deep inside of me. You’ve heard the beats and rhythm. You’ve shaped and molded it to the way you wanted it.
I, a deer in blinding headlights. Whirring wheels screech against the asphalt. Demanding movement but provoking frozen fear.
Dear my most persistent hardships and my unyielding struggles,
To my ex-best friend That tells everyone she doesn’t know what she did wrong; You built your confidence by standing on top of me, Knowing that I wasn’t strong --
dear you, i'd like to share a story there was once a caterpillar she wanted to flyshe was envious of the winged ones
It was your toxic love that made me grow It was your toxic love that showed me the warmth hidden in winter And the chills from the summer It was your toxic love that made my tears break free And your empty words
Dear Jessica, What does a man feel like? Is he soft like trampled moss? Or scratchy like peeled back bark? Does his smile warm your heart?
Dear Jessica, What does a man feel like? Is he soft like trampled moss? Or scratchy like peeled back bark? Does his smile warm your heart?
the broken down frame of my body
Next year I will be able to look at you and see a distant memory All these broken pieces of you will be put back together Still cracked and fragmented But still one piece
Some days the dam breaks. And the laughter you've been using as a mask turns to heaving sobs And the floodgates open to the salty tears And you could begin to rebuild the wall
Leaves of green, Lo, have you seen? They cover all the soil, For grow they must, In Earth they trust, So all the day they toil.
Dear Unidentified Man,
Dear Depression, Your goal seemed to be to wreck what I had worked so hard to build. You tore and hurt and left me a shell of who I was and could be. I lost myself amongst your waves,
To my own demons: Internal weakness, sin of sloth, why must you chain me down so?
The Black (pt. 3) In the farthest field there is a deep pit A wound, proclaimed in the dusty outreaches Of sweeping grass element Which now and again bubbles and Blossoms
My dear raging wildfire love, It really just takes a small spark to start the fire, But when it takes control, It takes over, engulfing everything,
Dear 5 no presents under the Christmas tree, only means that Santa is still working and refining your gift. dear 7 loud screams in the kitchen and hiding under the covers wont last forever,
Dear Broken-Hearted Girl, I remember seeing you, lying there in the darkness of your room I remember watching the tears fall and listening to your stifled sobs
2017bled out in color for me, a thousanddifferent shades tempered by jealousy andreminding me that indeed they wereghostsof somebody I used to know that Ididn't anymore and I didn't
I forgot who I was after I first shattered. When grasping for some desperate way to connect was all that mattered. Before I lost hope and spent years floating face down in the water,
I loved a man who broke my heart Haven’t we all I loved him deeply from the start That was my first mistake I just should have waited
Dear Failure, Many say it is better to try and fail than to not try at all. For so long, the fear has told me, "No." "It is safer here." "Where no one tells you no."
You gave me a starry night and an empty journal And said write down your beautiful thoughts. Shoot them across the universe. Plaster your words onto someone’s heart, It will adhere to another’s.
You were the sweetest thing to hurt me Draped in the fur of sheep, disguised as the devil I trusted you, as you conjured pretty promises you’d soon break When I looked at you, I saw your upmost potential My mistake.
To My First Love, Oh boy did I love you. We went from nothing to everything in under a month. A couple of dates, to hanging out every single day. I was on top of the world with you.
What an interesting feat to recall What Hannah was composed of in January of 2017 What made her tick? What kept her going? Junior year was kicking her butt That memory remains
You bit me when I was tenderbecause you knew i was easy prey.Knowing i would fall weak at the knees on the cogency of your wordsKnowing I was soft as the petals scattered on the bathroom floor.
Have you ever dreaded to take a breath Not the kind that fills soft moist lungs But the kind that follows a silent death Let me go no further For I can see you I don’t have to be there
I always told you the truth I figured it was common courtesy But you molded it Into a monster you used against me. I watch you
A young man born as an offspring of an army soilder. Guided by a foundation of discipline and strength forged with a desire to express known feelings hidden by despair.
the sky and i are alike you know, we burn shades of red and shades of blue with purples in between thoughts are unclear like the moon and the stars hidden from view polluted with darkness
when you hurt me you seem to forget that with every punch with every cut with every gash with every slap you are just making tears fall that will water a tree
The truth is, my darling, that time has passed and we have grown. And yes, I do love you. And yes, that has everything to do with this poem. Loving you has everything to do with who we’ve turned into, and who we’ve grown to become.
You are intelligent Yet you know nothing You are full of ideas Yet you don’t know how to express them well You are full of wisdom
I know things have been tough I know moving in must suck The old tennant was awful at cleaning up after themself The wiring is always off
To my once best friend who made me laugh, and taught me things I never knew To my once best friend who Gave me many fun things to do To my once best friend who At one point, made me feel brand new
Oh look at the trees the leaves fall every day the trees dont blink an eye leaves are meant to be this way So why do we care about the words someone might say about the look of a stare
Finding someone who is caring, careful, conscientious is far more difficult than I’d like it to be.When I found you I felt at peace, I felt like the world finally had meaning, motive, mind.When I met you my anxiety emerged its way back out of the
Because I love you I became a better me How can I love you properly If I don't take care of myself Because I love you I prayed for you So your spirit may be strong
As I fade in and out of sleep Thoughts of you dance through my mind It pains me to know That you never experienced such sorrows Your first love
Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I sat with you when you got angry. Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I held your hand and told you to take deep breaths. Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
i'm laying in bed listening to old songs that used to bring me comfort and happiness and joy. now they only bring back sweet pangs of nostalgia and forgotten emotions. at least at the time i had people
My life has been filled to the brim with manipulation masked as love, Deceit hiding behind a smiling face and seemingly kind eyes. I’ve been torn between words and actions,
We laugh and tumble, quite like a storm. Everyday you are my prayer, a blessing when you were born. There are up's and down's, do not get me wrong. But in the end,
You talk about her like you are a plant and she is the sun you need to grow. Can't you see she is burning your leaves? Withering your petals?
the skin i wear is dry. i fear that my knees have been on the floor for too long. pleading for my loss to return. my mother said, “mix lime with honey,
love to grow i. Baby Love When I was a child, I spoke as a child The most musical language I’ve ever known
You looked me in the eyes Your gaze was so deep, I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I tried so hard to absorb it all, The way your eyelashes curved, and how those small Green circles pried my heart open.
the days you spend no longer feeling the familiar ache in your chest noticing how at ease you feel wondering how long this feeling has been here but you were too unaware to notice grateful but confused
You enter a farmer’s market There is a wide range of fruits From oranges apples pomegranates and yes Even the controversial tomato
I have never really been considered an open book, But because you love me, I have learned to open my front cover, And let my insides spill everywhere. Because I love you I don’t mind being a mess,
To be numb was always the safest route:there were no alternates, no endangering side roads,a straight runway- avoidance of any emotion. I did not think I wanted to change,
I won’t tell you that i am trapped in a body that isn’t mine that i was born in the wrong body because whether i have a chest or a dick this body is mine this body is mine and always will be mine
Why do I think that I can't do things How am I my own least biggest fan I used to think that I could do anything I used to believe I could hold the world in my hand
A tunnel wide yawned before me as I travelled along my way, and I stepped in as traveler would, leaving behind the waning day. As soon as I was in the dark as splash of colors lashed at me.
Because I love you, My words flow freely from my lips Spilling my secrets and sharing my hopes With you, love. Because I love you,
If you are a seedlet my love be your water,andyour sun.I know that you are destinedto rise,and I am devotedto your growthbecause,I love you. And I'd wishfor you,to bloom,into a flower.
Because I loved you I thought she didn’t matter. Her feelings weren’t real, It was just you and me. When you left me strained In an unfamiliar train station I was scared.
And that's when the storm started brewing. Not a storm like last year. A gold walk porch and narrow fence Stones and diamonds in the floor Two had met their paths
What do you want to be when you grow up? A doctor, astronaut, vet, famous A million thoughts race through the young girl's mind Are you ready for your first day of school
I am a collection of the mistakes and dreams of those that I've loved A mind that never stops moving, accompanied by a heart that feels every beat and every tear A soul like mine is fortunate for love
No stain no smudge no worldly wrong Can silence the sound of childrens song No Power of money nor chains of might
I am sitting in a hotel room, staring at a three dollar bottle of wine when I realize that I do not have a corkscrew. There is blood on the towels in the bathroom which I do not dare revisit and I remember the first time you held me.
When I was a child I was told that I was black but not black black. I didn't quite fit into the pre-packaged, tick-one-only boxes society had for me. Which made it difficult when trying to find my place.
The uneven rocks give this hill character. Though storms may erode them they are still strong and beautiful. Etched into their being is lesson after lesson. Every curve tells a story. Ever changing. Ever growing.
Spoken Intro: “All of a sudden, it’s like you’ve become aware of your own existence, how unwhole you are. And you’re constantly being reborn... Again... And again... And again... And again.
