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10, It's a beautiful day, but within the peace, we wonder what to expect. At school some ask for attention to be in detention, while others just simply pay attention.
Dear chubby queer kid
I know those words feel like insults now
But someday you will learn to own them
To wear them like medals you earned
Because you did earn them
Fighting every day to survive
you’re pathetic
pathetic
pathetic
that’s all you are
that’s all you’ll ever be
don’t ever think you’ll be more than that
you’re pathetic
pathetic
pathetic
that’s all you are
that’s all you’ll ever be
don’t ever think you’ll be more than that
I want you.
You know its true.
I'll say it again. I want you. I want you.
I want you badly. Have you ever wanted, badly?
I badly want you. Sometimes I think I only want it as its bad.
Do not tell me that you are an ally of the LGBTQ+ community
If you go home at night and refuse to believe your daughter is gay
Simply because she may not give you the grandchildren you want
Now I'm A Poetic Man...
Who... DOESN'T Like SLAMS... !!!!!
And I... NEVER Have... !!!!!!
Because EVEN When I Did Them...
I Knew They Were A SHAM... !!!!!
Here’s to the mavericks!
What a bunch of assholes.
To imagine a better world,
They have the gall to challenge the status quo,
By spinning thin air into gold!
Her hand grazed my skin. “Please, be calm my child.”
Serenity plagued each of my senses.
Flames from the fire grabbed at my shoeless feet.
Yet, I was the happiest I have been.
Mother looked sadly into my green eyes.
Razors rope knives guns drugs dope
Building cliff cars water electricity starve
Alcohol fire poison suffocate jump—
Pick and choose.
You pick and choose.
Choose your method of self-destruct.
I miss him when he's with me
I miss him when he's not
Even when we argue
I miss him a lot
I miss him when I leave
The cold side of a pillow
is magic, waiting to happen
The condensation of a coke can
is disturbing in drips
The salt of the air
Have you ever seen a color and thought about what it would be like as a person?
I wonder if it's personality is visible and certain.
How yellow sings when it sees the sun,
Have you ever seen a color and thought about what it would be like as a person?
I wonder if it's personality is visible and certain.
How yellow sings when it sees the sun,
Wandering the earth with no purpose,
In search of fulfilling the empty glass,
Eyes full of determination to compose,
Watching you is like watching the stars,
Wandering like a dove freely with purpose,
Perhaps it would be fun to visit mars.
Watching you is like watching the stars,
Wandering like a dove freely with purpose,
Perhaps it would be fun to visit mars.
Do You Ever Feel ...
Like You're ... ALONE ...
To Think The Things ...
You Do At Home ... ???
Cos' When Your Mind ...
Begins To ... ROAM .......................
You better howl if you wanna be heard, wolf,
Sing it even if it sounds absurd, wolf,
Change is everything—now watch her turn, wolf,
We live long if we never know ourselves
Such are the words of Teiresias
For years I had thought to know myself
And which route would be easiest.
But I hadn’t known my true self then
I look around
I see the beauty of the world
As it revolves around me
I hear all my 30 of my friends calling my name
Telling me to hurry up and come play
I touch my smoothe skin
When this flower bloomed I was 14 years old
My breasts began to bud and my heart grew cold
Full lips came too and my tongue grew slicker
Curves came to the hips and my patience grew thinner
Not long ago the growing pains started
The pains that broke the broken-hearted
The inevitable happened- I went blind
It was quite an experience at first
My vision went from bad to worse
Not long ago the growing pains started
The pains that broke the broken-hearted
The inevitable happened- I went blind
It was quite an experience at first
My vision went from bad to worse
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
Now that I'm a "grown-up," it's time for me to go to college.
College is a canyon of mountainous buildings, each marked with a letter of the alphabet,
Each made up of halls, upon halls, upon halls, upon halls...
My aspirations were like grand constellations
Plucking one dream after the next
Then came the Big Bang of adolescence
With every burning goal
Came a larger person
To put it out
The four walls in my room are white
The only white thing I’ve learned to love
To Trust
I spoke to them day after day
Knowing they’d listen without judging me
The story begins at my school.
I began to sound like a fool.
My voice started to crack;
I heard a loud quack,
Why is puberty so darn cruel.
An Ode To My DepressionYou are my writer’s block when I really need that essay done.The reason why I wear only pants in public,For the fear that people stare at my thighs when wearing shorts.You are the only reason that I feel some days. But feeli
Sadness
The emotion I felt when I heard the news of the divorce
I knew it was inevitable but still
Longing for a family, I hoped
Looking at my siblings I knew
Growing up I had to do
Until I was fourteen I felt fine--
Good, great, and better than
I ever knew I could feel because in the moment,
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.
when i was 7 years old i realized i wasnt a baby anymore,
hard times and molestation told me i wasnt a baby anymore,
when i ran away from home,
my mom knew i wasnt a baby anymore,
smoking meth,
These changes keep coming
life is not the same
as is once used to be
back when I ran and played.
Now I've got chores to do
and I have to decide
what career to pursue
The first day of school
Daddy dropped me off
Racing out of the car
I did a twirl
Then a hop
A beeline to Mrs. King's
My own girl.
Sixth grade
Girls started to shave
I think I might have learned something recently
In trying to figure out who I am
I’ve only learned who I used to be
Hands hold firm on mine
my past nature entails
fear loving again.
My heart forgives all
My brain forgave none
Lest I feel again,
I feared I'd come undone
Waxy lips,
Purple ‘n thick
Rear view,
A devious kick
Sing-song giggles,
A soft purse
Stomach churning,
A biological curse
“How do I look baby?”
“Pretty mom,” I say
Like a dark cloud hovering over me,
Fear found its greedy way into my life.
It held me back with strong chains and great lies,
And convinced me to burrow into my shell.
Eigth grade is when I found out
That straight did not define me
A single small peck
On the lips was that it took.
Oh, how scared I was
I had grown up around hate
That those who are gay
The hold that you had found in my veins,
was not found without warning.
It was preceded by a feeling
That weighed heavy in my chest.
tell me the difference between you and I while
society explains to us that with our own eyes
we're to expect greatness from wealth
while the poor focus on being fly
BUT WHY?
tell me why
Is this the new norm?Our people mourn,they ask for reform,then nothing is done.
Will this ever end?No ways to defend,situations they can't comprehend,families distraught because of a gun.
ever since i could remember, i’ve been keeping secrets.
i’ve made little mental notes of the secrets and folded them with perfect creases. i’ve been gently caring for them as they made a home in my heart.
A tree stands still.
It grows from a seedling,
A small little thing
destined to be something great.
A tree stands still.
Waiting for it's turn to shine.
I'm always delayed,
Heard, most common word to say.
Only leaves you betrayed,
In the end.
Sorry.
Selfishly regaining your trust,
Only once and that's enough,
Sitting in my 6th grade homeroom,
11 year-old bored of the pencils and the notebooks,
Fiddling with my hands and fingers
Wondering how long this boredom would linger
A mind of wonders,
Imagination locked inside.
Idle hands,
desperate to be untied.
Expressions bleeding,
through the veins.
