My Year in Poetry
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Dear past me, it's future me, or dear future me, it's past me. I uphold that despite the untold striving, pushups, workouts, No. Intelligence is strength. You gain more by being open than by closed.
Tragedy in the modern world, I️ can’t help feeling that I’m gonna hurl,
In the beginning of Twenty-sixteen it was so hard to find my own Way then before the coming of all too soon eighteen
In January I had submitted. A version of myself to people who had never met me. I tried to be the person they wanted me to be, and in the end, I became the person they never wanted.
January was cold. Weather has never bothered me, Nor have I worried about freezing, But I could tell, there was ice somewhere, Capable of freezing me to the bone in seconds.
In a year A veil is lifted A wound is deepened, dragging We stitch pigs in science and
I’m finding it rather hard to live with Who I Am. Especially when Who I Am can be so despicable. Sometimes, she mentions things I don’t plan on thinking about.
All I want is to speak, but I am afraid what you’ll think of my voice Instead, I reside to the shadows where I may speak without regret
Burning. Burning right down to the lungs, right through every muscle, every fiber, every cell.
Give me a year I'll exploit it. I will gladly take advantage. I will stretch and squeeze it and slow down and freeze it as much as I can manage. A year is a precious gift
You would think people in college have a passion, Spending time and money, you feel destined I pursued and graduated with a BA in fashion, But alas, my motivation has all but lessen.
Two sparrows collide in mid-air flight, their wings battered and torn. I was one watcher then, and now I saw something I could have sworn.
When you're laughing till you're choking You can easily swear That you will wake up Everyday for the rest of your days But when you're crying as if you were drowning And the walls are closing in
A broken head and broken soul Struggling to make sense. The past two months took a tole I feel my body on defense. As I look to the ones close, They don't know how to help. My mom thinks she knows
The person who stands today isn’t the same person who stood a year ago, A month ago, Or even just yesterday. I am constantly being reshaped, reimagined.
As a child, I thought I knew the world. Now, I know I don’t. I have learned to fear the unknown, And as such, I fear for me. The future of who I will be, Who I will have become
When people live for decades It’s hard to understand How much one is impacted By one short year The past year’s been crazy
In my eyes, the world has grown Satisfied with being owned “Who cares?” is the phrase of choice We have a say, but not a voice Our minds are but the mirrors of
My year My year? A roller coaster taking a nose dive off a pier. I've lost some, Far and near. Some close and dear. But I persevere I ask myself, why am I here?
Promised Land it was midnight on a windswept friday, early july, when i realized that my entire nation was a hand-me-down, a last-minute
Mamá always lied to herself I used to think she lived covered in a silk of illusion, distancing herself from her thoughts– measuring happiness with grains of rice.
Twenty. It’s not a hard burden to bear. But bent steel is never the same. Be it from six years ago or six days ago, bent steel is never the same. The fear from the robber’s machete…
You were always there To imagine life without you was impossible Because it was all I ever knew So now that things are different I have learned how to appreciate
She'll never get anywhere the way she acts, they all say.What's her problemShe thinks she's to good, they all whisper.It's all about her
The difference that love can make Could shift tectonic platesThe difference between Hot and cold Fear and relieve
Change is inevitable It can haunt us Like a demon in the night You can try and take flight But somethings you must grow with From years of being a witness To the abuse, it was all a mess
5…4…3…2…1…The ball is down2015 is in the rearview mirrorWelcome 2016“New Year, New Me”The meaningless phraseThis time is differentThis time, it will be a new Me
One day the truth hit me, I was becoming an adult. Scared of everything, wasting time, failing, and that one day my struggle would yield no fruit. That was yesterday's me.
It had taken my friends away, and now- it wanted to take me too.
look down up not good enough your thighs too flabby stomach always overstuffed an apple for lunch see it's not so tough good don’t you feel better now? look down
You always found writing as a form of comfort, and that is something that we still share in common. Nothing is more cathartic than intertwining ink and paper into a beautiful ballad
This year has been incredibly difficult to me This year I have had tumultuous struggles that arrive in three's... I have conquered my fears and reached for the stars, This year has been an abundance of scars.
I don’t remember January. I came into this year terrified, A friend about to commit suicide. Tears, tears Are all January brought.
Starched straight dress with shiny new heels My reflection stares back at me Shiny dark tresses and sharply lined eyes Is this who I want to be? A year closer to adulthood
My life is traveling to the predictable destination of debt and disappointment. Trying to go to college with no money to pay for it, getting email after forsaken email about
It’s common sense to understand that no one can be the same person they were a year ago, I mean, it is possible, but highly unlikely. But myself, I am basic.
–oh, I’m so sorry It’s not like that, you see, because when you traditionally think of people dying, (especially the old, especially the sick)
I spend my days longing and striving for a perfection,I know I can never reach.I spend my nights planning for the day to come,Making goals I'll never meet.I feel I am accepting of others and their beliefs,Given they respect my own.I'm not very wel
And it all began with the realization, that I'm not a kid anymore. Ive spent much time in contemplation, looking to become something more. The year began itself unlike any other.
It began with the eagerness of hope, the longing, burning, raging need to reach the unattainable—that gift which I never thought I would call my own. There were scars still, written across my arms like a
You reach for the knife, slide it in deep enough to cut, and reveal the contents inside of a card. Those dreadful words, "Thank you for applying we are sorry...." You set the card aside along with the rest.
Twenty one, both young and dumb full of love counted by the stars above, endless hope lead to the wedding day but the cost of dope lead her astray. the change came quick from a boy to a man
Who was I a year ago? Am I the same person now? A year ago I was a mess, I wasn't happy, I was confused. I had good times and bad times. But I wasn't confident, brave, or open.
Am I the same? No, of course not. I've changed and battled Become much better. I've faced my share of struggles my demons and my fears. But I come out even stronger emerging from my tears.