He’s taken the lead Left me in the dust I raised But he’s still looking at me, pulling me through instead The world he’s lived in, explosions of color and haze,
Take it easy Your mind is thin paper held up to the sun Through it shines colors the eye can’t even see, But you’re quick to burn too fast... Be mindful & burn slow...
standing at the mirror and i look like a shell of myself skin stretched over bone, barely hanging on, but so am i dark circles reflecting dark corners of my mind that attack me at night like monsters playing hide and go seek impossible to catch i
And now I’ve come to the end, I walked a very long way. Miles and years, Smiles and tears. But there is nothing left for me to say. You didn’t hurt my feelings,
Old soul Young bones Turmoil and pure insanity- This time last year I was really feeling the shit hit the fan, man And I mean, really
Growing up with my mom, hardly ever had a father figure.It was like I was the only one who ever saw the bigger picture.I grew up in New York with my mom in an apartment.My dad was a handy man who worked on anything from ceiling to floor carpet.I w
As a child, I went through a very brief period of childhood before I was thrust into a world where monsters are not only very real, but a constant factor I had to face.
Drowning in my insecurities, I am pushed into a comfort zone beyond who I aspire to be. The molecules are opinions, Assumptions, Of those who think they know me best. A force- harsh and stiff as a hurricane,
yesterday i realized i am better now and i was proud for the first time since april today
She watches the clock, She hates to be timed. Yet she loves the pressure of a short notice. She learned not to be hesitant after her many setbacks. She's be told of her potential, pst, like she didn't know,
Once upon a time, there was a girl seen with talent. She acted upon it and tried all she could. Though auditions and essays flowed easily through her,
From youth, I knew not all plants grow -- Some are cut at the roots, Some sprout of row, And some never see the light of day And feel the rain on their leaves And the sun on their cheeks
My mind was once a machine, whirring as if to say, Think is not fleeting. One idea, one belief, that was enough for me, Think is not feeling.
Over the course of the last year, I have experienced a significant amount of change I graduated high school, leaving the security and stability behind I lost some friends
Do my steps weigh down This island, and flood my home In waves of guilt? These frayed gaps tell me so. Prayers force their way out of these pages
I was not the only flame beating I had another which gave me warmth We grew from each other yet became distant I grew faint and dim, I couldn't keep living like this The other vanished frommy life and I felt cold
When I was thirteen, I knew exactly who I was going to marry. He would be tall, and strong, with black hair and even blacker eyes. He would be my protector.
She was like a seed drowned in dirt. Her home was as dry as a desert. She was small and frail, almost an introvert.
Two-thousand and sixteen Crowned one of the worst years in many peoples’ eyes For many it was a year of distress, chaos, uncertainty For me it was a year of self-discovery, growth, and learning January
I took a risk. I applied to graduate school, I was filled with fear of the unknown and looking like a fool. I excelled in my classes, I impressed the masses. I took a risk.
12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, this is how much time ive spent growing all this time was spent knowing who I am, what I want to achieve and what I want to be a year can seem so vast a year can seem so fast
There's something that stirsUnder the surfaceOf my skinIt CreepsAnd CrawlsAnd Begs to get in
There are cracks in the sidewalk that represent my life;A broken home;A broken family;Needing something to mold to.I've become the flower sprouting throughThat people tend to walk upon.
If I died, I’d cry But if I didn’t, then I’d never be alive I think I’m sad sometimes But other times I think that I’m just lying I like to sing out loud about death And feeling bad, and never being their yet
I don’t know where I’m headed, But I wanna know before I go Which way is right? Which way is left?
Over the course of years, Over the course of days, Over the course of writing this sentence The so-called "future" has changed immensely Similar to how seasons occur Changing colors, changing shapes
If I spoke in lines of poetry, it would be broken Every line seperate from the rest My words would fall disconnected You would not be able to make sense of it
I've seen through my eyes, A world laid out before me. A world that's experienced a year of growth, A year of pain, A year of change. A lot can happen in a year, The discovery of a new hobby,
This year, I burned myself away I let myself wilt Without dismay Often, I was horrified A world in meltdown Triggered my pride And let me drown I got up, though I always came around
Butterscotch colored bubbles clink in crystal glasses as ten seconds mark a genesis Laughter, too loud, bounces like a ping pong ball between empty resolutions also too loud
- A year. Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty-five days. An election outside.
I planted myself in a garden, this year. And not just any garden, but a garden of overwhelming light & overflowing water.
Hearing God talk to you through your own thoughts is always interesting.
I slashed wounds into pinked skin, Now I kiss them red as they burn. I pulled thoughts before they ripe, Now I soil them to better the taste. I use to lay in rivers wearing oleanders,
Three hundred and sixty five days are enough to make you a different person. Enough to make you grow, enough to knock you down, enough to make you live. These days are filled with hope, despair, luck, Lessons.
“yeah, I used to get panic attacks myself.” my ease surprises me. I’m relaxed, not like the calm before a storm when havoc is about to wreak. just calm. no storm.
Drawing Drawing myself From the inside out Sheltered by bone, Veiled in Cream colored Flesh, My hand holds my pencil
2016 January, the new year started. I still kept to myself. February, the days became colder. As I became to be. March, I met my best friend.
In the beginning, there was Us. Sometimes I thought that my smile would blind people, It burned so brightly for you. And nothing touched me more
January A new year Celebrations Resolutions New friends Forgetting old people Old mistakes Cold
I kept saying What am I going to do Left incapacitated I began to live Interpreting the world Found focus and motivation To keep going
january; I left 2015 with an empty heart. As others gathered to celebrate joy, I merely huddled under my sheets, too exhausted, for the last few years had been hard. february;
Timid Shy Afraid Anxiety. Curious Focused Freedom Anxiety. As I grow and evolve, I am always left with one thing Anxiety.
I’m different now. I find myself searching for the peace I used to have The peace that was given to me The peace that surpassed understanding. I find myself struggling to find optimism
The concept of time is so strange We never realize how much in a year that we change The sun always rises and it's a blessing to be awake Another chance to fix yesterday's mistakes
I've found that change is a messenger, And it only brings the thing's we've set for. I've found surprizes this year, like every other, But each was not really anything new, but set.
I've found that change is a messenger, And it only brings the thing's we've set for. I've found surprizes this year, like every other, But each was not really anything new, but set.
Changéd have I been since the dawn of the year These new thoughts, these new words, have changéd me.
I will Constantly Grow A year ago… I was finding myself. I fell in love with another soul.
Swimming in a sea of skin I only felt her warm hand fingers laced through mine like sutures binding a wound allowing it to heal.
Things are good, I'm happy yes, you're making more money than most people your age Im doing well, doing it without school too School was never for you anyway I'm close to my peak Here she comes who?
I believe that many say, time changes It molds, grows, shapes, scrapes, You I, with tired limbs, heavy eyes, a crazy sleep schedule
I see friends travel, experience new things and step onto foreign gravel. They walk a different path. My experience is less than half.
Live in your bubble for a day Not for a lifetime Look up and see the world The world outside your own That is the world you live in Not the one you've created
Pencil shavings became a sign of accomplishments A’s became common Teachers became leaders School became a creative space. Glances became kisses
Years go by as they always do Some go fast, others slow, But never a year taken so long As this year's past. Changes occur as they always do. Some welcome, some not. Haircuts and new friends,
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul. I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow. I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul. I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow. I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
I am from the seeds dropped from familiar hands, dug into the cigar box storing old memories, sprinkled lightly onto the soil which bore me into this earth,
A gust of wind. I am dislodged from my cradle. My blanket is ripped away. My family shrinks in the distance. I crash to the ground. The light blinks out as I am covered in a new blanket. I am cold.
8 years ago It's has been
The Way the seeds grow When seeds fall from a plant Does it gaze upon that plant As a ray of sunshine That will guide its way,
Whoever said “an apple a day keeps the doctor away” must never have met a Black woman. I have not met other people whose presence radiates warmth and sunlight, or another being who has the power
I don’t love him anymore. The residency that he used to hold in my heart has been vacated. A year ago I was terrified when you left that I was over, I was done, that at sixteen I had loved the truest and purest love I would feel.
It is the decison you make one day, when you had enough of watching everything that has sinked you down. So, you take the stance and draw a map of yourself and see the
My hair never looked so healthy, Their adolesent actions so displeasing, I have changed. Swollen feet carry my weigth, I do not feel as heavy anymore. This steady rhythm my chest projects,
As a kid I loved swimming It was something That made me happy As I grew My love For immersion Became fear As I realized The mental horror Of drowning
Like pink skies and red oceans, each day is so beautifully enigmatic Mystery and curiosity caress my day in a world so sorrowfully systematic A chance to touch and breathe ease me into sunrise and poetry flow
I don't promise insight, so take this vulnerability There's something ugly in mistakes and I am going to let them see on purpose. They're nervous for bad anecdotal jokes and blank notes, rote comfort buy the hour.