From the wild mind,
To dormant hands.
you took away from me
the only parts of myself
that i ever loved
and made me despise them
as much as all the other things
that i could never stand
you stole my heart and ran with it
I have been through it all
From dawn to midnight
I survived the heartaches, bitte truths
And yet I am alive
I have been through it all
From a start to an end
I learned to walk, to run
PLOT TWIST.
I hate poetry.
Poetry is rhymes and meters...
and rules on rules.
It makes no sense.
What you can write anything?
ANYTHING.
No formed needed?
Fingers to keys:
A familiar click-clacking symphony that warms my heart and feeds my soul.
I’m throwing words to my thoughts, my emotions, my trials and tribulations out into the abyss.
For once I’m not silent.
When we fell in love it came unexpectedly.
Similar to car crash on a good night
You were there to hear me say
“I think penguins could fly if they tried hard enough”
for lives lost
at the end of a gun
and those wounded
at the hands of
a bullet
i pray for
your peace but
more importantly
i pray for
your justice
Sleeping with a Habit
In the morning we joke and thank the world that there is only one of you.
When her mouth is sewn
Her hand speaks
When pain leaks from her eyes
The screams float on sheets
I am trapped
inside my body
the shell of a girl who cries at the thought
of breakfast, lunch and dinner
or the days when I say "fuck it"
and eat how I should
just to be punished by someone screaming
You see
It wasnt always this way
when the time passed it brought colors
for sometime its only gifted grey
its a mindset they say
trapped in my own behavior
the devil next door
Dear Jensen,I wish the best for you and hope you figure out your way for our sake. I know you might quake from your journey, but please stand firm and do not forget who you are.
Do you think about me the way I do about you?
Do you reminisce about the past we once shared?
I await the day when I can hold your hand again and smile because of our love
Do you think about me, too?
Dear America,
Last Monday was one of those really long mornings.
My bed didn’t want to detach,
my hair looked a mess,
and I missed the bus.
Today, I made a mistake;
I looked where I should not,
and I discovered memories
that I think you forgot.
Sometimes I wonder...
Why won’t you just leave me alone?
I don’t want you around - I never have.
But apparently, I can’t get a restraining order
against my own mind.
Dear God (if you are even there)
The world is cruel
Most people realize this at a young age
Well at least I did
When I was young, everything seemed so big
40% of marriages end in divorce
40% of vows taken are empty promises
Empty lies
Empty nothingness.
They take you, to have and to hold from this day forward
I’m sorry every morning was an english muffin
I let you become the entity that circled my transcripts
Watched tv with me
So much depends upon the proper playground pick-me-ups
And picking perennial playground buttercups
Dear future me,
I wonder who you turned out to be…
You were always an anxious one
The type who’s too scared to have too much fun
To the ones I no longer hold dear,
When your picture is pointed out on the tapestry
That's hung in the archives of my heart
By it's new inhabitants
Atlas.The God who was forced to allow the weight of the world to rest upon his shoulders.Solely because he saw things differently from those who were in a state of greater power. The GOD WHO WAS FORCED The GOD who was FORCED to be chained down b
I speak for the students or should I say the slaves, Working all the time to impress our parents with grades, And Schools with sports, Teachers with clubs, Colleges with SAT's, Extra curriculars, Majors in particular, Community service, It all mak
I tried for a slam poetry kind of rhythm:
Hey Earth,
I'm sorry that you're feeling this way.
I'm sorry that we're turing you from blue to grey.
I'm sorry that I don't know what to do or say,
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
You love me You love me? Tell me one more time why you tried to hit me And told me I was stupid Worthless Nothing Yeah, you love me, right? You care so much about what I do That you lock me in at home
Being with you feels like the sunrise
That new beginning
The warm embrace of its light
It's like that first deep breath of the cool winter air
Crisp and awakening
Because I thought it was love, I let them get away with everything.
My rights, values, or morals didn’t matter because of the undenying feeling in my chest.
The face of racism
Uses words to kill all that is good on earth, without glancing back at the damage
It has the ability to claim countless lives in mere seconds, then continue on
I didn’t know what love can do, I thought it was all true
The elders were right it contained pain, but I am not ashamed from what I knew
I know you don’t even exist yet, however I love you so much
I cannot wait to bring you into this world
I will cherish every moment with you
I will always be there for you
I will raise you to be the best you
I’m not so sure when it happened, you see
But I sure sensed it when I let my thoughts free
And you began to listen, your eyes glued to me
Being with someone, your are with them
Not just them for their looks, or the way their body is, or for one thing only
When you love someone, you are there for them
I'v been cheated I'v been lied
I know everything you wanted to hide. Your comments, your dirt, the way you always had to flirtYet you said I was enough, you told me to be tough. You said you loved me so much and that I had nothing to worryBut th
You will always be my favorite constellation.
Every night I wander searching for your embrace.
But we are humans,
To travel at the speed of light like stars is to die.
The day I met you I was confused,
The message you sent me that made my mind and heart flutter, I still remember,
I was fixated on your looks at first but then it became your heart,
I did not know what love was until I met him
It was not until I felt him caress my skin
He captured my heart
And locked me away
Because I love you, he said
I am Black
A race named after the richness of skin
A race deemed unclean
And for centuries; believed so
What does it mean to be Black?
Boys be comin around
Trying to get some
Act like they have an anaconda
Bitch please you can't fit in a condom
You're playing these head games
You were only sitting
about
two or three rows
ahead of me,
but it was still
close enough
for me to tell
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Fair-skinned, beautiful, and kind
She sings, birds listen, and fly to her hand
The World fights against her, and she smiles still.
This is the Fairy-tale Princess,
Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom Juxtaposed seriously
The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet Working harmoniously
In times of passion they empty love to find the hate,
that lead us through this hell to heavens open gates
In this way we are blessed, to be together is our fate
What nights, what days, my life spent in splendor. Even though I am a humble schizophrenic, I am also a college graduate.
Its funny how when people look at me and they see me…They don't see meBecause I am not me I haven't been me in a long time…I hide in the closet where it’s nice and safeJust because i’m in a closet doesn't mean i’m gayI'm gay because I like guysW
Sometimes my brain is not kind to me.
It starts with the sounds around me.
My teacher is talking.
My classmates are whispering.
I hear it all and it is so so loud.
Then, I stim.
Once upon a time there was a king,
but not just a king,
A queen, but oh no,
Not just a queen,
A quite young maiden,
But not just a young madien,
All were unaware that the perfectly imperfect,
"Grounded, you can't go out!"
I heard, he didn't have to shout.
"You can't go to the prom!"
I think, he should take that up with mom.
Dad slammed the door shut, off to work
lovely girl, my beautiful little lovely girlmy talented, my special bud.you who flowered from my womb one fateful day of July.my sunflower child that brightened the sickly wet season.
Why must it be, that lessons are only learned from classics?
Or that fairytales never seem to talk about real human aspects?
Maybe Cinderella and the Prince didn't have a happily forever after,
This poem is dedicate to all the Pacific islanders out there. In which Moana gives a poem for the world to know.
People do not know the truth about our islands.
