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Her cracked fingernails Are now covered in a fresh varnish That shimmers Like a clouded jewel freshly polished. Her bloodied lips
Before we get started, just a quick note. This is about the American Revolution, told in poem form by a insane Loyalist woman in England.
Death came to them and said "Look at me children" And they refused to look So they were reaped with the harvest Death came to them and said "Look at me children" And they looked upon him
I see your guilt through tired eyes, Two bloodshot victims of countless nights Expressing dejection in bitter solitude. I smell your fear through a raw nose,
Hidden Friends, old and new join together, forming an odd kind of family. Drunken men make moves and women refuse until the morning.
A gifted talent no one's found Watching a TV with no sound Eating chips that crack too loud No verbal contact, I'm too profound To hide behind your lies and hold truth You're subtle but I have no proof
You can't hear me You can't see me You can't feel me You have given birth to me But you ignore me I am alive! Not your dearly departed And yet still to you I am a failure, forever imperfect
The expectations set out before me
Teeth came in, screaming came out As a child finding my voice came with fees Every chance I got to fight I would shout My mother made me get down on my knees
Press start to begin Fighter thrown into battle Decked out in armor It is just a game It’s a game you want to win Excited, you run
I fight an inner battle Time and time again. And though I don't give up fighting, I fear one day they'll win. For they have strong armies And are growing stronger yet, And I feel I'm growing weaker
Arid remarks Shrugged-off side glances Painted with painful disdains Torment and colorful disgust Intrinsically defined by nothing but Side comments and catcalls— Little girl.
We've been down this road before. Each time it hurts a little more. I really don't know WHAT you want from me. When we are doing good, WHY won't you let it be? I KNOW that you love me, don't say that you don't...
I'm not right in my mind I'm really out of my mind Thinking some crazy thoughts Some about suicide I don't know what to think Much Less what to say So I keep to myself
I have been told that to be loved, I must be: Clean. Unscarred. Perfect. I hear these words inside my head.
Should have known you were lying through your teeth when you said "best friends means forever." You know, I can say it'll never get better- and I can never remember why we even enjoyed each other's
You and I haven't said a word to each other in ages the last time I heard your voice was seven years ago. So how come I still remember the story you told me about the night your dad left,
IT GETS BETTER. It seems like such a cliche. Honestly, I know how it sounds, and how those words make you feel: annoyed, devalued, misunderstood. It seems like a lie, it feels impossible,
This is the Climax. The fight before the fall. The storm after the calm. Where the demons of regret, And anger, Rule all.
And so the shot went off, The ringing in my head When will this nightmare stop? My friends, all left for dead
To my before me, I miss you terribly The naivety you had the light that bestowed upon your eyes
I want to be part of something better, sail skies to unknown paradise while finding love in bones I call my own.
Dear My Future Ex, I'm tired of all the lying and the cheating, Our alliance suffers from treason, Whenever we talk, we're fire breathing, Only time we aren't fighting, is when we're eating,
Hello Lou, how are you? Are currently down, are you feeling blue? Are you counting the stars, searching for love, and aproval for the person that you are? Are you waiting for hope,
Fight it, Come on, Fight it, I'm better than this, Softly addictions whisper to me, Late at night when I'm all alone, But I'm tired of giving in, I'm tired of abusing myself,
Dear you, If you haven't heard it today I believe in you, even though we've never met. I believe in you because I know it is hard to believe in yourself,
I hate you, but It's because I love you Wake him up with a “hey sweetie”, “Hello darling” Breakfast in bed for him today followed by
How is it that I am still alive? How is it that today I am awake and maintaining hope that things will get better when I can feel myself spiraling out of control? There have been days...
A Civil War,No, not of ,GunsSwordsAnd Cannons.But of Words,SpitAnd tearsA harsh ink splatteredOnEveryPageOfwhat was calledA holy place.
What do we do? When all we see, is just fighting, in the land of the free? an elephant wants this, yet the donkey wants that, yet speak of compromise you'll be laughed at
from the steps of lewis and clark to the marches of those fighting war of 1812, mexican american 1846 civil war 1861 the boats of immigrants wanting better life
Who are you?
America the Brave America the tarnished Amerca the ignorant America the lost Lost. Fight for freedom? Fight for equality? Fight for Love?