Fallen Shoulders Once Raised High Gardens Growing Up like Vines Flower fields place their Roots Deep within the Spine they Loop Beneath Between Around About The Cord that Dances Up to the Crown.
Image by Ted Pim Daddy, why’s mommy crying? Daddy, why’s mommy locked in her room? Daddy, where’d mommy go? “Mommy’s feeling sad today, feeling tired today; mommy’s going away for a while.
Now the only question I had to ask myself was , what was IT? What was I looking for?.
Poetry is not only art But it shows how far you've come. When I read old poems I see how much I've grown As a poet and a person. I may not be the best writer, But I love seeing personal growth
Your face in between these thunderous thighs Guiding me on an ascent to cloud nine on the way to meet the most high In between these sheets is where our love lies.
You are the reason that I am broken Thank you. For had you not broken my heart I wouldn’t have seen myself reflected in the shattered pieces
Fifteen years old, You finally can fill a training bra. The boy behind you in class whispers,
You were a pen Long, slender, and sleek A sharp tip aching to cut through ink and paper I was an inkwell Dark, mysterious, and opaque
Drop the storm. Move closer. Sit. It is time.
I walk along, head held high, No single man can touch my pride. I am alone, but my heart is full, Not a single moment I feel dull. It was not always like this, I used to hate myself and diss
This is the story of how I lost my voice - But more importantly, how I found it again. How I found the words caught behind spiderwebs in my throat, itching to be free,
This day in particular Was really quite gray The guy next to me sighed Hey, you okay? I replied that I was fine I gesured him to go away Yet, he wiped the tears from my eyes
Poetry Flourishes like a tree, Expanding it branches, Reaching, stretching Trying to expand Leaves form Blossoms bloom
A sick bliss, bubbling Spilling out over me Staining and settling In holes, in the cracks All the locked in got out Now it’s boiling out Now it’s staining and settling In holes, in the cracks
Bye, bye, bye, butterflies Dear butterflies in my stomach, Please leave, go out.. cause there's nothing to flutter about Nobody's that exciting anymore All rising around for nothing,
As a kid I often picked dandelions Because I loved to watch them fly away. As an adult I always picked the pretty girl
When I peer closely, I can see you there Your tiny head pokes out above the ground Your fight against the world is newly found, As men will question, “How much will you bear?”
I see with sounds Words a MIXTURE Of thought and outside stimuli I write to bring peace to my mind Link the emotion In my music with word in my mind Rooted in pain Of youth
I can't live without breakfast tacos.son más que solamente tacos. breakfast tacos are sustenance for me as cuddles are to babies.they're mom. they're family.they're dad.
The Island is a reflection of me. I am a reflection of all my experiences. Past, present and future. What is the one thing I would take if I was stranded on an island?
Hope is the commodity that fuels business and dreamers and churchgoers, And honestly - I've never lost hope on the pathway of my odyssey. Truthfully - My mind is a wishing well - I'd say that I'm an oddity,
Your Beautiful Your Inteligent Your Needed You told me these things when I was young I never belived the words you told me I threw myself down And told myself I would never be loved But
"Que sera sera sera.
I refuse to stand here without you Choosing to move forward knowing we'll find each other again Here I try attempting this impossible task But soon realizing there is no need
You ask me what I need As if without air I can still breathe, Without water or sunlight I'll be fine. So All necessities aside, I guess I need the world. It's a lot to ask, but
America's Garden Here in America diversity is key, Seen on this soil are seeds from overseas, Sailing on water or flying in air, The common goal of freedom brings those seeds there,
I didn't know colors. I thought that they were mixed, a simple product of light, bouncing off, as rays. Only the modern physics. That's all I saw. The calculated facts.
The only time I can’t forget you Is in my drawn out fever dreams. Half human, half animal, You draw me in Like an “Alice in Wonderland” character that shifts
What is a rock? Solid and strong. Formed by breaking free. I sit and I see. Looking out into the ocean, I am there. The sea is on me, over me. I am solid and strong, Just like a rock.
A house is nought but the sum of it's parts A day is but a set of hours A year, a system of days, each bundled up with others and given names All a decade is is a repeat of the day before
Living a life full dreams and pondering where I would be, fathoming the things of this world that I could bring. Staying humble and hard working is part of the game unless you give it up and end up in a life of shame.Why so ambitious.
To buy some eggs and to buy a loaf of bread Useful to the community a lot of reasons come to my head Cooking necessities and treats for the little one Kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom products for everyone
Going to college is frightening, but there are more frightening things in the world. Growing up is exhilarating, but there are things we can miss on the way.
I am a girl transitioning into womanhood. Still making mistakes , but learning from them. I cry during sad movies, and during happy ones too. I care too much, for those who care to little.
Hunting another calloused hand to hold I became lost in worlds of temptation, Used for beauty, hollowed, taken & sold To the pursuit of my validation. Growing my muscles, both body and brain
In your mommy’s world You were always her little girl. Quiet nights hands were lurking, Brother’s cold hands froze you in the night.
I am alone I am scared I am calling home and waiting for the weekend I am trying strange things I am meeting new people I am joining clubs I am breaking my shell I am enjoying new things
The most hated people I've come to know Love themselves more than they should show. The last place you'd see them is low In their own minds that is, they're really hoes. Romantic and flowery, they unfortunatly spoke
I am 14 Everything is new, and optimism is endless. The sun is brighter, boys are nicer, my first days of high school I am 15 School is routine, mostly a burden to my social life.
Who Am I? I am not an idea I am not who you want me to be
I am wise. I hold the fire of truth in my eyes. I will not let it reach its demise. Because I am wise and I know wisdom more than you. I was a fool. I played in my own happiness
I am a little off never quite fitting in mildly autistic a little bit artistic my childhood acidic. I am young the first time I say I wanna die.
Growing up I was insecure and had a lot of fears, Coming from a city that was build on music and cars Eventually being deprived and ruined by the men in the city. To me its like i was the city, I was Detroit!
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.
Chilling. Dreams of today turn To inspiration of tomorrow. Friends of today turn
Before I was, I had to come To the forefront of death, of life. And without any doubt of the from; I now exist amidst the strife. Without knowledge known to me yet, No pressures found or even cared
I. I am fascinated by numbers I have an affinity for numbers. I have written him 71 pages of poems. 14675 words and counting 2462 stanzas 3241 lines mounting. Upon each other like
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
Class of 2016, the year where the path changes. I have traveled down the jagged road to fin it's end near. I found a shortcut though, because there is nothing more strange then speeding up,
What’s worst about this whole ordeal Is not that you are gone, Nor that the words you said to me Were just to put me on, But really that your parting voice Did quiver in its tone –
A Simple Seed Existence The seed everyone shares Ignorant and seemingly unremarkable it grows
Call it beauty Call it beauty when the stars blanket the night sky When the birds sweeten the morning air When the rain rejuvenates the fresh soil When waterfalls look like falling pristine sugar
The world around us is constantly moving Even the smallest flower is beautifully blooming. If a bud so small gets a chance to bloom A human so tall, chance as well should assume.
Here lays a story to be told of Angels and Mermaids and Knights (with strange names) and royalty of princesses and princes the same, and none of which were servant’s saviors but all of them killed her further.
When I entered middle school it wasn't quite as I had planned
Recall the days, not long ago, When you were but a pup, And all the world was marvelous, Nowhere to grow but up. With each new dawn came new delights, To learn, to act, to feel;
Isn’t it awesome, that rivers are forever? They are forever, and yet you will never stand in the same river twice, The river is a new being and packs a punch like a spice. Isn’t it awesome, how as humans we have grown?
Deep in a forest Where the wind blows Lives the grass, the trees and grow. They strive off of life And they know what is right Here is where the wind blows And the trees and grass grow.
The minds of feeble boys Boisterous Unbalanced Braggadocious Blaming bonds bought by bad bargaining- Instead of the one who's done the negotiation
My delivery, Intelligently, to the Nth degree, Exponentially, I enter thee, places in your mind- generally -you refeuse to set free, the demons you keep prisoner, all the nights you cant remember, So many words left
with honor, i wear all my scars
You were so sweet I knew better than to try to consume you all at once If i over indulge then my stomach would ache So i told myself "maybe just a taste" But you weren't composed of artificial flavors
once a small seed in the ground now swaying in the wind along with all the sound. A tree growing older by the year growing up and out of the fear. Leaves will fall, seasons come and go
Plans may no
I am made of sticks and stones. I rebuilt myself from those I found Strewn about the kitchen floor, Remnants of your drunken tirades. My bones felt hollow When I learned that yours
This road of turns and bridges took me to a cliff I went off my cliff I am alive My road is now dark and uncertain I reach for light but then stop myself
First I learned to crawl and then I learned to stand up tall. Next I learned how to walk and run And now at full speed, a young woman I am to become. My growth is flawless.