Maybe it's a second
Maybe it's a teeny tiny eensy weensey little time
That you don't know where you are
Or where you're going
In a vehicle only you can stop
Capable of killing
Capable of saving
The boy flies without a care,
forgetful of a future he once knew
yet now, he chooses to live unaware.
Wish as I could to change his fate,
for if he continues this way
You told me I have to play the game of society. If I don’t I won’t succeed as a writer, but a whore. Who is to define my intelligence by the purple marks of sex on my skinny neck? You?
I fight and fight the same battles
Against the different demons,
I hold in my head.
I fight and fight, with no backup
No army
No partner,
America, land of the free
Home of liberty, I would disagree
Full of freedom? We barely make the top twenty
We ask for diversity they say, "We've got plenty."
We fight for what's right,
I’ve always been an outsider looking inThrough television screens, the internet, everything,Guyana is and always will be my homeBut America is where I need to be
America the great, is not so great,
Or rather great with imperfections
That impede its equal opportunity gate.
Even if pointed in the right direction
It’s funny how much I’ve changed. I’m 14 years old, sitting in my room, now surrounded by white. White sheets pinned to the walls, white carpet, white dresser. They were blue once, but that has been drained away.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Amerikkka- That’s spelled with three K’s.
I pledge allegiance to the flag
that hides lynchings and crusades behind “God hates fags”
Falling
Spiraling
And never to see the end
Of the monotony
Sirens
Alarms
Ringing out lamentations
Of the ever-oppressed
America----
You call us a People United.
You proudly call yourself a 'Melting Pot'
Although that may be true, you fool yourself by the own lies you tell.
We are divided.
Divided by the color of our skin.
Instagram, Facebook,
That is all it took,
Took to lead these teens
Out into the streets
To live what they'd seen
On some little screen.
Today in the world,
People are obsessed with diamonds and gold.
Children forced to sit still,
Forced to bend to their parents will.
America the great
but is it really?
Nowadays it seems all I hear is hate
The new talk is about wanting to escape
run away to a different country
America; America the great | The New World stands with open gates | Open arms to the shambled freights | Heavy laden with the poor and the desperate | Th
Build a wall! Our brothers and sisters of the South have thrived
Under the shadow of oppression, located
In the "land of opportunity," now fear for their future as they are
America, not so great.
But who else is to blame for our doomed fate?
A nation divided, far from united
What's more frightening, when people are openly racist or they hide it?
1.The smell before the rain.
2. Long walks at night.
3. Songs that make me cry.
4. Big sweaters in the winter, warm and comfortable.
5. The taste of blood surfacing when giving hickeys
I saw you last night, you filthy man.
I saw you in your car, you picked me up like a stray dog, made sure I was safe and locked in before you drove away.
you pet my leg and told me you missed me.
In the wake of destruction of us i cant seem to find the pieces through the rubble to make us whole again. We are dead set in a war zone and i forgot to bring my gas mask for the despair.
“They’re talking about you.”
“You’re not good enough”
“They don’t really like you.”
“You’re going to fail.”
It was the Winter of my being
But outside I felt the heat.
A lot of people I am seeing
That I’m not pleased to meet.
Becoming Me,
Becoming Free,
The road is a passageway of being independent and being me.
The freedom of life is what gets me inside,
The street lights attack my eyes,
Smoke cascades like soft grey velvet,
past cracked lips that slowly release the worries of the world,
Kill yourself a little bit every day,
because that's better than living long enough to think about you,
You chase your dream,
Seeing it glimmer and gleam.
Then you fall,
Losing it all.
Dirt smearing your lifework.
But you brush it off with some effort.
You start again,
"The blacker the berry, The sweeter the juice"
Is the first quote I think of when I think of you
I wake because I’m drowning;
Life’s currents submerging me-
I’m verging on tears and utter exhaustion
And falling asleep by nothing but fault.
To feel the wind
is to come alive
to kick the ball
leave no doubts in my mind
as if fate
this is my fate
no one else
so don't question why
I kick the ball
just know freedom
Mornings can be the bane of your existence
Mornings can be a pain in the butt
Mornings set you up for the day
Mornings aren't always fun, "hurray"
Mornings can make you strife
*DISCLAIMER + TRIGGER WARNING*
*This was written purely by imagination and personal experience, but in no way is this poem about me.
This poem also holds a trigger warning so please be safe and careful.*
During the nights that I feel down
When my sorrows grow
I turn to him for comfort
How his warmth fills me
His soft murmurs fill the room
He shows me that
Life
[written for scholarship topic: 250 words or less - if you were an ice cream; which flavor would you be and why?]
Something that makes me smile
Is driving the extra mile.
I work on my car
because it's broken down so far.
When I first met
that one red Corvette,
it was so dope
I didn't know how to cope.
Simplicity embarks my veins
A voyage of bittersweet delicacy
Entrapped in the fragile estate of a porcelain cup
There I take a sip
The sun begins its slow crawl from out of the bleak black horizon,
Casting its golden light upon all that it touches.
It reaches out like a lover
to caress the trees,
I have found myself subject to the beneficial liar.
What is a beneficial liar?
A liar that tells their lies to benefit themselves only.
"This Just In,
The issues of society have made different varieties
Of opinions, thoughts, and actions
Causing riots in the factions
And laws to be completely changed,
'Calm down.''You're fine.''What's wrong?''Will you please talk?''I want to understand what your anxiety is about.''How's it feel?'
Singing with The Smashing Pumpkins
at sunset.
Slumberous teenagers sinning
on swing sets.
Soul mates trapped in
sundripped snapshots.
Sipping a strawberry shake-
two straws.
Hunger
She tried everything in order to fill the void she carried inside,
Sweets, pastries, snacks,
The black hole that her enemies,
these two situations are not ideal in combination:
being thirteen,
and realizing that gay is a synonym for your name.
but that was my summer before eighth grade.
Your poisonous smile kills you slowly because of the world in which you see through tainted eyes
So if you want to scream...
do it...
and tell the world to keep their testimonies and false prophecies to themselves
What Can I
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[Verse 1:]
So, they ask me what’s poetry.
What can I do but tell you what this poet thinks?
[Freestyle Slam] 7/12/2016
Grave me with the words left unsaid; that drowsy night under the light pole I was waiting for a man who said had loved me.
Reality is whatever my words make it.
A long forgotten shack in the middle of a blizzard,
So I've come to a conclusion,
Everything and body is an illusion.
Any sense can feel a tense delusion,
Not sure what's real--
I feel deep confusion.
So open, so crucial
So dangerous, so brutal.
You were a child
who didn't belong in one place or the other.
How could you respond to the taunts that still haunt your deep thoughts?
Between the father that hurt you
and the mother that gave you up
Oh, but the more I wrote about youthe easier it got, mouthfuls of poemsfilled up like my anxiety flowing out.I hope you catch the crown fire in your mouth because before it
Failure.Seven letters perfectly construed to describe my very existence. Misunderstood.Four syllables that boom in my ears, deafening the good thoughtsthat are now few and far between.