America the land of free Freedom is what promised A melting pot of people Yet we are setting limits on who is welcome Based of religion We let are fear control Not so welcoming any more
W: We A: Are R: Retaliating We are tired of seeing our kind shed blood.
Life is beautiul and dangerous.Time is an eternal realm and so short,And yet we fly through it reckless.Taking for granted gifts of highest courts.
I once was able to breathe To see the world To go outside and smile Now I pray to stop To close my eyes And stay in my room and suffer The healing is slow But I try
And the war rages on… The men line the field, standing as straight as a tree They stretch, on forever, as far as the eye can see.
Overconfident and unstructured, Never having been pushed to my limit, Thinking about my potential future, And all that came with it. On the rocks within a course in which I had it all,
There's nobility in a lost cause, Lost at sea with no raft, no way out, But fighting the waves without a second pause. Wind gushes all about, wood's groaning like a pig snout.
Just keep my mind inside my head We’ll be us both inside my bed I’ve got to keep my life instead Of staying in my lonely head
That Girl I’m the girl with the sunny side smile The girl with the head thrown back laughing. I’m the girl with the fake identity The girl with the plastered on grin.
Lost in the feeling of freedom and joy, Not believing I could loose it all, But who would be so ignorant to risk and choose to fall, I'm silent while I watch them brawl, Over stupid things like hats or who's tall,
I took the pen where words failed me I had no sword to fight, The dragons that had besieged me From day to my very first night I wrote to silence screaming And bid demons stay away
The smell of blood invades my nose every morning around dawn and we were not woken up quietly. My eyes opened wide to the sounds of screams penetrating my eardrums.
In the abyss a crevice of black I curl my neck ready to attack With inked rapiers in my claws I slash and stab hoping for renewal Half awake my sore back sprouts
We never had a real homeBut one day master came along and took us inIt wasn't a kind homeWe were beatenYelled atAnd made to fightWe had to obey every single commandWithout flaw
When the raging battle seeks to steal my joy, My tears trickle down my face. That's when I like to employ, My unbeatable fighting Ace. I lay down the Truth, Let the lies flee.
Another smile, another tear, Another kiss, a lot more fear, Another hit, nothing is clear, Another memory that will last for years. Another heart that has been broken, Another wound that has been opened,
I am a tight rope walkerarms out, muscles tense, fighting gravitycrowds gather to watch my fall I am a ship in a bottle trapped behind a wall of glassyearning for a sea I was not made for
took control it took it's toll on you and everyone around with bloody fists you pound
if you could only pick one the blunted blade or the one shot gun fast paced pain or slowly dying if i picked either i'd be surely lying for this bitter poison that we've brewed
What's the point of a thought if all you do is yell? I can't even hear myself think I don't like the song the cupboards make Can you stop making life sound like hell?
You were once so beautiful, We were once so close But this is not who i once loved And is instead a tortured ghost Just a shell that's been cracked And on the verge of perish
The clash of two night blades sounds over the echoes of the abyss that surrounds them, through the cornea and to the stem, off of the lobes and down the dopamine streams ferverently running these two beings collide, rallying cries can be heard fro
She's afraid to come to school because she's treated so cruel Nothing ever seems right when she's there how can all of this be fair? She won't take her life because of them instead she'll fight for her life
What am I I am free I am strong and I am me I have let my burdens slip away through my written words They flew away on swift wings taken by the flock of birds
A seventeen years fight. With me, myself, and I. A seventeen years match. When will it end? A seventeen years battle. When will I gain the upper hand? A seventeen years combat.
The whole room shook as the music took over as the figure got up on the stage and let the music take her body under. She danced in a way, that intoxicated all as she flipped her head,
One early morning on the court There were five teens Who could not agree on a sport One wanted tennis So he brought his racket But the others were being such a menace
I began on a rainy, cold fall night. I was an ‘accident.’ The shaking hands and rage encompassed shock of my mother. The free money and sedentary existence of my father.
Mute me not
I walked a few steps;
The tight grip of insanity spreads through my mind, stealing everything that once kept me living.
The soft ring of a baby's laughter, a smile the lips were always after. A miracle one heart beats,
Life is a warzone An enemy at every side No one can deny That this is life But in this war I find excitement It’s wonderful Yet people think I’m crazy
Catharsis does not work. I scream and scream But do not feel any lighter.
She was dying. Withering away inside herself.
