It's All Up to You
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Freedom is not something that can be seen. Freedom is not something that can be asked for, because it is not to be demanded. It can not be given to you.
The way I love you Makes Me such a masochist My sweet quiet love
They say it happens all the time. High school. They say everyone gets made fun of. High school.
You, the ones before us, burnt the world to ash And we were left to pick through the cinders. You say to yourselves in muffled voices,
Sometimes words fall from my mouth like a waterfall into river, rippling from letters into waves of sentences forming long lines of poetry that carry through banks and across deltas, a never ending string of love letters that will someday reach y
Poetry The tall, dark and handsome man I long for His broad shoulders are the frames to the most beautiful painting His eyes illuminate in the sky like the stars Almost as if you could touch him,
Ferrari's are red, Suby's are blue,
As one piece of iron sharpens another, we need to keep each other sharp. We need to encourage each other. An enemy might be able to defeat one of us, but not when the two of us stand back-to-back to defend each other.
I AM A BOSS!
There are so many things I want to tell you I was the quiet one in class who did all of his work But you still gave me the bad grades because I did not talk throughout your class
The fields of war, we all cry, Let’s take a moment and take a big sigh. This isn’t what life should be! Let’s just get along, you and me. Let’s have the peace fly! War is nothing but a sad, sad lie,
Water attracted to water, becoming more and more itself until the sky herself cannot hold the forces away. The culmination of these events can lead us to a rather beautiful metaphor. For the self is attracted to the self.
She is lost.. Lost among the days of old, banned from the days of new.. Like a wanderer in a maze..
Frustration, exasperation, Total damnation Why can’t I seem to be of any use? I'm trapped inside my own walls Unknown to all, I continue to fall In my own pit of despair This just isn’t fair
Futile attempts being made ignoring all warnings that have been said, this poor human starts his race, haunted by the shadow'd face.
Don’t look at me like you expect something great. I’m tired of being called perfect. I’m tired of pretending your right. I am not perfect. And don’t you dare tell me otherwise, Because I despise
You carved me music, frost/dust/blood to my sewn heart. Touched, and now swollen.
With more change I have more pocket money I purchase a flying rug Race a plane To Bordeaux With my change I buy some wine And race through time 300 years
What is the lesson they intend to instill? Pretending to move forward in our best intent But watch, back they run, now slipping and sliding Forgetting all about promises made To be one nation under God
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This room is dark cold and decay the life I live is but a mirror today They all view the happy me but they dont know
You are nine, and the sturdy surface of the leather seatKeeps you company while your brother is away. At rest stops he goesOff with Dad, off by himself, always off without you,
When I'm lonely, you're there to keep me company. When I'm broken, you're there to fix me. When I'm lost, you're there to find me. It may not seem like much, but it means the world to me.
Life A figment, A dream Time that leaves unspoken Moments that shine unknowing Death A fight, A truth Time to leave heartbroken Moments that harm unwilling Time A want, A fear
It is midnight. The streets of Rohan grow still as the people in the town turn off their lights and head to bed. The night is pitch black and the wind whispers softly, blowing the trees
1. I am a princess. I am a mommy's girl Innocent and preppy and loved by my family. I am done with baby bottles, But only barely. I am still a child. 2. I am an Arizona girl.
When I was a kid I wanted to be Peter Pan Harry Potter Anakin Skywalker I had a padawan braid In the first grade Wore my brother's gym shorts And could throw a football farther than any boy
America, America,Land of the free.Boast it all around the world.Equal opportunity. America, America,What does it mean to be free?Tell it to the poor womanwho sits right beside me.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag”and sell my soul to it’s stars and stripes.And to the glory it all withholds.To a nation of spinning clockwork,Perfectly intertwined, two faced,and brainwashed as the injustices
Remember when you first rode your bike, Or the first person that you liked, Those are memories. Remember your first night all alone, That night when no one else was home, That’s a memory.
I am sitting in a chair. Firm is my derriere. That's French for your sit upon. I like to sit in the sun. With a warm face and a loaded gun.
I am Shapeless. A Villian to an arching Hero. I am a Pest. A Slug. A Menace. Forget MANKIND. I am pushed. Punched, tugged in all sorts of directions. Do I have a mind of my own? Again,
What the hell are you saying? That I don't have a heart You foolish thing I'm sorry I don't have time Come back later when I care What the hell am I hearing? You're so sorry you broke my heart?
I am but a part of something ... something BIGGER something better something darker
I see my sister Innocence Red hair, blue eyes Ignorance A toothless mile Living bliss Give her tiny cheek a kiss I see my mother Belligerence Blonde hair, green eyes
Every morning prior to the bedlam of alarm clocks,a smile sat royally on the throne of her majestic face.One arm thoroughly rested across her abdomen,why the other searches for an abeyant lover that
I want to know you Not in the, “yeah we’re friends she’s great” way All of you I want to know your favorite book and why I want to know what makes you smile
Hidden in the shadows Far from where it can taint Your perfect peace and joy With the truth that is reality You do not want to see it Because you fear that what you have Is only an illusion
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It started with an invitationWhen you asked me if I knew how to slow danceI mistook it as a way to make fun of me
She had a twin sister of whom no one knew. She impersonated her through and through. She went to school and lived her life, Bullying everyone, and being bullied with strife.