<3 You could see it in their eyes. They weren't quite friends anymore. The way she smiled for him, friends don't smile like that. The way he puts his hands on her back,
There was a smell of growth in the air tonight. What did growth smell like?
MY God MY GOD, How long did it take to create such a beautiful Child? I know it took a beautiful while,
wondering withstandsbreath after breathin faith working to attainthe freedom of silencespirit occupies to createas life is a sequence of number and tonei seek words that keep the promise of growth
For once in my life the storm around me matches the storm raging in my soul. For once in my life the puzzle pieces fit perfectly.
You push me down into dirt,You stay proud of what you blurt,Of all these words screamed out at me:
I asked him once if he narrates things in his head The way that I do The way that We. Do. "GIRLS," society screams, "LOVELY, LONELY, UNKNOWINGLY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!"
Let your mind Bloom like a flower In spring. May your thoughts Grow fertile In soil of encouragement. Create a field of plenty Waiting to be harvest
Consume the worldIn a fleshy fruit!Savor its flavorDevour the bruteWe fight for what we eat Even though there’s not enough meatThe pesticides, the herbicides, the fallen leaves
I often hear empty words of praise. Compliments about my looks, my grades. No one ever looks at the true beauty in me. But I know what everyone fails to see.
A/N: I was thinking about what I think makes me flawless, and I think it's my intense survival instinct. So here's a poem about that.
(A.K.A 'Question')Why praise God, onlyto curse & challenge His namewhen a trial comes?
Beauty comes from the roots
In the words of my mother “I was as big as a good shit” Which was some shit seeing a I gave her so many complications.
Beneath the surface,Beyond the wall I createdThrough the numbers of the matrix,Underneath the false perceptionAnd Misunderstood representation,Misleading calculated frustrations
"I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then ask myself the same question."
Someday I will say the word “love” without slurring itwithout murmuring it over the airwaveswithout screaming it through tears,without it cutting my knees in the gravel of the driveway.Our driveway.
Time Tic, toc, tic... The infinite sounds of time The infinite turning of the hands The withered leaves The abandoned buildings that used to be
The apple rots when it very well pleases The seed just does what it’s told It grows and grows, the ground picks up the pieces Of the apple tree’s selfish mold. There’s no free will for the sapling
When will my bones stop aching when will my chest stop quaking from my missing you I must be the one I must become some one so I can love myself more than you
A rush enters like a veiling curtain Of cascading water; A vaporous fall, endlessly joining Aqueous substances below. Descending from a starlit heaven, How could my heart retain
Survive the storm, thunder, and rain, dig deep inside to locate the pain. Follow its stem down to the roots, unveil the confusion and discover the fruits.
Life employs a different meaning to each individual Is this awakened state of being existence? Or rather the opposite… Are we really living in an illusion, fooled by the conscious mind?
Young in a glass mixtures of old souls,
I have a past, we all do Some of it is lies, other things are true My grandma said I lied about rape My aunt said I was fake My church said I was a mistake My friends said they needed a break
She wakes up but refuses to get out of bed; she’s too scared to allow more thoughts in her head Standing before her mirror she begins her daily ritual, who will she be today?
To the reflections of me I look to a mirror, a photograph, a song
I feel as more than flesh and bone When I walk my feet don’t drag a corpse Because I’ve heard the song of my heartbeat’s tone, The melody beyond all words
Don’t ever dream to wage a war Against the powers that be You’ll scratch and claw and only get sore
I beg of you, pen, just tell me the truth In some beauty that yanks at my tears When I taste your strength I learn that my Potential outlives my years
"Do it again." "But why? Isn't it good enough?" Aren't I good enough? "Not if you want to compete in this industry. Now, do it again." "Okay."
The woods were encumbering in the sunrise. My gut wrenched with uncertainty of the buzzing feeling atop my forehead. A little green creature rested in the nests of my tousled hair,
all will bow and hushin the Creator's presencewhen Judgement's due.
Broken roads engulfed with rubble A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing Who can stand to face the trouble The hearts that burn, spurned Eager to face another day, wanting
LIFE It's a journey, that's what life is, Many paths to choose from, The choice is yours, pick wisely and reap rewards, Or play the ignorant fool,
Listen to these voices all around. So many young dying in this small town.
I'm weird, I'm brave, I'm scared, I'm tall, I
We all have a voice inside us That wants to be heard To scream above the mountain tops Our greatest dreams and fears To express oneself for all to hear Would be a dream come true
From my moment of creation I had a determination
Heartbreaks Couldn’t be you all by yourself
You are the flowers
It has taken mea very long timeto come to this point,but I’m realizing nowafter eighteen yearsof my lifethat it is okay to feel.I spent so many monthsof my life
I am growing.
Pain is there, Day by day. Pain without shame, Yet i'm about to kill the pain. Fame that can't ease my pain, But yet you make me feel the shame. The shame it comes, It goes it's way.
A blossoming network, Parts new and old, Compositions of data, To you, it's sold. QWERTYUIOP ASDFGHJKL; ZXCVBNM The keyboard, the tool. Sites to surf,
Swirling eddies down the riverside tumble and curl while I pick up a rock I throw it; watch it collide with the simmering surface of the dark world beneath I’m taking a bath; commanding the bubbles and soap
I've dated eight people now in the last year. I need a break, this is crazy. I tell my friends all these stories on how each one fails. I don't understand why thry jsut leave.
If there came a day Where life outran me I would return to my Parents home Beaten by the world Weathered by time And caked in mud I would hang my head
What we feel is what we know. It is delicate, fragile. Punctured and bruised. Touched and healed. What we feel is what we know. And every time, the goosebumps grow,
On the late November wind
Slowly coming sucky death getting closer with each breath within my heart there burns a flame that gets brighter at the sound of your name.
I have an unhealthy attraction to brokenness
How can you love me? When I hurt you so bad? How can you see me and think, "He's the one?" I know I deserve to be left a lone To be throw to hyenas like traitors should be, How can you love me?
I look outside and see, The world is waiting for me, There is much to learn, And it all comes in turn, all I have to do is turn the knob, And prepare for the job.
The people bu
What is it about jobs that frightens the whole world?
You will need: 1 human body (preferably fresh) 1 absorbent mind 2 parts ambition 1 part hard work 3 parts hormones 1 part friendliness 16/18 cups knowledge (Depends of consistency)
With a beauty like hers, no one can deny, Her heart full of gold, and her eyes filled with such integrity, With her locks of bronze blonde waves and the skin looks like a model.
As a baby, I laid and cried in my crib Observing the sunlight peering through my window
To write each night and da
I'm finally going to fill up the pages of my life. No more blanks. No more hesitation to fill in the spaces with bold, deliberate strokes. I'm going to be able to focus again
sometimes i lie on top of you
apart i’m quite a different thing. without the weight of your arms to center my toss-turn tendencies, i place four fingers to stake out my breast bone counting hard edges
Concerned hand Shoots up Riddled with Purple tracks along Vein’s corridors indicating Another kind of shooting Eyes glassy yet aware Functioning child Unknowing of what his
Happiness Anger Love Hate Presence Absence Prompt Late Pride Embarrassment Confidence Worry Ignore Obsess Delay
We live in a world where no one is accepted It’s 2014 and nothing much has changed Society is way harsher now than it was in 1960 1960 was the time where everyone accepted each other for who they were
I came to life to dream to beam, to seem to have a purpose. I came to life to reap not sleep, not keep my pride holding me back. For my job is to be under the hunter of clothes.
Like little leaves on waving tree branches,
Whenever I tell people I want to write for a living, they give me a funny look that says 'good luck' in a sarcastic way, though. Most people don't think anyone can make it writing, writing for television,
With headphones in, A determined stare. I type for you but a passage, for all readers to share. Viewers reflect, make choices, prepare. The future is approaching, with its army of fear.
If I could change one thing about myself Maybe I would go back to being an embryo And change how I think about men So that when I got to the seventh grade I wouldn’t fall in love With my best friend
Love is a roller coaster Sharing new experiences with one another Its a experiment when two hearts are joined together There's no point in know what the outcome shall be It can easily be taken for granted
The first kiss. It was paradise An awkward teenage experience Yet it was beautiful A feeling filled with joy and happiness It was messy but satisfying it was my first time A sense of breath coming quickly
The first kiss. It was paradise An awkward teenage experience Yet it was beautiful A feeling filled with joy and happiness It was messy but satisfying it was my first time A sense of breath coming quickly
At least, be pathological.
Many jobs can change a life. Teacher, doctor, husband, wife. In many ways large or small, A single role to benefit all. The professional I aspire to be, Has more or less chosen me.
Who can define success? What does it truly mean? Could it be something tangible that we can have? Or is it considerably unattainable, obscure, and unseen? How do I find this road to success,
Bandages heal wounds Medicine cures the patients Doctors help people
I sat in class a brain ahead of me It was dissection day and time to play The teacher handed me the master key I cut around matter that is grey And discovered my new fascination
It is not about the money. It is about what makes you happy. The check is appealing. But is the job base on your feeling? Boring office job or exciting danger. Simple life or adventure.