Messed up That is the first word that comes to mind When I think of myself My parents are divorced My father is never around unless it benefits him My mother cares for me as much as any loving mother could
Weeks on end this fog has not lifted It blurs my vision and my mind's nerves are racing crashing, connecting, circling tangling itself with this dense fog. Today, the skies are gloomy
There's a burning in my chest And I can't tell whether my heart is on fire, set alight by the rush of energy transferred when he placed his hand on mine for the last time
Look no further my friend
Do not try to invade my thoughts; my cross is too heavy to bear... Just listen when I need to express them, & I will make you fully aware! Ill let you into my life, and all to me that is real; I will open up my heart and tell you how I...
Why can't we get along? Brothers Sisters Mothers Fathers We're a family On a big planet We all matter Why not get along? Why can't we get along? Blacks
There ain’t nothing stronger than a broken back, Except crooked teeth in a cracked smile. The hardest fights are the ones simply lost, Violently fought, Which bring death for a while.
Cancer is scary, Cancer is frightening, but don't worry child, Because I know you won't stop fighting,
Don't look now, child The world has gone to war They don't care that you're just a child To them, you're one soldier more. - Those aren't gunshots you hear now Those aren't dying screams
Onto the South face, my mind is a yearning flake, nude and bare I am.
Continue on Your Journey This journey is indeed hard, There are days when the tears rush down my face And people ask me: Will you cry me a river ?
When God Speaks you better listen. I’m hardheaded as shit. In one ear out the other type. I don’t wanna hear nothing no one or anyone has to say because I think I know everything.
The battle rages The war goes on. Some fight to kill, Some have a code.
My funeral was empty, my gravestone was bare The flowers that were meant for my mourning, were never there
With every sip of you, I swallowed too much I sank in your sadness, I drowned in your love and with every bottle, I became overwhelmed
Growing up you took care of me no matter how bad i was you gave me food and a roof and a mothers love from hugs and kisses to beatings and punishment i laugh so much when i think of all of it
She looks at it. It looks at her. Like looking in a mirror. Nature vs. Nurture. She reclines her seat As she watches the breeze Whisk around the palms And give ache in her feet.
I get into the car and you begin to drive The only thing we share on our journey is Silence It smothers our words Chokes our voices Louder than anything that could be spoken
I beg the question: What are we fighting for? By this, I don’t aim to challenge the conventions of English grammar. Instead, I aim to challenge the conventions of human thinkers.
When I was a young child I was abused. I won't say which way, how or even why I think it happened to me, but it did. My mother would tell me how beautiful she was and how
A difference you are Making as a butterfly’s' phase in life.
Have you ever, Taken a step back for the gratitude of your own work. Taken a step back, For the appreciation of the piers. For a wider look on the world, A look that digs underneath false notifications.
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history Flesh that isn't our own Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people. They fight.
You slap me, hit me, and rape me like a hound. Do you think I am your toy? Am I your pet you can treat in any manner you wish? You put me to run around the fields in the snow, the heat, and the thunderstorms.
carry on through the rain when the storm doesn't cease to pound ravenously on your bare back in the middle of nowhere carry your head high when ropes from hell tie themselves to your chin
(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)
Small, shy and scared of the world You were teased, humiliated, embarrassed No one stood up for you, they just laughed along With a bruised tear stained face you go home, crying yourself to sleep.
one two three around a table cups of tea untouched, going cold tear-stained eyes stare off at nothing faces red and bodies shaking memories their parents making
I was a lover, when I was found,
As I lay here only thinking of you, I wonder
YOU CAN BECOME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BE BUT WHEN PEOPLE DOUBTING YOU AND STRESS TAKING A TOLL ON YOU IT'S HARD TO BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE. WHERE IM FROM GIRLS DON'T GRADUATE
When I come to the end of my journey And I travel my last weary mile Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned, And remember only the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Hey Mr. Principal, Hey Mr. Smith, I hope you sit comfortably – On your plush office plinth, With all your private accolades – That no one could care about, To the varsity trophies –
Things were a lot better when we were fighting the world and not each other. Things were a lot better when we worked together and not apart. Things were a lot better when you were my Superman instead of my Kryptonite.
This world Governments rule over the people People lose faith in the power They lose faith in themselves Someone rises up from the fallen And leads the people Fighting for peace and freedom
The dependency comes with a tendency for me to come back to you,
This is why we fight all of the time: You and I, we're the same Stubborn, foolish, a little selfish But most importantly, we both need to be right. All. Of. The. Time.