O’, terrible awful mind of mine. How can I even begin to think when you constantly barrage me with these blatantly hopeless thoughts? My young soul yearns for the freedoms of innocence, yet you dash these nursery time fantasies.
I hate you so much. I hate you the way an alcoholic hates his family because he wants to be told he’s not crazy he just wants to know he’s okay
A man and a woman fell in love.Spent many happy years,together.She would read to him,and he would dance for her,and they would lie in bed,together.Close enough to breatheeach others breaths.
One thousand miles, two thousand miles, three... New Orleans, is where I got the opportunity to be To simply help those in need Four... We all went there for one thing, to concur.
We go so far to find we are alone.As I wander the faculties of my mindI come to the conclusionThat time is the pinO' self-destruction When I lie at nightMy subconscious mind takes flightI journey to planes on astral connections
For the town of Somerton, rain is a rarity. When it rains the town becomes something no sane man can describe, It is as if it takes on a whole new identity. The smell fills every pair of nostrils,
Words, Words being screamed at you, Shouted-sung-rapped-thrown at you, Dreamt at you-- Building castles in the air, Ones that flare up
Everyone looks forward to summer. Hooray! Summer is here! You call your friends to hang out, And your parents take you on vacation. It’s been a month of summer break, And it’s been fun and games.
Living off the alcoholUnder my breathSurrounded by this wallThat has kept meIn this hellThe whiskey has changedHow I liveShot after shotJust takes another bulletOut of meWish away
Say "The Pledge Of Alligence" every single morning, to start the day off right. Hands over our hearts and the viel over our eyes.
When the earth was borne of wishful thinking I sat behind the bar counter, drinking I wondered why he’d done it Why his thoughts had reached the summit “Was it necessary?” I asked
The stars are shining bright In the middle of the sky Producing a faint light As I look up and sigh Their beauty is unmatched So bright and real I've grown quite attached To their perfect appeal
No Pity for a Pedestrian By Irvin Eden Ortega I’m looking I’m looking I’m looking
It's hard to understand why writing is such a beautiful thing,'Til you've had words dance for you and listened to them sing,The day you pull the strings and nudge letters into place,That's when the seed will sprout with it's natural grace. It's ha
“This is who I am. I can’t change.” I have killed choice. I’ve given up. I'm a slave to myself. I’ve surrendered to gravity. NO Just because I was born that way
A hush, a whisper, not a soundThe sight above, TranquilityA whisp, a flutter, down to earthFlicker, flicker to the ground
"So, like, you're only half Jewish"My Hebrew school classmate sneered at me upon learning of my parentageMy father was raised JewishMy mother was raised Protestant but convertedAfter I was born
Everyone's telling me I should ask her out, I think about her daily, I wonder if this means I like her, Will it ruin our friendship, Will she even want me, Tis better not to ask,
A rare beauty awaits before me, The creature is of no other, Yet she doesn't see it, The beauty from her being, She plays down her gem likeness, She is like a shinny bright diamond,
I have seen the path less taken, And really it's not all that, It's simple really, And always light, But there is scarcity of food or drink, If this is the path to take should I sooner die,
I come from the dark, Iam a murderer, I leave nothing in my path, I hit you like Katrina, But that's all in the past, Forests tremble at my feet, Water does my bidding,
Her blond bob and beady brown eyes looked up, Gazing into her father’s similar orbs Believe in yourself dad, she said with simplicity. His smile emanated from the warmth of her words.
Poet notice: I wrote this poem for my final project and presented it. The parts in parenthisis are supposed to be sang and are from various songs. (Well here we go) Freshmen year 2009 were the times
Pressure... it’s not a factor for me now. It used to be but then the ice finally came around. Now my heart pumps frost. Half the adrenaline is lost.
exhale— watch the tendrils of smoke dance before being whisked away. sitting on the porch railing his book open beside me as he searches for the meaning of life. he could give
Your caressing fingers wrench back my Unforgiving stubble Like a cursed tiger Pushing back the blades Of barren grass As he prowls, hungry for the Almost inocent prey.
If I could teach girls It would make them realize That wearing flashy clothes Does not make you a target of harassment.If I could teach girlsIt would make a differenceThey would be able to stand up for themselvesKnowing that when they get olderThe
Tell it as it is. We have multiple ethinicities. Multiple sexualities. Multiple religions. Multiple desires. Multiple needs. Multiple looks. Multiple situations. We have one thing.
(oh, politics) are you only for adults? the world is filled with children who can't even voice their own opinions. you raise us to be independent you raise us to be proud
I used to have dreams.I would fly in the sky a whole bunchor I would meet fantastic characters only my head could imagine
The youngest of six The quiet child The perfect daughter The one who does everything right She sits back in silence as she watches the fights Hears the arguments Listens to the cries
The dry fine dust soflty blows Thirstily the parched sage survives The vultures feed on starved crows Its breathtaking how the wild thrives The hot day cools to a freezing night
It’s your birthday Again And this year, I won’t wish you a happy one Because you never made me happy Because I know it’s time to sever the tie You can no longer be my lifejacket
The night before it happens, he brings me flowers. Irises, pale purple center framed by deep violet. My favorites. It is no special occasion, the gesture all the more thoughtful because of it.