Poetry is food for the mind
At our youngest ages
We yearn for attention
We long for satisfaction
And hope for fulfillment
In my earliest memories I am dead
My heart as cold as the winter breeze
That nipped my fingers
When I was too scared to go home
My eyes are dull
Like erased pencil marks
The imprint of
Anxiety and me
Go hand in hand with my sexuality and me
I am not straight
And I am not gay
I am somewhere in the in-between
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I lovethe way she shovesme down on the bed.Our heads/
spinning,with sweetnessbetween the sheets beginning.
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I let my breath goPlease don’t let me be a statisticI cry into my mothers arms, the first time I told her of my abuse.I refuse.I will not let someone else feel what I have felt.
I find myselfIn cafes and wine barsFilling my nose withNot grape and grinds,But melancholy and bitter,Or is it sweet and lively?The moon has become too bright to tell.
Here I am for the first time in a few weeks with my books full of drawings
My binder full of papers
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In third grade,
They handed me a poetry book
And I found it terribly boring.
I was a child of prose, reading stories of adventures
And faraway lands.
In 1668 silence sailed from Spain
and invaded the shores of Guam
The Spanish hushed the Chamorro culture with rifles
and the sounds of extinction were deafening
Being young and homeless having possesion
But dont own shit the folks that put
you out on the streets hide behind a good class
I can see thru a good glass what lies behind and beneth the classification of help is help
Every year since kindergarten,
We begin with a journal entry.
Entering our thoughts on our day,
and writing for over a whole century.
All
Bad things
Cease eventually, but
Did they ever say
Everything would feel as if
Falling were the ultimate answer, and
You see the sign, it says stop
You're obedient so you have no choice but to halt
You look through the window, you fall in love with the cat on the neighbour's roof top
You feel she's the only one who can give you the lot
Regrets come back hunting you when you have failed in your tasks
Then you try to move forward by wearing a mask
There's no room to step backward, it's too late, it's dark.
You thought you'd do anything and never lose her
It’s easier to write than to
Untangle my thoughts
In my jumbled mind
And put air behind them.
My voice shakes with uncertainty,
When your mind is captive to your body
and your image doesn't fit society's
and your heart is trapped in a place you can't call home
When you speak in but never out
All I need is connection.
A person, place,
A thing
To gain perspective from.
All I need is to observe.
To be engaged,
Connect,
Reflect,
And try to understand.
Our fingers grip
halfway intertwined
and lip to lip
we hang between birds and moonshine
it's 3 am and we’re making out
on a park bench.
it's 3 am, we're making out on a park bench
So so crazy how one question got me tripping...
Em but it ain't too bad...
So so no need for the sipping...
Nonetheless I wouldn't mind having Tequila...
On Tuesdays...
3 dolla holla for Margaritas...
I feel music in my heart.
I feel it run from my fingers, through my veins, to my heart.
I can feel it.
Every note, every rhythm, every pitch, every melody,
I can hear it.
I hear music in the wind.
You are all I need
My Radiohead’s in the clouds
The vacant thoughts succeed
I was told looking up was really down
Ah, the...”age old” question.
If you suddenly became Tom Hanks
in one of the movies that he surely has pasted onto his résumé by now,
but you got to take one thing with you,
what personal item would you take?
Imagine.
The sand beneath your feet is not sand, but the pores on a giant’s face.
You walk on his cheeks and eyes and you reach an ear, a cove nestled beneath a bed of seasick rocks.
The hot sandy beach
feels so deserted
Givin’ off so much heat
I’m feeling beat
With the waves at my feet
keeping me sane
What must I have to sustain?
If only I had more time
More time to spend with you
All alone on a desserted island
Dreaming of you
Wishing for you
Feeling you
My preciuos, beautiful, perfect...favorite shoe
She walked alone
Not even one my her side
He asked for help
No one cared or even tried
We all have days
When we're just not ourselves
We lose all faith
Cleansing in time of needSavoir of a growing seedThe one thing to keep me hereIn distress it kills my fear
Building nests inside of you and calling you homeYou are the creaky doors and windows whose noises are a necessity for me to fall asleepThe grave I want to spend all of my eternity in after my black hole heart collapses in on itself and I cease to
I had a Kids Bop 5 blasting in my own CD player
Watching crayons melt into the black leather
of mama's Infiniti
And Orange Crush from 7/11 was about the only reason I would put my shoes back on.
I have two puppies that I love
They truely are gifts from above
One is white and one is black
Both are fluffy - not fat
Without them I would be so sad
For a life without puppies is just plain bad
All I need
is a hand to hold.
Teach me how to be bold
I do not need to be told,
I need to be shown
not by diagrams and charts
but by the careing of someones heart.
I used to think all I need is a minute
So I could think about life instead of live it
All I need is some money to get by
Maybe a car to drive and a house to reside
I need parents who care instead of scream
Have you ever just sat down and wondered,
Why poetry?
Was it an escape from the harsh reality:
Pain demanding to be felt
The loss of your loved ones
All I Need is my heart
But oh, much more
Than for my own life
I need my heart
To care for others
To love the unlovable
To help the incapable
To understand what is confused
If I were stranded on a desert island
I simply could not live
Without the one song to rule them all:
Space Jam.
Slamming and jamming is my livelyhood
When Jayski welcomes me to the jam
Pops, you watch too much TV.
I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory,
That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me.
Pops,
I can't live without him. Rather, I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. He loved me when I was so empty that I might as well have been a corpse And because of his love I never became that corpse, rotting six feet under the ground. He taught m
All I need is airUndeniably the most important thingBut there's something differentAbout the air that I need
Live life without hindrance, please sir
It is something taken for granted, all should have
None of us truly do… not even you, do you defer?
Might as well do it now, it is only gonna get worse
Whatever I need...
Is all I need
Whether it be the love of my life
Or a tiny flax seed
Whether the world on my shoulders
Or the sun's delightful rays
The love of my life, and his beholders
The Abyss
so dark and cold
sucks my heart in
and almost has my soul.
The Abyss
traps me inside
and people pass by
without a word of hope.
Some push me in deeper
into the Abyss
tick tock, tick tock
i imagine the bells sound
I'm taken to my own mind
where the thoughts don't stop
and I'm back in the past
reliving the old days
"Invite me to your wedding," you said.
Where were you? Where were you when I needed you most?
As I sit down in the dark corner I can feel the walls begin to slide,
I feel trapped, trapped here inside
As if this is my last goodbye.
Anything you can do, I can do betterI'm sick of you telling me I'm dumb WorthlessNothing.
I'm sick of you telling me I'm a nagUseless.
Slam
The doors crash shutThe lights flicker ofThe flesh escapes.
Slam
The tears roll downThe face turns redThe heat boils up.
Slam
Sweet songs,
sifting.
Hold on,
hope’s in you.
Dear child,
keep your lips widely speaking.
Honey,
please smile.
Everything was foggy and I was breathless
with the thought of the corners of the room haunting
my existence with a smile. The shutters
shuddered with sadness and I could relate all too much,
My chest is caving in,
But there's nothing besides the weight of a t-shirt
Against my skin,
Yet my chest is heavy.
And I must have been impaled with a bullet
Because there's blood draining from my heart,
My bones hang loose. Shaking unconsciously
With no rhythmic tune.