That moment when you want to cry, but you're somewhere you cant You want someone to help, but no one is there You don't know what to do All hope is gone
I think that you should know I am in that sort of mindset That if you say something that offends me I'm going to be real open with you And not let it eat me inside but shove it down your throat and
I slammed the door like a gunshot It echoed through the house And I hope it even woke up my dad except it was his birthday I'll only be satisfied if Mom comes up the stairs and
You're not really sick! You just want attention! You just want to be treated differently! That's what they cry Their words becoming sticks and stones That break my soul, mind, and bones
Darkness. I fancy myself as one who knows darkness. Not that darkness is something wonderful to know, In fact, it comes like a thief in the night and steals.
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert Sleep was a luxury she can't afford. Always moving and never staying long Trying to look to the future, but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
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When you look at me, tell me what you see. Do you see me, or are you simply focusing on vanity? Shakespeare once said that all the world’s a stage, If only he could see how he prophesized this world of today
Willingly time is not ending, Separated are the hallow gaps of evergreen trees, A thin line of mutual grace, at the face of an abandoned cliff. Stands the breath of a lone wolf, calling to the premature night sky,
In the end It's you and me working hard against the odds It's you and me together, forever against the odds hand in hand Together, forever you remember, right?
For powerFor lustFor selfForsakenForgotFor peaceFor loveFor othersForgivenFortuneForever
When you see light breaking through the trees; When you see hope among the distance leaves; When you see a smile that never fades; When you see stars in the darkest shades;
To me, poetry used to be nothing but words Delicate words strung together, Line after line, squished into stanzas. It wasn't until 8th grade That I learned otherwise. Poetry is powerful;
Sweat pours down bodies in streams, Blood is caked between the toes of feet, Of the men chosen for honor redeemed. Swords doused in red ink, Shields reflecting the suns gleam, Cry out your call,
The algae, the moss, and the mud. While they could never understand the chemical reactions going on inside our heads, They remain ever accepting of our presence.
I’m waiting for the day I will wake up Eyes open, glazed over, seeing blindly Touching, but not feeling, encased in fine glass Dreaming and waiting for something unknown Desolate and blank canvas of a mind
What do I stand for? I dont know anymore. I used to stand for family. but It fell before me. then I stood for hope. Yeah, that was a joke. Next came my parents happiness. That was my weakness.
We all know that feeling That feeling we use for excitement and adventure That feeling we have when we take first steps That feeling we have when looking into the future It's a scared four letter word
The types of diversity include race, religion, gender, age, ethic group, cultural, nationality, sexual orientation, social class, geographic region, and physical challenges.
Things are changing. It's become hard to maintain, the connections we once made to the people we sent are previous years with. We will always remember the way that we felt.
Dear The Ones Who Keep Hurting Me See, what I don’t need you to sit there like you already know me Don’t look me up and down like that right there, that look you just gave me The shit I go through
We question the gifts that we are given not realizing the lives that are taken because of our greed and the seeds that we plant in the minds of our seeds and the hearts of our souls. Who are we to question Gods plan?
Shells bursting is the only din. The dirt launched up from the moist ground. My vision is blinded by the light. I must withstand. Even despite The fact that I cannot be found.
being aggressive with fists do not dismiss the definition of which i hint is to throw hands now i do not demand that you get in a tussle with another man unless he is not a fan
THE DEFINITION OF A PUPPET IS NOT THE MEANING OF ME, YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN PULL MY STRINGS AND MAKE ME DANCE AS YOU PLEASE, I'M A HUMAN-BEING WITH FEELINGS AND YOU JUST CANT SEE, ITS ALL SAID AND DONE NOW THAT'S THAT, MAYBE YOU SHOULD FIND A PUPP
I woke up that day I saw something new It was that perfect yawn From a great sleep I never thought to have I was inducted It was exclusive I had something special That made me special
There has been times since I've been young I wanted to give up because I just couldn't go on Seen a lot of things I really shouldn't Wanted to run but I reall couldn't
Our World Full Of Pain, Causes Us All To Fight Hard, To Save What We Love.
I write because Actions can never completely suffice. We are to control ourselves But there is a war raging within me.