Never being good enough, Not good enough for earning the right grades, Feeling like I can't reach for my goals in life. Why do I feel this way? Everything I do isn't good enough,
It was so easy at first. Like a moth to the flame. I was an innocent victum. And you a harmless game. Just skip one, it can't hurt? After all, what's the worst? Nobody can see the damage,
In the freezing snow, The snowflakes fall from the sky; Covering the ground. The sun is burning In the flamming summer day. Water drops are cool. The planet turns green,
Plant the public’s view in a garden where color peeks through the foliage, where men stop and smell the roses, the hemlocks, the long locks. Where I sit buried by the roots of my scalp,
If you hear the word “radium,” do you think of Marie Curie, Of the thousands she saved by radiation therapy, Of a woman who died for the love – in the name – of science,
Don't not look at them in the eye, To them it is a hostile attempt. Greet them with a bow, Heads down, eyes averted. Then walk away in terrorized silence. A man in war uniforms shouted,
I run to the blade and it's promise of sweet relief. The kisses it leaves upon my thighs and wrists let the pain inside leak out. You say I need help or you laugh and jeer
My feet take root in the core of the earth, my hair wraps around the moon. I turn my head, and the ocean sways in harmony with me, kissing the shore on either side, rocking itself to sleep.
Wisps of air pranced through the blades of grass under the creek And danced atop the dorsal fins of the creatures of the deep And found under the surface of the water
Evolution The world was vast and wide The land and ocean as one The sky so clear at day and night Able to see what the big bang had done Evolution
Universal puppeteer, sink low to leveled eyes;
Seasons don't change when there's ice in your veins. I am a victim A sweet target with barely bitten skin torn by life's fangs. I am forgotten I light fire against chrome but his reflection hasn't a name.
Happiness isn't just an intense emotion. It's a state of mind, a sense of peace. One will simply find happiness in the moment, not by searching for it. Remember, there's more to being happy
Let me tell you how a heartcan unravel its heartstrings,slowly and painfullyand almost certainly bloody.Medical books and romance novelsalike are written on how ancienta conscious the heart is, a veined
Praying mute prayers; Prayers of which God refuses to hear. Speaking life yet swallowing death whole. Hell's Angel. Not in JET yet a true beauty. Not disfigured but with a figure that's crippling.
What to do? Where to go?
(poems go here)You took my hand And you held it so So close I didn’t see I didn’t see the real me You took my hand And you took me in Into the forest Into the wind You held my hand
The wind singing outside the blinded window. The speaking voices, from a strand of a nerve they linger. My eyes twitched know and then. I let this feeling escape but it never fled.
It is a filthy charge for the igniting of our tars papaya lips taste like lime salt and chilies parted in popular positions they speak like a ring master artist
Mother hold me in warm embrace,Gently cradle my delicate skin,Caressed by your loving winds.Touch my lips with petals,Soft flowers of maternity love.
Life. It's like that hazy glow Just before the day lets go Of it's bright and lasting hold And slips off into night's Cool blue sky.
I am leading a half-real life full of adventures and written words. My life is as fragile and vibrant as these cut out pages but I hold my spine straight with my soul proudly printed and displayed.
Travel An old blind man Traveled down a dusty, weary road The brown dirt he kicked up, weak and pitiful,
I'm sitting alone with my thoughts and everything I've ever done wrong. The silence is burning. It screams in my ears. Life is overwhelming but it's all we have here.
Snow falls on the ground Blanketing the land in white Bright, cold, uniform. Snow melts and flowers Rise up tentatively from The newly freed earth. Flowers fall and leaves
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.
If our Founding Fathers saw the world today, Their jaws would drop and mutinies would come to pass. If they saw our struggles to appease the mass, They’d assume our society would soon decay.
How could one decide, To make this choice?
Holding her hand like you’ll never let go With trees and leaves and lilac scent The sky with clouds you’ll never know And rains you never knew you meant
It can happen to anyone You finish freshman year and you fail the first time around Your parents are not upset but disappointed It seems as if there is nothing you can do
This is my hair It flows free and true Can you feel my tresses? They speak the truth, do you? This is my pride, black & true. Flowing ever freely, do you? This is my hair haiku.
Words of gold buried inside waiting to be unearthed More valuable than diamonds is the vocabulary of our soul A rubies glimmer cannot compare to the luster of what lies deep inside An "X" marks the spot
I don't keep the worlds histories I don't solve the worlds mysteries And I am not their story keeper I am no mans scribe. That is not my life.
That’s all I ever hear is that it’s all up to me It’s up to me to put my family on the map It’s up to me to keep pushing for my dreams until my heart stops It’s up to me to mature and stop acting like a child when things don’t go my way It’s up to