There’s gravel in your eyes. Was that from when I
Tried to run away? Did I spew up the ground when you
Said it's too late? Now you're begging me to
Wind breaks my chest as you continuously blow me away.
There’s something inside of me seeping through the gashes of your comfort,
Telling me that the cracks within your embrace
The thing about anxiety is
I may look fine from the outside, but
On the inside I am erupting like a volcano.
Except I do not get the privilege
To explode in public.
I am forced to hide the bubbling emotions
Do you remember
When you were a young, innocent caterpillar,
When you basked in the warmth of the sun,
Took pleasure in the breath of the gentle breeze,
eyes
do not
age.
they'll always be bright enough dancing with light
to make the bluejays jealous and they'll be deep and mysterious enough to plant elm trees in
they're honest and so loving and
Do I look like a criminal or rapist?
I'm not a criminal and I'm not rapist
I am angry.
I am angry that people who support Donald Trump are proud of it
People who know me know I like to sleep
To me it’s not about the relaxation,
It’s about the dreams –that are so sweet.
I love to dream
I could be a graceful dancer
Or find the cure for cancer
She recuperates,
Deserts fly,
Away cries the vast ceiling bat,
Shatter my climbing dark vision,
"Don't forget!" Says the graveman,
I'm never always alone,
Always alone,
Everyone says that college
is all about drinking.
That college
is all about sex.
They say college
is the time to party,
Willing to giveAll that I haveBecause others may be in needPossessions mean nothingWhen you can't take them with youTo a place beyond life here indeed Willing to helpOne that's in lack I give, therefore I receiveWilling to learnWilling to teachWil
So here’s the deal:
You’ll spend 8 hours in a building
where they’ll teach you math and science,
but the only things you’ll learn are to
keep your mouth shut and
I used to be fragile.
As light as a feather.
As delicate as a dandelion.
I used to be lost.
So unsure of everything.
Never knowing which road was better to take.
I used to be afraid.
There are many ways that I can define me
My major, my gender, or my history.
Lets start simple, something easy.
My major is definitive, it's Biology.
I am a scientist at heart, a studier of the sea,
There were just a few tears that come down
There was a storm. . . A never ending, Silent storm
. . . It's Ironic because there's a storm outside right now
There was some hail as well, beating at the windows
Matter doesn't matter, it's chemicals that scatter.
It's your food, it's air, it's water.
It's human and nature. It's infinite space around us.
It flows like rivers and falls like snow.
We put our things away, it was no longer time to play. We had our fun, now our summer is away. Though summer, I wish, would stay. Its crippling debt that makes me say so. Other wise Ide give winter time more of a go.
As if "getting better" makes up for the amount of time spent deciding if this constant allusion to her future is even worth the present
The first time I was bullied I was in elementary school
"freak,"
"weirdo,"
"loser,"
they would call me
So I ran to the teacher, tears burning my eyes
She told me to get over it
It's like the taste of bitter coffee in the morning.
Like a gaping hole in one's chest & a constant gnawing of bones & the drinking and drainage of blood.
Who are we
Who can we be?
We go our whole lives being told we can be anything
but can we?
I think not
If we could all be what we wanted there would be no difference
would that be good
would it?
I am a good old-fashioned girl.
I knit, bake, sew, and crochet.
My habits may seem backwards,
But life is much simpler that way.
I am
Modern.
I take
Pride
In the way
I'm pretty fucking great.
Pshh, you know what they say...
Okay,
so I didn't start that way.
I started by living my life on the day-to-day,
had no friends, but what could I say?
Skin.
And beneath that, muscles.
Nerves and vessels move between.
Blood flows.
Heart pumps.
Legs and arms flex and relax.
But is that me?
Smiles, frowns, wrinkled brows.
Laughter echoes.
The choices I made were my own
The path I took was my choice
The things I did, the things I used
My reflection is in my eyes
And in my hands
They are always moving
Trying to find an abode
Trying to find a cause
Looking upon the distant faces
With no color to define them
I remember when I was little and I had this perfect family.
I remember having 4 sisters, a mom and a dad.
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.
Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens.
Trees are meant to grow strong for years and years
with their roots consistently reaching further.
Is today a good day?
Just because the sun doesn't shine today, doesn't mean it isn't.
The rain may bring a good day for someone who has a hard time finding fresh water.
Paint me like I amforget the stereotypes forgetjudgmentspaint me how I am on the insidecheerful, loving and caringpaint me smilingpaint me dancingpaint me into the horizon
the lies go on,
never once ceasing
hitting my heart
as it continues bleeding
like a river of hate
your speech spills out
why do you do this?
i just want to drown
Life has it's ups and downs
I know it may be hard
Just remeber that there's someone who cares
It can be
Someone you may know
Or
Someone you don't know
Ferguson
It happens every day and no one notices
It’s not the first time shots were fired
At an innocent black man in the streets
This time Ferguson next time Washington
Creativity has basic steps:
Show us something new.
Show us something we've never seen before.
Show us a display that has never before been seen.
Creativity is seen, yes.
Everywhere you look.
Books,
No such thing as flawless, perfect, peerless;
Only fallen varmints grubbing helpless,
Guided by old books to find redemption
And some vindication from above.
Perfect spirits all alike and charming,
Myself defined;
distracted by other peoples definition of happiness
while living a life defined by other people
I was
written, erased, re-wrote, RE-DEFINED
by all these foriegn concepts, thoughts, ideas
Today I decided to show a little more skin, to feel a bit more sexier, to show off my womanly features that belong to MY body. So help me if I so happen to become a victim of violation, harrassment or dare I say, rape.
Me without a filter is a lot of different people.
I’m someone else with each new environment.
Some are sarcastic, some are analytical, most are honest to a fault.
But all of them are real.
Little did you know when our world "Leaders" meet to talk, they talk not about how to create peace but strategies for war.
The common place routine fornicates
foul truths of the mundane.
We pay our bills while our sisters and brothers
Why do we assume the future will be brighter?
Or to reach for the stars a little bit higher?
When contentment is over looked like the shadows that follows before me,
Greed is at a peak and there's no such thing as dignity
I'm dressed in luto because she's dead
A dark mantilla adorns my head
I'm clutching flowers and wiping tears
Because I'm living in one of my worst fears
La Calavera Catrina has my niece
Don't fight me cause I'm noone.I'm the face u see when u look n the mirror.I'm the light that shines to the darkness but yet im noone.I'm something to someone but noone to myself.I'm
I am a raging fire,
Flames spit and hiss
They are destructive,
They are passionate,
They are
Me.
I am a tranquil ocean,
Timid is new to me,
You bring your presence near and I tremble from nervousness.
I am strong and outspoken yet I blush when you come close.
Who are you?
Tell me where you are.
You are everywhere and I am not
your mind starts to crumble like a sheet of paper written with words that no longer have meaning,
With no filter, I am me.
Me is I, and I is she.
She is me, and I love me.
Me is amazing at listening to others.
She loves to borrow clothes that are my mother’s.
Sorry America
Sorry that I am black
Sorry that I wear hoodie jackets
Sorry for eating skittles
I've always hated the saying it will be okay because it almost never is.... i tell people that im okay im fine its all in my mind but the truth is thats all just an act....