Oh what would I possibly do and who on earth would I be, if for just one tiny moment
Torn between the two. I have a friend who knows me inside and out, and another friend who is still trying to figure me out. What am I supposed to do? The best friend who I love,
The dream is always changing, yet it stays the same. To be a prima ballerina, to be a surgeon, a singer, a broadway star. To be a proffessional hurdler. To be an astronuat.
One Job One day two ways I say Experience and Education are the ways three things i must say to the people who didnt believe,refuse to help,or just dont care
Can one job define us? Can our hunger for success, fulfillment, and adventure be satisfied with just one job. What if I told you yes! Would you believe me? Probably not! Am I right?
She comes to meNot only listening, but living what I speak. She steps up to the plate.She swings.She succeeds. The creditall given to her,but she thanks me.
oh father what has happenedto you? what on earth stole from you your guitar? and told you to stop singing to your baby girl? oh father theres a darkness that settles in your eyes thsese days.
Down and I mean really down,under the facad of reality,under the illusions of life.Under what man percieves to be right and wrong.
What if I could earn my degree in college? What if I could go to Japan? What if I could get paid to edit manga? Or what if I'm turned down? What if they say nay, what if, what if, WHAT IF?!
A drop, a drop
These words are in my head Shouting, begging to be released. They have slowed but never ceased, Weighing me down like lead. I try to keep them inside Tucked away in the dusty corners
Curled up Trapped within A living shell I slam against it Scratch at it Work harder than I ever have But even when It is open I still am not free
Devilish deliverer of darkness Eerie establisher of ease Faithless father of fear
Because i loved am able to let to because i loved i was able to close my eyes to the noise of the world The words that shot throw my heart breaking every lungs and bones how am i still able to breath
I've always been a dreamer. i've always wanted things that were just too far out of my reach. Yesterday, I wanted to be a singer on Broadway's bright stages. I still do, and I always will.
Ah, the children! Beautiful, adorable, cheerful From the moment of birth To their late teens. Who could ask for a better job? Helping them stay healthy and being at their side
The years past way faster than I thought, I am almost an adult and childhood I fought. Now I search for who I will be, Stiving for my dream job you see. A nurse who flies way up high,
You hear the yells and the screams and you know what it all means. You know it will lead to the inevitable passive aggressive comments. His failures and her sins will always go hand and hand.
In a house of many rooms,
Infinite Love disables you Challenging
The wind picks up and the horizon turns burgundy red The people of this city scurry to their expensive cars Racing to get home to see the kids, to finish the game, for dinner. But what they don’t see
Walk my way and a thousand violins begin to play, or it might be the sound of your hello.
If I could, my eyes wouldn’t blink so fast. My oh so lonely heart wouldn’t feel so smothered.
I walk in. Adrenaline, excitement, panic, and love crash into me all at once. I look up. Hundreds of lights, thousands of colors, and endless possibilities hang above me. I look out.
Imagine, Imagine living the life you dream of free of fear,
I would change Love , Love would be free, Love would be open, Love would have no limits , Love wouldn't need approval from others, Love would need honesty , Love would have cherishing moments ,
I made my choice. Winter had come over me, I fought it for a while, But eventually I caved and let it take me.
I look into your foxy eyes All lit up with your smile, My heart begins to race, And then I go into denial. I push back all the bad times And bring forth all the good, So even though it's mostly bad
If an Author is a job than believe me my life will be changed. I sit and pondered on what is it I want to do for the rest of my life. It came clear to me that it would be to write.
I look and see greatness and admiration. I always have to look pass my procrastination. I would like to change that so I could get more things done.
Love you I do,Love you I will,Help you I do,Help you I will.What are you going to do with your life?What are you going to do with yours?I’ve helped,
More than a shadow My sweetheart A friend, sister Rain in tears Tracked by the past
My soul mate One day I find myself fly away Leave this world Above the stars Back again
Never letting go of me Shifting, thinking, bending You twist my body Whirling me around Glamorous
you are the stars i gaze at every single night you are the sun i wake to with its rays of golden light you frolic in my orangejuice and snuggle in my bread you've nestled in my heart and you've rooted in my head
If I could change the world, I wouldn't change it. For we already have the capability to rearrange it. We are a feeling species. Full of love and of hate. Yet we cannot appretiate that fact.
One thing I would change, with a poem: Yeah, and it's funny how it goes sitting in my room and finding all your clothes. and I laugh, I laugh but I pull them to my face
As he sat down next to me Casually pulled me onto his lap He didnt mean it, I couldn't see I felt my knees get weak and collapse His smile took me away When he whispered quietly in my ear
Everyday I give someone a warm hug I warm their spirits and make them snug But I, who gives these warm hugs Feel cold like and empty mug For although I love to see A smile made by me
Let's go I'm ready
waiting in the sideines for someone to come along doesnt have to be anyone just dont let me be alone cant wait any longer for something thats not meant to be please come for me somebody
waiting for a war to begin can't get past the sin trying for a new begining in a world still blooming i always wonder what i'd be like if i hadn't met you im only looking for someone who'll say
You're beautiful But I can't see you.
I followed him desperately Did anyone see? Craving him, half-heartedly thinking till someone catches us. We who look like thieves, however nothing to take but my lustful purity.
You ask me what's important to me, what makes me happy,
he was mine and I was his he held the love of her and I his little hands is what I remember most, the way they fit in mine.
I think I'm in love with you,
I let you go. Why did I let you go? Eyes that paraded a bright blue tint Spoke words that only I could interpret.
I worry for the worst, Wistfuly hanging and hoping for the moment, When something will be dfferent, When something will come first, Something besides just looks and stares,
For the longest time I felt as though I didnt belong Crowds stormed right through me Never giving me a second glance. For the longest time I didn't know I was special Or beautiful
In my mind there are two side
This world has a cold heart will someone warm it up? I sit at the table with no one to pick up the other cup. Inside me burns a fire that needs to be kindled
People can only judge me as far as their eyes can see But no one really knows the real me It's only safe when I can see their smiles on me
If I could only escape to the world of my dreams. . .
Caught in An Endless Breeze
Persscussion, Hatred, Fear, and other words that describe to me Seperation We fear unexplained We fear Culture We fear the world God gave us the will, the means but can we use it?
Little boy Joe and twin brother Nicky, Play pirate outside and often are icky. In their dad's study they find a large chest, And small captain fingers get it all sticky.
When I said I love you on January first I meant it with all my heart
We seed We grow We bud We blossom We spread We wilt As my short, Singular life progressed, I thought not of those ‘round me I thought only of getting to the top.
Pain , I say i wont complain bearing the burden, words like birds fly to verbs then contain the vains of my plain out of frame eyes
I wish the education system was designed to teach me realistic life lessons
Simplicity is rich to the poor mans eyes. Why war, why rumor, why lies? A books cover is beautiful, tho torn inside. Leave out the war, rumors, and lies. A book was not meant to attract flies.
Overcome. Vainity was my addiction Even now it's my affliction. Rivers running Away, away, the burning Sun. Sunsets are limited, You never know which will be your last One. One burst of beauty,
You and I are different You and I are the same You and I are pieces of the same game You and I are black
His hands are rough as stone. His eyes are filled with fire. His hair is brown like a mocha. His head rest perfectly on top of my head. His hands maybe rough but they are gentle when he touches me.
You look at me with star brightened eyes. You see my moment of weakness - As you watch my wall that I've tried for so long to build - Crashes to the ground. Because, you see, unlike you, I had no walls.
When I needed comfort you held me You let me rest my head
Growing up with ones you love, and that love you making friends in a new school growing with the ones close to you as they grow too
Can He still feeel the nails dig in? Each time I fall and just give in To evey lie? To evey sin?
I'm looking at the waves, entranced by their strength. They throw me under and thrust me aside, as if my presence isn't a bother at all. Yet when I look into the compressed sands, I see my reflection magnified.
If you are a real christian you will love everyone, for love is the greatest commandment of all,Hatred causes arguments, but love overlooks all wrongs.
You forgot everything about me
At first, it flickers, blinking in face of the world's bright lights.With fear it strengthens, as not to be left behind.Gently waving, emitting its own light, growing, stealthily growing
Graciously black Open winged butterfly Gliding through the sky Where do you go when you’re all alone? Is there a place you call home? You land here You land there Always on the go
A placing a plate of cookies and glass of warm milk for Santa On the dining room table was a waste of time At least I got to witness my father gobble it down
woke up w
I left my soul on your floor last night. Battered, and cold. The cracks in the tile cradled my scarlet letter, safely. Your hands strong; sweet.I was certain that this was honest—perhaps naive.
Missiles of mistrust and combating reality,
I am a woman, Not a figurine that can be stood on a shelf
Ms. C, my favorite thing about writingIs taking time to really decode it,But in your class I’m frequently fightingWhen you imply that all our thoughts are shit.You lecture us, but last year Ms. K taught.
