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our beautifulisla de Borikénwhere you tookyour first breathwhose soil supportedyour first footstepswhose winds carriedyour first songs of joyand sadness, struggleand triumph
I know your going through a rough time, But I am your friend, I will stand by your side, I will be here if you need to talk, I will be here, my door is never locked, I never want you to feel alone,
The selfish act of idolization Relates to the evanescent, bright moon. Autonomous sense of adoration The beholder of beauty will have soon.
Running down the stairs With my pink embroidered dance bag The rising temperature  Causing my skin to moisten  Like a melted Hershey bar 
Why do we write, scribbling ink onto paper? Why do we do it now instead of later? Why indeed do we do so many things in life,  Instead of facing head on its many strifes?  
"With God all Things are Possible" Here lays the anchoring words of my life and destiny. As riches to the poor As food to the hungry As strength to the weak  As courage to the brave  
As I walked along the street I saw the shadow of a soul Its heart was beaten, all I saw was dullness It was screaming for help, but no one could hear  
Born amidst passions Of timeless opposites' attraction Flaring and flashing A heatwave arises between us Some call it magic We are getting hotter Stronger More complete with time Through love
In the light of the lamp creatures come and go, Passing from pen to page in its eerie glow. Far off places full of castles and kings, Places where the world is happy and sings. Sings it does of the wonders of old, 
Things that inspire  come not from outside respect but from ones own will
Stars in the sky Far, far away Light up my nights Inspire my days. Daydreamer's glow From thoughts in my head Visions at midnight While I lie in bed. Stars in the sky,
Shine, illuminate, blind Sitting, watching, wishing You search your whole life to find Hope to see another sight One as beautiful as this There you are, sitting watching wishing
What inspires me:   What inspires me Is the belief that I know, always I am the best me. I am the best me I can be.  
I am just one person. I can only do "so much" or so I thought.  Us I am just an activist- Martin Luther King Jr. I am just a girl- Anne Frank
The world around us wants to be seen by us. We have two eyes  to see. Some cannot see. Some will not see. I choose to  see them. 
A symbol of humor and comforting words, Of an enormous Lego collection and a well-kept goatee; Glasses and work boots smelling of earth; Making truffles on Christmas;
I'll never know, not until I reach Heaven. I will take these words from God and keep them in a pocket next to my heart, calling them my saving grace: Do not be afraid.
Drenched and dripping from the downpour Seeking shelter from the storm Women whine about ruined hair Men sigh over soaken suits Fustrated faces and failed plans A dreary day drags on
Tiny paws, reaching up so high Grasping my fingers with tiny claws Little mewls, screwed-shut eyes The mother's patience made me pause Watching her, kind as can be Nursing her little ones, softly purring
The cheers, the applause, the cries  And I ask them to indulge in this moment  For it will fade  Like a distant memory   
My hear shattered  the day I walked  out of your house.  The sixteen months  I spent with you  was gone forever. 
My red hands, bitten by the wind Grip on to my blue Mongoose blue It's a little too big for me, but I love it anyway The royal blue shines against the sidewalk   I begin my descent
Dr. Mae Carol Jemison  is who I look up to An African American Astronaut  there’s only been a few October 17 was the day of her birth 
Freedom of speech is being able to speak against the insecurities of the United States- home of the free. 
It's about HIM, the lover of art who melted the heart. With him I dived and thrived, even knowledge and life became bright. I strived for a bite of an apple he drew once under the moonlight, 
His hair aflow, a wave on golden stream.  He says things that are unbelievable.  He sits without any words, silent dream.  In the quiet we hear all his troubles 
  Past. Present. Future. Nations. Worlds.   Write.  Draw.  Paint.  Sing.
To be or not to be  I often struggle with curiosity It’s the downfall to what I’m supposed to be I look for confirmation, someone to guide me
the woman on Jackson and Clark that sings hymns to the pigeons that coo with every psalm. my neighbor three doors down who comes home looking tired and defeated
This is not just a poem to me.  It's a future letter to my future me. I wish for them to know..how much so the things they do right now Really truly matter. 
I've always believed, that we meet everyone for a reason. Some people are there to build you up, encouraging words mortar for the soul. Others are there that will pull you down, vicious taunts
At night when I'm on my bed thinking I feel inspired for reasons I sometimes don't understand   But when I really think about it I get inspired at the thought of happiness  The simple act of reading a book
Lying down in the stone-cold ground   Ocean waves crashing violently with memories of them still around  Vibrant colors fill the night sky  Every night ends with me taking a sigh    
The great grand stage is not a threat, just look at my eyes–they’re laughing! And my eyebrows are dancing, and my feet are both poised at a symmetrical degree–
Like a burst of color behind my eyelids You're bright and bold, A contrast to the monochrome that swallows me whole. It makes me glad I met you, When every moment we spend is brand new.
it comes in the spaces in conversation the words left unsaid the achingly precious moments within my fingertips at the same moment they slip away
As I glance out on the world, I see how much it has to hold. I know the day has come, or so I have been told. But did I look back with regret and sorrow? Pushing things back to tomorrow. Or did I seize the day?
Sometimes I wonder if I'd still be me if I never went to school. School, you formed me into such a particular shape I wonder if this was your plans along.