There's this girl I know
She's perfect in every way
She will help me up when I'm down
and listen to what I say
This girl I know of,
has beauty beyond compare
If I tell you that I don't like your selfie,
will you go off and hate me?
If I don't have an Instagram,
Does that make me a loser, man?
We are who we are.
We are not the likes we get on insstagram.
We cannot measure our beauty by the retweets our pictures get on twitter.
We are stong and beautiful.
They call where I live “The Bubble”
“The Happy Valley”
because whatever problems we face
we hide behind photo shopped pictures
with filtered solutions.
Anyone who breaks the mold gets broken apart,
My hair is matted, as if swept by a tornado in the night,
My sleepy eyes squint through the bright morning sun,
This is it.
The final score
Never has it been this hard before
Racquet in my quivering hand
Do not go into no man’s land
Everything has led to this
Reality is the filter.
It's paramount.
It advocates our aspects in every particle of air,
it pumps the hue into our cheeks with every breath.
In every wave of light,
In my own skin
I am me
Its hard to accept, hard to see
Day in and day out
I'm told differently
That everyone should accept the beauty I must be
My skin holds a story
That can not be explained
Without my filter
I still laugh and smile with my friends
I still work hard and get good grades
I still play sports and try my best
With my filter
I'm trying to be someone I'm not
Every word that he spoke dripped from his tongue like a melting popsicle as I was left to try and mop up the puddle. He was a 1000-piece puzzle, a puzzle I convinced myself I could single-handedly solve.
I'm me.
And I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry that sometimes,
I'm too honest.
But who wants to be lied to?
Not I.
Not I, who every time I see a cute guy
I must say hi
Why me? What did I ever to to you?
No, it's why YOU! Why would you attack me?
Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
No, it's why YOU! Why do you think you can do this.
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view
Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view
Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Sepia, black and white,
Nashville, hefe, willo,
Lo-fi, hi-fi,
1977
They all start to look the same
After an hour or two.
Oh wait this one looks good!
When the message becomes the means the master will remain supreme
When visions emancipate themselves from dreams
Freedom eventually welcomes its slavery to the sight of things
I am an artistic soul. I sing, I dance, I make digital art. I am a diverse homosexual male With the essence of a female A flare of masculinity And a celestial heart.
In a room full of people you will see me,
I'll look like the others so it will be hard to notice me,
If you do you'll think that you've discovered me,
You're mistaken and confused by an imagery,
I am a musician
I’m no scientist
I’m no mathematician
I’m no historian
I’m no athlete
I’m no translator
Nor will I be any of those things
I am a musician
So I will be a musician.
What do I look like without a filter?
If you strip away the makeup,
The clothes that are percieved as popular,
And the facade that I wear almost every day,
What is left?
My voice
Is something which my ears fail to define
When it kisses the air, it splinters
Into exactly 2 billion and 3 question marks
Hooking round my pores and
Peppering my flesh with pock-marks of stray
i'm not perfect
and neither are you.
but maybe the first step towards getting the right view of ourselves
is to stop putting just our filtered face forward
and pretending that we are.
A wise man once said,
"If we could physically base peoples apperances off of ones personality today, who would we consider beautiful?"
I would argue that our perception would stay
exactly the same
Stripping away,
Exposing pieces that no one sees.
Who am I?
Who was I?
Who will I be?
Take away the filters,
The makeup,
The clothes that everyone sees.
Reflect within and see myself,
Maybe I was blinded by love, or rather what I thought it was. Maybe I expected too much. Maybe it was my fault, or maybe it was yours. Maybe I was counting on so much more, banking on the feelings you told me you had.
I am a nerd.
A textbook nerd.
Glasses, braces, acne, freckles, a giant graphing calculator,
(It actually clips to my belt)
I play DnD in a basement.
Snowy layers beneath our cold feet,
Warm lights strung above in a line--
When our eyes first meet,
Your warm hand touches mine,
Cold concrete brings ache to his body—unforgiving
Drops pour through a window onto his tired back
Yearning for freedom, he begs for the light of the moon,
Trapped in this nightmare, the pain will not fade.
She stares back at me with her brown squinty eyes,
her lopsided brows raised in apprehension.
She raises her palm and her delicate finger taps the surface.
"I know," she says.
My eyes glaze over.
She knows who she is and knows what she deserves.
She sits upon a throne knowing the sky is hers.
Her walk says it all, her talk says it all.
Many people hate.
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
<3
You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
The impression left on a smooth, glass tabletop
can be faded or everlasting.
Blowing your breath along its surface
and slide nimble fingers across and
for an istance, your words,your symbols and your marks
Sick of division, powered by ambition
Brushed into a corner from their social superstition
What's your favorite color, boy?
White girls are who he enjoys
Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
I feel unnoticed
The girl who stares at her feet while she walks the halls
The one trying to get through another day just like you
I know all of your names
but do you know mine?
why would you need to anyway?
Everyday I wake up,
I think to myself about absolutely nothing,
From the earliest hours where the sun hasn't even shown a ray,
I rise thinking about absolutely nothing.
That peace I get from nothing,
Eyeliner, masacara, eyeshadow,
Concealer, foundation;
All to take me away from me.
Which filter to choose?
How to cover up myself?
Maybe people will like me now.
It comes without effort
Yet it takes so much effort
With the light it becomes burdensome
In the dead of the night is where I find comfort.
Around noon everyone seems to "care"
I am beautiful
Not the size 2, flawless skin, model type
But the stretch marks, dark brown eyes, curvy type.
Love finally found me, alone in my room, despair had eclipsed this old heart like the moon, covering the Sun and blinding my eyes, I called out to God and He heard my cries, I still feel the pangs of being alone, left here to suffer my mind is st
I have never really had a filter.
Not a literal one, however.
In a world full of cover ups and blind dates, I stand alone.
it's hard to believe i'm ***FLAWLESS sometimes
but looking at the evidence, who can deny?
with the way syncopated drum rhythms wrap around my head like a crown
i wake in the morning,
having no warning,
of how i would be looked at
like i have on a funny hat.
i walk through the halls
with no fear at all
knowing that who i am
Yeah, I quit, so what?
Our team was terrible, it sucked
You could tell from the first games
That weren’t on the same page
I was hitting the ball, getting triples
When there is nothing left to do,
I smile.
not an ordinary smile though.
It’s contagious.
Infecting everyone around.
Soon the whole room embraces the same type of grin.
One that says,
I am …..
Broken.
By the strong reigns that peer pressure pulls towards me.
Constantly fighting the battle of not being lonely
No real father in my life honestly it’s not by choice
I am flawless
But for my flaws
Perfect
But for my imperfections
Sacred
Called by his name
Alive
Because of his resurrection.
I am small
But souls heed no size
I am flawless
But for my flaws
Perfect
But for my imperfections
Sacred
Called by his name
Alive
Because of his resurrection.
I am small
But souls heed no size
Graphite. Eraser shavings. Coffee-tinted paper.
It all starts with a blank page and an ephiphany of creativity.