Shift the schools' focus
I sit here on graduation day.
I love you. I can’t believe that you for some crazy reason love me too. I just wanted to write this to say thank you Thank you for what you’ve done in my life And what you did on that cross.
Who do you think you are? You think you have power over me, the ability to suppress my creativity and freedom of speech.
Here I am, just me, Standing on the mountain top. I have changed, renewed.
Look at you sitting behind that desk, acting all high and mightyWe are not your toys to fuck withWe are human beingsWe are teenagers, hormonal brats that need help during this crucial time
They don’t wanna see me with you, they say I can do better But what do they know? Tellin me how to feel and how to love At the end of the day nobody knows about this but US
We have ceased the pursuit of knowledge In turn clipping the wings of imagination And violently stunting the growth of creativity We have given in to the monotonous drawl
Would you rather be in love OR would you rather be alone and heartbroken forever? Would you rather learn and make your future successful OR would you rather have no future?
Life. Wrap me up in it. Feed me it by spoon. Or drown me in it. Just, leave me to submerge. I'll be fine. Just...Let me be. Let me live. I'm under lock and key,
You say I don't know shit, but whose teaching me? You say I won't match up to anything, but whose teaching a student that smarter than them?
When you say "Goodbye, I love you," I just wanna take you away and show you a better place than the dashboard and the faces people make.
The rain dropsnot from the clouds,but from the Heavens above.They drip from the treetopsand drop from each branchand nestle into leaves,glisten on webs woven tight fromspiders at night,
Everywhere I turn there are hundreds Of dazzling smiles So, so many are surrounding me In a radius of miles But not me, no. I do not smile Because I am no one
Day in and day out. Everything's the same. I can't stand it when you call out my name. Day in and day out. You spend nine days on a topic I swear, I'll get a gun and learn how to cock it.
People get tagged with these labels, Straight, Bisexual, Lesbian, or Homosexual. I just want people to accept me. I play ball, I dress different, I'm not girly,
Are we really this dirty generation, or are we just aiming for what we believe youth should look like – I can’t tell. Why did we start doing drugs in middle school? In a suburban community, no less.
My Demise Abandonment overcame my being in the beginning, Tick. Tock. The clock chimed days away before my hopeful eyes
Adolescence is only but a piece in my puzzle Its reminiscence cascade in parts that portray the whole image Appearing in glossy bent forms, But my experiences are only components of my
I was settled in bed that night Had just turned out the light When I started thinking how good life seemed Before I became a teen Then I worried about Moving out And paying taxes and buying a house
Chardae Prevo Septemeber 19, 2013 Innocent Heart
There is something growing inside me. I couldn’t tell you how it got in, or what it even is, but it grows grows grows. It’s not everyday that I feel it.
Tightly Closed, She waits for sunrise. Then she blooms. Her petals burst into various shades; Buds that endured the rain and the drought, But never wasted their time To grow.
Changing everythingI once crawled, but now I flyNothing can stop me
There’s a part of me that loves. There’s a part of me that hates. There’s a part of me that rages. There’s a part of me that balances it all out. Love and hate are balanced no more.
Breathe sound, breathe calm Take long breathes, give long hugs Dance in the rain, let it take the pain away Breathe soft, breathe proud Speak out loud Cry, sleep, dream and repeat
Love thy name Why not love it? It is special Love thy name Was is it not sent from above? It matches the beautiful person Love thy name Could you be with you without it?
Brace all of those that you meet. This life is not certain, it is not steady…But the power to control it is within yourself. Believe in the best in others, but be wary of the misfortune they may bring.
There was a little butterfly, and someone told it not to fly. So now that little butterfly, is too afraid to fly. Someone came along, and clipped its wings. With words,
A young girl steps down— vanity becomes so small inside of herself. A woman steps out of the shallow pool of pride and lets herself love. Despite injustice
When I look at you, I wonder how you knew Knew that my soul would need saving That my heart was eternally breaking You found me dying on the floor Because back then I was nothing more than a dirty little whore
A dream desired But you’re hanging by strings Like a puppet on a wire You used to love yourself You see the girl in the mirror but you don’t know her
The pain in life we must endure may become too much be we cannot lose sight of what we once held dear Wounds of the body can be healed wounds of the mind can be treated but wounds of the soul
Most people call it busy, A constant movement, A flutter in one direction Get this: You have no clue you're movin' Caught in the crossroads Two paths to choose But some can't afford
I remember I started out as a seed. Being born in Dayton Ohio on a spring day of March 29, 1994 at 6:09 in the morning. As I grow I begin to be mature and talked more. I remember I didn't
I'm down on my fucking knees I'm crying out oh help me please No! You stand on your own Theres no one around they have all left you Its your turn now its time to save you
I write to escape, to embody myself in a world free of space and time where my pen can't keep up with my mind as I overflow with rhyme expressing my love, expressing my life.
I write to release, I write to not feel. I write to express feelings that I know are real. I write when I'm confused, I write when I'm alone, I write when there's no one but myself at home.
He’s testing his immortality With pain killers and a false promise That for him, there won’t be a tomorrow. But he is Zeus, And he always lives to watch the sun rise,
Breathe in, Sigh, Bite your lip, Don’t cry. What goes up, Must come down, But this game we play keeps spinning around. I just want to fall, Down to my knees, Pleading to God,
The steps we make not only guides us throughout our journey, but the voyage towards our goals
You held me through the coldest of winters.We watched the colors of fall fade,And the world was washed away.Together we stayed warm and safe,Never afraid and never alone.But when spring came,
you say you feel alone i told you im here you confide in me yes, but who says i dnt need you? your my friend my love there are things you do for me that you dont understand
My selfish self wants to stand out and shine, Like the glowing eyes from the roadside in the night Making many folks alert of my existence. Yet, all my life I’ve been watching from behind those dazzling bright eyes,
We all face our own demons We all battle it through Why is mine still here? Oh No... Is this mine My premium punishment This is why i can’t move on Why my hurt
i write because others write one day i heard someone speak without making a sound the book opened on my lap spilled with words that were so loud at the end of every sentence and/or phrase, was a bold statement
In your whispers I hear you scream. On your cold hands I feel your heartbeat. When you blink I see the color of your eyes, The same jewels you stare at in the night skies.
Why I write The externalization of my internal fight My words take flight What I convey not always a delight The emotions are real, Flashing before your eyes Masquerading in my desguise
I used to be depressed And at times I even desired death My feelings were strong and extreme It was the consequence Of trials and times That clearly took a toll on me
I am done not being done I lost it all, the fat is gone I tried, I really tried Then, I had a moment with the mirror, it all came back As a girl I used to eat like a bike lacking breaks
who do you think you are be aware about what you are saying gay bi straight we are all the same we eat the same food we breath the same air love is love no matter who it's with
I record dreams.Not because I believe they are full of meaning,But because they were something I experienced,And I don't like to forget,That which I have experienced.
ITS IN MY SOUL TO EXPPRESS MY INNER THOUGHTS THAT SCREAMING VOICE THAT NO ONE CAN TOUCH TAKES OVER MY FINGERS THAT BRINGS NO FEAR IM UNTOUCHABLE WHEN I HAVE A PEN NEAR
Why I write is simply so when my words sprout wings and take off into my soul my mind and spirit filled with dismay writing is the ticket as I take on the soul train Why I write
The way he stares, makes me turn lush, for eyes he glares,at me turn mush. I see myself in his eyes, the want in his glare to have me there in sighs. And I said my share of words to spare,
I believe that in order for someone to truly develop and mature they must invest in themselves. In order to invest in themselves they must recognize what type of person he or she is
Escaping from it's place some time ago, no direction - searching for an unknown soul. In need of comfort, another person who's unclear. Looking and looking, and the time comes near.
Poetry is more than words put together in rhymes and stanzas. It’s more than a couplet Or even iambic pentameter. To me it iss utter expression. A way to scream and shout
You use them to communicate, you use them to express your hate, you use them to depict your fate, you use them to inovate. but i use them to fight, i use them to make things right,
Pain in my poor heart In pain like never before I just need a hand
(poems go here)you are like a flower but it won't stay forever so never be proud.
I’m at a state of confusion, so many emotions bubbling to the surface. I hate you, I love you, I look up to you, I look down at you.
Words written in led or words written in ink; whenever I find a chance, I really begin to think. Words written in red or words written in pink; When I find the chance to write, it feels like it was meant to be.
limit of limitations are limitless when i script dreams onto a blank page filled with ideas just awaiting to happen. The thought that no one or nothing could say that im wrong.
I Invent the non-existent Realize the reality of the unreal Imagine the unimaginable Read an unwritten story I create Accept the possibility of the impossible Expect the unexpected
I hate those days... When all smiles are forced. Laughing is lying. I hate those days, When getting out of bed, Seems like a step into hell. I hate those days, When your mind cannot find peaceful oblivion; there is nothing to help.