In the dead of the night, The wolf pranced through the trees His jaws were clamped While his body weaved The wolf was a brute With a thirst to fight. As the first opponent took his place
One day I found Poetry needed no rhymes So unlike, when the piano clunked, when my sobs sogged keys, when my fingers clumsily blundered, The keys I was taught to play Displeasing Mother’s ears
Bring out the blades, we're ready to go in the night, in the day, in the storm the enemy is all around, his darkness masked as light you'll see him only if you look, just like the Father, bright
I'm twisted twisted up inside drowning in this love for you the knot in my throat only worse with every fleeting moment
Subjugated to emotional heights, My frail pre-teen mind succumbed to the sweet, underlying comfort a typewriter provides. I could throw my heart at something, without it being ripped to shreds,
I fight and fight I look for help And I seek an answer I'm fighting I'm scratching I'm looking for a sign I'm trying to find a way out A way out of this big world they call my conscience
Spinning Spinning Spinning Each memory, each moment, each thought is connected by a strand of consciousness The image blurs together as time stands still. Sounds become mute and feelings become numb.
Like the dust I am unsettled, moving swiftly without destination, my origin is forgotten, my future is unknown, carried by the wind, i am forever alone.
At night I live a grimy life of slander and despair. At night I do my dirty deeds with grins and open arms. At night I keep inside my sheets and dream of worse to come.
The silence is screaming. It’s an invisible fog clouding my judgment and burning my eyes with its icy touch. It’s so dense that I can’t breath without it expanding in my throat; a fog so solid that it chokes my airway with its endless emptiness.
I'm alone no one to comfort me nor to help me But forsake me like it's their god given right
This loneliness is dementing me. I speak not of the demons veiled behind every corner. They wait until it's dark Until I have thought myself into a mad frenzy Then they show me the past. What I did
Blending together, they are. Like reflections on water. Memories, like a cookie jar. These thoughts they slaughter.
Grim looks upon their faces These people stray to the strangest places Leaving nothing but misery in their wake People dying of heart ache, peace to their sake
I'm no longer a kid. I've matured mom, yes I did. You keep me locked up, And I'm getting really fed up. It's nine o'clock and you're telling me togoto sleep.
The lack of concentration the pain, we fight the struggle of staying educated. The tears in my eyes drop from lack confidence but A lot of faith to keep going. Yet I fight the disabilty and the pain of people words.
They Say They say we're doing something don't they? In the news, on the radio They Say our country needs us right? right? I've been dried in a desert of tan
Silence so loud. Silence so cold. I've never felt so alone. You can't see it you can't hear it But its the thing we all fear. Hope is lost. Never found. for now.
Like lights in the sky, My future glows: Brighter and brighter, A lantern coming ever closer. The days go by Like flickering flames, Changing direction As the wind blows.
The undertow pulls. Hard to fight, Harder to see. Invisible. Strong. Once caught, Impossible to fight Everything crashing above us. No light to see above. The sun? A blur.
The Screaming The Fighting The Pain Where do I go? What do I do? Run? Fight? Pray? Run to clear my mind. Fight for what I believe in. Pray to God that everything will be okay.
(poems go here) im always wandering pondering about where i wanna go and where i want to be im so scared that my wandering will equal squandering my goals are always so clear yet far from me
Turn out those lights and darken this room. The temperature's down, it feels like a tomb. Breath coming ragid and heart beating fast. Waiting for this attack to finally pass. Shutting my eyes to block out my mind.
I keep fighting these battles With ending in sight Hoping that someday it'll all end I keep fighting these battles Thinking it'll change everything That things will get better
Born from body Raised by blood Weak die Strong live Young train No love No weakness tolerated Taught to fight Taught to kill Whips sting Steal to live and eat War cry calls
A story about my Uncle Sam who doesn't seem to get enough money, and it's hurting every single person out there.
A droplet drips down Ruby red and perfect Falling from the wound Of the fallen man Lifting his head He tries to stand But, alas, he can't He is a fallen man
A river runs red Blood soaks into the ground Aided by the rain Corpses litter the field Bodies with faces Life lights their eyes no more What's that young man's name? No one is sure
My Dear Love, I don't mean to be crude But I feel it my duty To tell my story to you If you could be so bold To not shed a tear I will be in your heart always Fighting with your fears
We live in power Human beings united. Advocates of anti-bullying The power behind great action. We are strong in out fights, Even when all looks bleak. Camaraderie our shield
Left Unsaid There have been some words, that have been left unsaid. All, of which, have been bothering me, So darling, let's put these problems to bed.