The pencil feels at home in my hand as it glides with precision.
"Who is this? Nigga on IG, always on posting pics.
Never get the chicks.
Always with the shits.
Man that nigga lame.
I blow more L’s and got way more change”
When I was 13 years old, I was sent to a public school. My mom told me to stay strong. To be a tree. With no one to know and no one to know me, I stood alone in the forest society calls middle school.
Its dark and quiet.
Except my night light that shines like a star.
Some how bringing comfort to the emptyness that seems to be lurking around the dark.
My mind begins to conclude maybe its my soul.
Scared.
Scared is a word I could describe this as.
But perhaps,
It's the gentle shedding.
Of old skin, or weathered leaves.
Both things changing.
I am a drop of sunshine in a doubt of uncertainirty.I am a comforting voice in a crowd of chaos.You have a hard time following me? Try harder, because I lead out.
I dont believe in love.Wait actually, I dont believe love exists.Just look at the world.
People rape. People kill.We pollute. We bully.People hurt eachother.We hurt ourselves.
Behind the filter I am Sylvia.
Behind the likes and "thumbs up" I am Lucy.
Before the mascara I am a daughter.
Named by my free spirited parents'
Name sake of shimmering light in the forest.
I'm white.
I'm lower middle-class.
I tan in summer and pale in winter.
But is that me?
Am I just a loose shell covering a jumbled amalgam of bones and sinew?
My cells, my atoms, my DNA, just building blocks
No filter = no likes.
No filter is like going on a date,
without breaking the ice.
(Which is a habit of mine)
No filter is #Fresh Friday
and no #Makeup Monday.
No filter is usually me.
F
The letter placed on my birth certificate indicating that I was born with a vagina.
I have memorized all the break up songs
Cried a thousand times
Remembered your beautiful eyes and face
But…
The memory of what’s behind it
Breaks me up every time
I want to say I love you
Come,
Sit down and view my world
Let me take you in
They say my name
As if it is I that should be ashamed.
And yet, I win another battle
BASIC THATS WHAT THEY CALL ME BUT I AM FAR FROM IT.
18 AND FINALLY GOT THE STRENGTH TO SAY THAT I AM MORE THAN BASIC I AM EXTRAORDINARY.
I MAY STILL BE A CATERPILLAR BUT I'll SOON BECOME A GORGEOUS ADULT BUTTERFLY
Ashes and blackness and hate
Swirl around the little nestling
Struggling to survive the boorish world
It longs to have its fire created
But can never seem to bloom a spark
Why even try? Constantly feeling the need to get their approval and for what? Praise? Recognition? Why is it that you go out of your way for them, after everything? An apology?
All around me I hear laughter,
Yet I am not laughing.
They did not hit me, but inside my soul is hurting.
I look whole, but inside I am just a pile of broken pieces
Waiting, hoping, praying
If you take a look at me, with my piercings, my unnatural hair that feels more natural than the mousey brown I was born with, you can guess
Apparently you didn't want me
But I ain't Trippin'
I'm Still Livin',
I can listen to Drake all night and never get in my feelings
And the shit we're going through
I tried to fix it
How was it so easy to change on me
We use to be so deeply in love
That when you were sad,
I cried
When I was hot ,
You Sweated
When i thought,
You reacted
If you had an enemy
What is it? Why is it? How?
Lunar gone loony
That Jamacian wants bacon
My atlas is torn
and all I can do is watch some porn
and I slide---
Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is filled with a montage of shattering plates,bursting lightbulbs,smashing vases,
Valencia
Merriam told me about how in fishing, a safety net can rid of impurities.
I didn't tell her these were my insecurities.
That within each creature,
lie a heart, a soul, a mind- maybe.
f(x)=a(ng+el)*r[e(y-e)^s]
I am a complex math function
that you cannot understand.
So, what do you do first?
Step 1: Factor completely.
Extract my primes and variables,
Red Dresses by Clacie England
An invincible, cautionary soul
Holds itself high above it’s worth
No misgivings; a person is as tall as they want to be
Breaking social stereotypes
We walk around, seeing the faces of people we think we know.
When in reality, we don't know them at all.
Although, we claim we know them.
Who am I ?
Im a young black African American teen.
The one who always gets in trouble.
Always getting locked behind bars.
Six feet in the ground.
Or a bullet wound.
Who am I ?
Me and You
I was your love and you were my babe
Sounds cliche and cheesy but why not hun
Just a couple of kids who secretely liked the other for years
But this was not known until recent
There's something you don't understand.
Maybe it's the different lives we live
Maybe it was what I was wearing
people keep wondering what the definition of love is. some say its when two individuals have strong feelings for each other, or sex, maybe even abuse.
Who's wild and crazy
A girl who's set free
someone who listens but can talk to those in need
I was staggering, drunk, holding onto my cousin as if she was now my physical crutch as well.
It was pitch black, the trees surrounding us, and if they weren't attached to mother earth,
Do you feel that?
That feeling of pure satisfaction and highness?
Oh, how I love that feeling.
The feeling of the liquid being push into my viens,
I see them down the halls
Hear their hatred along the walls.
Do they not care?
Their words are something I cannot bare.
Why must they pick on me?
All I want is to let be.
I had been dating a boy for two years, seven months, and twenty eight days when he raped me.
Me at my core is nothing more than a little boy
Who wanted a pet dinosaur
A boy who wanted to become rich and famous and become a candy connoisseur
She lays still on the ivory bed
Her pale face devoid of life
I sit near her and hear the rhythm of the machine
It's taunting sounds beating at my chest
How weak of me as I wait
I was a fool A fool for thinking Thinking That we could work You and me forever But that forever is now never Because I was a fool
Myself...
without a mask,
without any reason to hide behind a wall of lies,
exposing the girl who's hidden for so long,
a musician, a girl who seeks to change the world,
Okay soNice to meet ya but I wouldn't wanna be yaBecause being myself only gives me a spellA kind of happiness one could never tell
I'm flawless! I'm handsome, i'm intelligent, and I'm FLAWLESS. No problems ever come my way, today is my day... to show the world that I'm flawless. And all of my worries, leave my mind in a hurry, because i'm flawless.
I am passionate.
When I love something, it is more than love; it is a clawing, aching, inescapable need for more of it.
I love movies, a lot.
There’s a woman there, I can see her.
She stands out to me, it’s her eyes.
Something about the way she’s staring back at me grabs me.
Do you know what it's like to live every day
Dreading your life in every way?
Fearing you'll never be good enough
The minutes get longer and your life gets tough.
And how about that body of yours
Like long standing mountains,
I am weathered and flawed,
Made beautiful by life's disastrous, awesome turns.
I am insecure,
Searching for meaning in a life I once thought I did not deserve.
You are probably wondering what I look like without a filter
I have Flaws
Too many to count
My forehead is too big
My mouth too wide
My skin too dark
I have black heads
Facebook, Twitter, the 'Gram
It's all make believe, like a fairytale
People will go to the 'Gram,
I want young girls to be able to look in the mirror and not want to cry because someone made them believe they were "too curvy" for their liking.
When you look at my face, clean and makeup-free, what is it you see?