And when work is done,This poem has left me...My soul refreshed,AnewI feel cleansed.
On her birthday a small girl gets A tiny blank book with flowered cover And starts to write lyrics to her regrets. A medium girl rediscovers A composition book with slight blue lines
So tired and alone he cries but no one knows The world turned dark, his hands start shaking and he says goodbye Storm clouds fill his eyes and he lashes out All he wanted was a little love
Knees bent as you take your mark. You know that feeling when you forget and wash away and race across that finish line and the ribbon breaks. Then suddenly you come back to life.
The world around us is full of turmoil and dangers Little girls are being abducted and raped by strangers People don’t really know how to express these feelings deep down inside them
I've fallen from heaven, down upon the Earthback to the cold world, to the place of my birth I'm sitting here at night, alone out on the streetwith little clothing on my back and no shoes on my feet.
Free Yesterday I saw a girl Who used To tease me Back when I was much younger. I wanted To ignore her So much Because of
At thirteen, I was expressive in my depressive thoughts. Pen and paper allow my words to take permance where in my mind they remainded tangled knots At thirteen, I discoverved
I write because I have a story to tell. A story of hurt, pain, and depression. I write to relieve pain. To try to foget the past. I write to spill the secrets of the past. I write to tell others that it will be okay.
Today I am a leader, An independent, A scholar. Yesterday I was shy. Timid, And a follower. Today I speak in front of large crowds, Rooms of people,
Normal is a horribly ugly word It imprisons the people it labels takes beauty and cages the bird Diaries make for lonely companions yet here I write my darkest words As the shadows on the wall mimic phantoms
Poetry is fluid Poetry is right Poetry is life Poetry is fight Poetry is fun Poetry is truth Poetry is ... Expressing you
When she passed, I felt nothing Like a blank sheet of paper I begged for someone to write my story My life was blank, lifeless like a ripped page from a notebook With frayed edges, coming undone at the spine
The thorns, they cut and bleed life, she knew that though.
Pride; It’s often seen as someone who loves attention. People see it as someone who evokes nonsense. Power; The first thought that comes to mind is control; Those with power are accused of always controlling.
Are you proud of me? I wanted so badly, to be, what you wanted me to be. I've tried, I've struggled, I've fought, And I've stumbled. Am I proud of where I am today? I'm here,
Oh happiness, take me upon your wings fly me above and away take me farther than my dreams on the dawn of breaking day
Poetry helped destroy the Berlin Wall. Poetry encouraged Allied nations to liberate all decent prisoners off the Holocaust’s downfall.
Love is tossed around like a dirty rag Without full thought as to what it really means Walk into a church and it's said without a thought
It has been the start of my life and the birth of my heart. It has sparked my interest and left its mark. Poetry has been a part of my life, for many years it would seem. It has helped me out
I write to live Writing keeps to alive writing makes me want to stay knowing some day i could save a life just by sharing mine. writing gives me a voice. writing gives me a choice.
I walk I walk down the hall to classI hear laughter, chuckles, and gigglesI start to hear voices Voices telling me;
Thoughts of life, Thoughts of death. Earlier days of a shallow nature, With hope that with life comes depth. Breathe in, breathe out. It doesn't matter. You matter.
Sitting in an empty roomContemplating on what to do.Eyes filled of tearsA smile to hide her fears.Not even her closest friend knowsOf the secret she withholds.Blood running down the drain
The reason you exist, is because you were the first sperm to reach the egg. The reason you were born, is because you fought your way out of your mother’s womb.
What is WHO? And... WHO is I? Am I yesterday crashing through the night Into TOday? Like an Alice in a world Unknown Does the looking glass look back? What
You would think that love would be easy to find I mean Isn't it stronger than anything? I wish i could find someone i could love with the heart that ive already given away Not only that...
Why do we write? Why does poetry exist? "Poetry is useless" Well this world is fruitless These words I speak, type, write my only sense of light Our only way to fight
Morning light blazing into mine eyesA ray of hope to my sleepless nightsMy soul cascaded across the skiesNaked before His light all too brightYou and I had broke all tiesBut just to let you know, I am alright
I say I love truth,But all I am is lies.It has been this way from my youth,to hide what I am inside.Sometimes you look into my eyes,But all courage in me has died.From dawn until late dusk,
In this world I only have me No one cares if I fall off the face of the earth They wouldnt come looking for me Just one less person in this world Im out in the shadows and once in a while people notice me
Life really is what you make it. You can either be sad about a sad situation, or you can think about the positive.
A wonderer -- A wanderer -- Imagine it! To be. Where you adjust your frame of mind to fit your every piece. And every patch you thought was waste? And shard that pricked and screeched?
Poetry, How I express my feelings, My love, My Pain, My thoughts, It gets me through the tough times, And guides me to the happy ones, It is my stress relief, My shoulder to cry on, My Love, My Addiction, Such a simple word, Is "Poetry", But its p
Moonshine floods the curtain lace and bathes the room in colors of soft serenity.
If I cannot speak, the writing will do it so As I write my chapters of life, words can let you know One moment I feel like dropping the pen But I hold onto it and keep going again.
Why not write what makes you feel I write to understand the things that make us real It keeps me on my heels, my brain on wheels To keep from the burn out being the end of my lifes movie reel
Sometimes in life things change We watch what we used to have start to fade Drift back into outer space, like Pluto from its planet name People we used to know go as strangers as we walk by
POETRY... A VERBAL WINDOW TO THE SOUL WHEN THE EYES ARE CLOSED POETRY TO ME HAS MORE VALUE THAN ANY RARE STONE OR GOLD I SPILL THESE WORDS FROM MY MIND AND YOU'LL SEE MY STORY UNFOLD
When You Have a Big House or When You Have Only Greens In your wallet You Don’t See the Real’s and Fakes Of Both Life and Wealth
The pale bud dances in the dark Swaying to the beat of the wind
Why do I write? An almost unanswerable question, to me… Like asking, why can’t the blind see? Why do people cry peace to fight?
A tree. A rock. A laugh. A smile. So ordinary, and yet so charged With meaning, breathing life and depth and pain. I look. I gaze.
If you know the rules know em' If you have a plan stick to the plan. Times is hard than you think. My people stay hungry just to eat. Run to the top just to get there and there is a lot to see.
As the world changes. I feel the devil is dominating. We are locked in cages. Afraid to walk out and be noticed by a stranger. People getting bombed and this news is not the latest.
If I throw it, you would catch it. If I had a problem, you would solve it. Asked for comfort, you would give it. My friend, you are dear to me. The world---much worse than the economy--- is violent.
I watched my motherfrom under water. Therewas a perfume risingoff the morning sea.She sang slow andbreathed it all in. She watched my heartslowly softening.
I'm sitting here thinking about what to writeit's been years since I tried to learn how to ryhmetyping isn't easyand this is just worsetrying to explain to people that making poetry makes me burst
At the sound of the tone please release emotions.........(beep) IM A CRYBABY *Ring Ring* "Wassup bae" "nothing".......................(30 minutes of silence) IM A BRAT
AMBITION OVERWHELMS ME THE MOTIVATION TO DO BETTER EMPOWERS ME MUSIC IS THE PASSION DEEP DOWN WITHIN MYSELF THAT HAS NO PROBLEM EMERGING TO BLESS OTHERS MUSIC THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE THAT INSPIRES ALL
To love is to feel pain. To love means giving your whole heart to someone else. It's a tricky thing, unexplainable and sometimes unreasonable. It makes you vulnerable and leaves you wanting more of it.
Ahhh ! I cant sleep. my eyes pry open, my mouth screams leave me be, ive been done wrong, done wrong and it's hard to be me. every thought is ruined by one person, that one person that told me i could never be successful in life.
I don’t know where I’m going, but how I get there’s up to me I give myself extra time for things I need to complete I still search for my four-leaf clover in a field of threes
No title for the missery I been facing. Consistent in my tears only God know what Im thinking. So im praying like listen can you hear me. I cherish what I love most dearly like my girl and who I envy.
> Forever mine, > Forever yours: > words littered on > innocent shores. > > Those promises > collapsed by waves, > when washed away, > they've carved our graves.
(poems go here)Blinded by the light, wondering what brings the speeding thoughts rushing through my mind. Sorting through the piles of emotions, memories, and present feelings to find an understanding of who I am.
Long gone are the days when my delicate hand fit into your protecting one, and you were my super hero Long gone are the days when a magical kiss from you on my boo-boo made the pain go away
A family member gone. Not even able to understand why you were so cold. Trapped in my sorrow, these words were the only way to go. You left me without warning, how could you go?