I breathe in the cool air around me Swaying branches, cooling air Melancholy feels An innate feeling from within It’s quite difficult to describe Sometimes it strikes when I just begin to sleep
I breathe in the cool air around me Swaying branches, cooling air Melancholy feels An innate feeling from within It’s quite difficult to describe Sometimes it strikes when I just begin to sleep
Eyes of shining gold moves bold at the begingin of it all before the fall Inspiration struck Get me out of this muck A child's mind  Inspiration struck Endless thoughts to bring
There’s this blog  Called Humans of New York Created by a photographer  Who walks through New York City Stopping people on the street,
I hear a thumping sound beating out of my chest  Unsure if it’s the music in the distance or an adrenaline rush  Feels like an eternity waiting for my wristband to get scanned
Inspiration comes in many forms, Some simply from denying norms, Inspiration comes from many things, A picture, a book, a song to sing, The thing about inspiration is it doesn't always come,
Hephaetus, the god of fire and craft Enemies sought to have him ousted from Olympus Prodigy of a god who had magnificent wishes Hell, even ambitious A god of the future Even proving many wrong,
  Lost to an act so long ago, a kid already but I didn’t know what it was you that you did and yet although I was so naïve I could tell how wrong it was to not go
A voice broken and in despair Now risen from the depths   The depths of a landfill A landfil of shattered ideas   He is a voice rebuilt He has become Recreated and empowered
Where are you? How can I find you? Why aren't you there when I call you? You said you're there but why am I lonely? GOD- *knocks*   I can't sleep at night My heart is broken
If there was a river Where I could drown my sorrows fine If there was mountain Whose shield would never shine A mountaintop of treasures As she protects it all   Standing tall As Valor
Film class A documentary, my teacher says The bear man appears on the screen He lives with them The Bears “Dangerous creatures” he says into the camera He loves them
Gitara, Thank you for your qualities. You’re kind and you see me for me.
Her name was Blue. Not for originality, her parents were too clever for that. It’s rather for the reflection of her eyes, displaying our earth, our universe, our entangled minds.
Blonde hair, beachside, best smile, bright mind Strong will, steady life Something I couldn’t see when you were by my side Please just a little more time to catch your wise
Girl Scouts is the original feminist movement. Teaching girls how to Cook Potions and concotions to prove to men That we aren’t less then
As summer dawns, our love is delicate like the sunflowers swaying gently in the breeze As winter arrives, our love is wholesome – it’s the fire crackling to keep us warm  
Every moment in time we spent togetherThe things that we shared and learnedHas touched our lives, our souls forever.A permanent growth that we've earned.
Here I am all grown up Influenced by your love, your compassion, your intelligence You are my everything  Good or bad, you will be there My night and day, the thing I know will stay 
My grandmother  An old woman who has lived out her days being generous and kind My grandmother Giving her time and life to us  My grandmother
screaMing         soUnds     sleeping with Sirens              rIff
I don’t want to be like you. I know that hurts for you to hear after all you have done for me But it whispers across the distance between us whenever I go away Or when I speak of my goals and my future desires.
First time that I ever read deeply  She took my mind to heights and depths  I had not been able to comprehend  taught me to speak out and develop strong words and sentences  not just to read into texts 
I'm a whisper of the wind The poetry in motion The fluid from a pen That's lights up when I'm flowing   A bubble blowing Ballston Spa poet A walking paradox Talking to myself a lot
Poetry says more than a thousand words It’s capture your heart and soul Connecting people through words It tells the story of love, loss The relationships between family and friends
Sugary and sweet Heart of determination Key to prevailing As reliable as the Earth But Its magical like rapunsel Sure I and bedazzlers As sarcastic as Frilly hot fries
This time of year is tough. Thinking of the loss that meant so much.Not a day goes by when she's not there.whether it's a memory, a prayer or a sad shed tear.
A size dosen't make you. Your skin dosen't determine how you'll act. Just because you're not smiling dosen't always mean your not happy. What makes you is how you go about thimgs.
Scarlet red  and dandelion yellow,  the two colors of my right brain.  In my temple of youth, swirling and inspiring,  are the remnants of pain.  
Dear Future Me,   You have accomplished what you’ve said you always wanted to do and become. You were patient, you learned from others,
Dear My Eating Disorder,
Dear Me,
I am the fly that's buzzing around your head. I am the child that grew up and was always mislead. I am the zombie that wants to come back from the dead. I am the eyeballs that never shed a single tear.
Dear Graduates,   We are born of the world. So introspective. So divine. Yet we tend to lose ourselves in the struggles and daily routines,
You're a dope ass individual, and you're Incredibly fuckng beautiful. Like... Everytime I see your face one any Social media platform, I'm jus like damn. How could God make 
All these materials glitter through my name, This is why I never intended to seek any fame,  A labradorite of meaning always held my glory,  And I never used my connotation to create a story, 
Everyone has the feeling of loneliness, at least once in their life, Which isn't a bad thing, because in life if you're caught up with all, Can you find yourself? The forsaken path to sunlight,
To all the girls. With thick thighs and dreams soaring high, I love you.    To the girls. That are too raw, too pure, To be tarnished by societys choices, I love you    
  There she sat, the summer storm Of light and love, of life ‘twas born The leaves, they grew, the vines entwined, The Sun, it smiled, so sweet and kind  
Ever since I wore a size 3 in shoes i've always wanted to fly  Like the sprakling BlueJay  Maybe like the sneaky Red Robin I could learn to stand out more, like a hawk 
Open your hands. Let the self control you hold so close leave with the stretching of your fingers. And as your palms lift and quiver in repose look closely at your empty hands as the universe barely lingers.
I remember those times the things I did for the first time, It was my Junior year when I first met Yvette,
So it started out small. At first i felt clueless on what to do, or how to do it.  Then it came in like an epidemic. A whole new world was strating to open up for me.
The two of you stand there awaiting the results. Palms sweating  And legs trembling As you hear a name that doesn't resemble your own. You smile and clap while you are slightly disappointed.
On the cusp of my big break with Patience and Faith going to strive for excellence and just can't wait knew long ago that the worlds very big  that no one could conquer  nor make it alone
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