Poetry came in my darkest days In a rehab far far away My thoughts were a constant battle til we met Poetry at first gave me my sanity Now I write to help To get my story out To reach out to others
Maybe we are all here placed on this earth to fear and love and grow, to experience pain but also love, joy, happiness to grow close to one another to build relationships to never hate
Full circle Press forward, harder, stronger…show ’em what you’re made of. Prick your finger – blood. You are human, Alive. Harness the light, Grasp it, hold it…be one with it.
Little boy who claims to know love Manipulates visions of rose petals and doves Your words fill my mind with images to relate False happiness comes with the lies you create Oh you confused little boy
Stuck in an abyss, knowing I can’t resistFacing things without big risksEven if I’m bleeding from my wristsI’ll still look for happiness, even if it didn’t exist
in a for(eign); language written. "is the code" computer nerds are poets
Poetry My escape from the rest of the world, the action that leads my imagination far and beyond, my escape from the world, writing poetry, when under stress, pressure, and just bad moments in life,
Poetry is an outlet. An escape from reality. Poetry is community. A form of sharing emotional connection with others. Poetry is life. A seperate world inside you're mind.
Birthed by the Earth, God planted me here. I've grown not much throughout these long years. Roots settled in, My stalk began to rise. As a fragile bud, though, I turned from sunrise.
Since the beginning I can remember; That red light on my little finger. That same light; I visualize. The sad look in my mother’s eyes, And the droning levels of my cries. It’s commencing.
Hark to the faster beating of my heartAs my eyes see that time hath grown much less.Wherefore dost we leave so near from the start?The thought hath haunted me, I must confess.
She was the lightning that danced across his night skies. He was her rock when her waves broke on the shores. She was the rock he broke himself against. She was the mystery he couldn't quite solve.
Ask me who I am, and I will not hear you, for I am deep within this crowd calling out my own name. I will not know the sound of my own voice until it whispers back. Until then, I will spend my hours
(poems go here) Poetry is a song just without the music Its really up to you on how you chose to use it It reminds me of life it goes on and on Not ever stopping until the author gets done
You left me You were once Mine Once Your hold, your lips, all mine Once I remember the sleepless nights we spent together creating passion, solving problems
I wish I could draw or paint. Or maybe take lovely photographs. I wish I could speak eloquently Or perhaps add large numbers in my head And solve elaborate equations. But I can’t.
If today I were a poet I would make a difference. Ability in my mental agility would impress. Much admiration and appreciation would appear, but I digress. Although I am not part of the generation that was lost,
Life is like a burnt waffle rough around the edges, but still delightfully delicious.
To me poetry is the echoes of a dark cave. You stand in the dark and tell it all your secrets Some words double back others come back distorted and unrecognizable A few come back as music never to be forgotten
My story may not be long but it's a good read. Carelessly flipping through the pages? You might miss something. The young girl who was filled with joy who's trust in people went void.
Tumble out of bed Cowlicks curl out of place Bare feet pad delicately on the cold wooden floor Shivers rack your body Rush out the door Hair wiping every which way Don't miss the bus!
o Return Am I in too deep? Past the point the point of No Return? Or am I too stupid and blind, A lesson I refuse to learn? Am I giving enough? Is it all it should be?
(poems go here) In Too Deep I'm drowning...no air I can't breathe...I can't think All around me is water--a torrential storm I should be afraid, I should be scared But I am not....
I can’t help but think way back, when things were laid back And people weren’t looking for payback I can honestly say that I miss that Back when you can wear what you want, with out having to worry
Spectators As the saying goes, in the city of the blind The one eyed man is king Well in the town of the mute, glorious is he who sings And when the majority is deaf, he who listens is left,
I’ve tasted the mother-load of honey, and now I see – that the vision you have of me, Is far different than the one I envisioned of me.
As a young child I held in a lot of anger, Negativity, rage, unlocked power. Such an opinionated mind never exposed, Due to my shy need to keep my mouth closed. “The words never come out right!”
Ever wondered how things could be in a different life? As a different person Wishing and dreaming to be someone you know you could live with for certain Yeah we all do it, and if you don't that's a fib
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It is in that moment you know what you want The moment you: Flip a coin and hope it lands where you desire Make a wish and blow out the candles on your cake Those moments you don't realize what you want
(poems go here)Let this be a token, I leave the mic smoking One with the track yeah the word is spoken The city leaves you broken eyes get swollen You just want to cry till your whole body soaking
Ears of paper. Writing is my voice. Every time I put ink to the paper, its by choice. Every mark is a tear. Every erase is a fear. Every word is what the paper hear. Rather its sad, bad, or someone you wish you had.
I write for power. Power for she who will find the power in her heart. I write for beauty. Beauty for she who is beginning to see beauty in her mirror. I write for hope.
Enough's enough. More like enough never came. A home filled with hate and friends fueled with envy. What's it even mean to contain jealousy?
Fear sells. Fear motivates. Fear travels.
What do you think when your not with him? Or does he even cross your mind? What does it feel like when you hear him call someone else your name? Or does it even effect you?
It all started when he said loved me. When he would hold my hand tightly as if I would slip away if he didn't.
As a young girl I had always felt That something was seriously missing From this place I lived called "The Bible Belt." The people spoke, hissing; And some insult was always dealt
Come here, take my hand. Fear me not, I understand. It is your fear speaking, and I've come for you. I've come to let you think, I've been what's stopping you. See the truth is, I'm not. You just don't listen.
Birch, Your bark once white Is now black From all the things we can’t take back. You’ve shivered in the wind But now you burn because we’ve sinned Your shade may be no longer,
Ever since I was a little girl, I was afraid My circumstances had me in a whirl, but life still called my name Then I got a little older....maybe a little too old for my age And I gave up, because their lies were all the same
It's really odd how one can go from looking healthy to the frail ball that lay asleep now. So called treatment causing blonde hair to fall out in clumps, features to look sunk.
your pain, your thoughts, your dreams can never be replicated. your joy enlightens others even though you have grown and matured. life goes so quickly, don't wish it away.
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid. You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious," That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
Searching for real and for truth My heart is genuine In people it looks for hints and clues to who they really are When open hearts meet the connection's surreal
I am a teenager. My soul is like the surface of the sun. It's always changing and rearranging, and each day my heart runs to the beat of a new drum. Just like every teenager, I am enlightened and exposed to new things.
Splintered amongst our feet, the birchwood door we have come to love. Gave comfort in time of refreshment. Praised security with needless fear. --A deep sigh in the stress--
The empty chair behind us is a reminder. We often see the apparitions, an outline, not etched in painting, transcribed in script.
Mommy, why are my hands so small? Why does everyone say I look like you when I don’t see it at all? Why do you say I have ocean blue eyes and run your hands through my hair when it’s nothing but dry?
I can’t help but feel this sense of regret In every blink, in every breath. I forced myself ahead a step; Forgot what it was that I should have kept. Curiosity breached as temptation crept
I am from Love A passionate, enchanting, Spontaneity filled Love. A Till death do them part love... I am from a single Mother Death did them part, and brought us close
Summer Storms, then sunshine Breaks down the clouds quickly Heavy wet air splits the sunlight Apart
Eyes removed from their original place, where shall they be placed or, which road shall they take? Taking over where the last left off, offering a healing dose to the slight cough.
Sometimes, I don’t know why I cry Why all of the sudden, I go from a pristine marble statue to sludge And for the time being, I’ll envelop myself in the darkness
There is a voice that echoes without measure It bounces off the faces of those who came before it It dances in the acres of nostalgia This voice carries a fire That burns Burns With the thrills of a thousand souls It possesses the pain and agony o
Eyes forward. Chin up. Chest out. Head high. Stiff upper lip, now; that's it. You've got it. Don't slouch. Fall in line. Step lively. Look pretty. Lather. Smile. Repeat.
I'm sorry for being silent; for wishing you were gone, for wishing I was gone too. I'm sorry for standing idle; for not screaming your crime, for not loving my survival.
I need someone to carry me through the storm, through the pain and into the light; into a place where I can breathe and see without the everlasting shadow and haze of my mistakes...
As you get older You will start the transformation into adulthood, Remember to mind your manners Remember to go to sleep at bedtime Remember to forget about the monsters in your head Stop checking under your bed
Tossed in the air, how's it gonna fall? sometimes two options are easier than all, but you never really understand, the power is out of your hands I can still hear the sound of the echo
(poems go here) A beginful past to a new way
November 26, 1997 A daughter is born To a family of four Immediately thrust into a competition with the first born Who she soon learned to abhor.
You said you’d let me be anything I wanted to be… But I never could believe you When you couldn’t let me be me. “Don’t let them play soccer or football until they’re in college!”
The world is changing And so am I Gaining new experiences And learning to get by I'm growing and thriving And battling fear Of being alone In pursuit of a career So much is new
I watch each day as the flower grows I wonder, does it know? That it grows in a world where bad things happen, wars are fought, people starve But still I watch as the flower grows
Tick tock goes the clock Seconds in our life gone To no end We are dying, I am dying I do not fear it however I embrace the blackness Let it consume me Wallow in self pity, for it is me