Do your eyes linger on the dark bags my blue eyes carry?
Does the mole by my hairline distract you from your initial thoughts?
What if smiles were traded like currency?
Service with a smile is a requisite
Not a nicety
Government bailouts
Would nevermore distribute unevenly
Vibes are consistent
Zeal is flourishing
the girl they see
quiet,
shy,
sweet,
strong,
the girl I am.
loud,
outgoing,
smart,
deep,
I am both girls unfiltered.
and im completely happy,
Corrosive stares deteriorate
the fragile filter my fears create.
This pseudo sense of normality,
is a dam for my creative profligacy.
Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
Here I am.
All alone, yet somehow surrounded, by the lights, the noise, and the all the people, so slow.
Is it slow?
Without a filter I'm just a kid,
Without a father and a mother in prison,
I've seen some things that you'll never see,
Things that make small children scream,
But what you can never see,
I know that I am more shallow plains than mountain tops,
I am more gladiator than gambler, more human than man,
more rusty fork than sliver spoon, more explicit content than censored radio,
Insercurities seem to control us,
drive us to do strange things.
Plastic surgery,
aneorxia,
As long as I can remember, I have tried to compose love like a chemical formula with me as the main component: mixing different elements of a relationship, always using the wrong variables, never reaching that perfection I was searching for.
How does it feel to be trapped behind a screen?
In a world without dimension where perception is key.
We iron our hair and puff out our lips in hopes that they don’t see
What’s real?
See, society has this pre-conceived ideaabout how a black personespecially a black girlshould act.
World hunger, what a shame,
This is a real problem, its not a game,
So many sit back and watch, and they are lame,
Get up and help to make a change,
Once everyone has food on thier plate,
No one else
Under its scrutiny
Its light
Because you are under it
All of your faults on display
Just out there
Exposed
And for
EVERYONE to see
But you must show them
Its a feeling not a knowing.
Curiosity and randomness lead me to you.
I feel so blue.
We are so clueless.
Where to begin and where to end.
Like Thunder Roaring Through The Night
The Sounds of Boom Get Louder Like A Gun Shot Over The Horizon
Cries of Fear Heard From Street Corner To Street Corner
Trees Are Falling Like Soldiers In A Great War
Don't worry I've swept away so many times might as well live in the bristles of a broom,
You are just another face.
You are a statistic.
A number that can be manipulated.
You are a small piece of a chart,
Put into a section,
By someone who doesn’t know your story,
I have a special affinity for the x-ray machine,Faultlessly highlighting my bones, heart, and spleen.
I am more than a genetically modified organismThat was constructed for scientific research.
Small with a big attitude
Accompanied by an even bigger mouth
A sweet, loving smile
that will quickly turn into a pout
Kind of boy crazy... okay maybe a lot
Can't blame me, I mean some are quite hot.
"Look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful' .
I'd repeat it. Look in the mirror and say " I love you".
I'd try , but nothing would come out . I'd go mute.
I spent most of my life trying to hide myself.
When I put a picture up on facebook,
I strive for people to see I'm happy,
I hide all the stress,
Pretend there's no pain,
and act like it's everything okay.
I don't use a filter,
and I don't use vignette,
Behind these bright eyes, happy face, and childish glow,
are scars deep within my soul.
I may be young but it is not hard to grasp,
I'm a shitty photographer
no way around it
They all come out the same
tilted to left, skewed and half-hazard
No gels, lights, editing, or daggers can make an image of mine appealing
inward or outward
NIght comes and goes im in a deep sleep dreaming about what happenes next
i wake up tired and my long day startes i have to use public transportation to get to my destination
My heart made of gold holds intentions so true
Reveal to me your demons held inside of you
Open up and let your guard down a little bit too
Releasing your pain is just what I'll do
The lighting has to be perfect, tilt this way like that
I have to get my hair right, perfect in the back
I need to be beautiful by the majority at least
I need to look like someone, someone other than me
Yeah, everyone knows me as that blonde girl with the perfect body that's never missed a church service,
Or an opportunity to help the needy.
Perfect grades and a high G.P.A., nothin'n acceptance letters.
College kids party.
I don't.
Isn't that enough?
Loner,
describes me.
From parents,
from friends,
from doctors.
I'm not.
I dream.
I act.
Though the world is turning without stopping
people stop in the middle of the street daily to take a little selfie.
Whether it be for Istagram, Facebook, or twitter
you have to make sure you look perfect without posting.
Sometimes you have to reflect
Look back to the past
Take a trip down memory lane
Pop some Advil because there will be pain
Close your eyes and start
What's the first image that crosses your mind?
True beauty, something I wish I'd seen more,
So sue me, something I don't look to screens for.
The true me, not afraid to stand for dreams or
the new me, something the old me would fiend for.
I am that poor girl
whose waning hope
gave birth to passion
Or perhaps I am a pupeteer
with a marionette by the name of
"Semantics"
Some days I am the crisp morning drizzle
Click. Selfie. What I’m wearing to school.
How did I get the clothes? Modeling, working hard.
Click. Selfie. What I’m doing at school.
Studying, friends, teachers. Create explosions and fire.
It's 12 am and I'm starting to realize that I literally want no one else but you and I only want to touch and draw on your skin and I only want your hands on me and I only want to comb my fingers through your hair and I only want your lips to e
Hoping for destination, she
gropes toward brightness,
across spaces like tundras.
I am soft.
Sensitivity is mistaken for weakness
and yet it is the one true strength.
To care, to love, to cry.
I have fought my battles with tears in my eyes
But I won the war.
I will not be deluded
I will not be covered up or watered down
I will not change the way I look to try to conform to society’s ideas
I am unique
Without anything to cover us from the real world
We will show people our true colors
Who we are, really
What we are, actually
Many are afraid to do this
To show the Demon hidden behind the mask
Behind the curtain everybody sees,
a light so bright that cannot be reached,
An eternity full of shame,
Lies, resentment, and carelessness,
All so young yet so dark,
It used to be great,
The world tried to filter me,
To screen me before I came.
They told me, "This is what we want to see,
Please disguise your ugly pain."
"No one likes a whiner," they'd say,
I've learned to enjoy these walks alone
Breathing in the cool, crisp Autumn air.
With each breath I am renewed.
Alone with my thoughts I realize
How beautiful the leaves are,
How majestic the trees are,
I may not be a 4.0 student,
But I am very pudent,
I take rigorous classes,
Even though i do not wear glasses.
#nofilter
On this world of 7 billion
Me? I'm 1 in a trillion
Unlike some of you out there,
I voice my opinion and do not care
If you think I'm right or wrong
That's the secret to staying strong.
“No Filter” you say, as I read the screen
It’s simply written, yet harder than it seems.
Filters are hidden, but omnipresent through life
And without our awareness, they’re becoming our vice.
To describe me, you would have to think of the ultimate geek, without the look
I'm the type of guy that loves to play football, but also read a manga book
I love to run, and run. till my lungs feel like they're gone
I am a DREAMER.
This world isn't
complicated,
grey,
confusing,
or bland.
This world is full of opportunity
and color.
What we can do is LIMITLESS.
It all closes in on me
I’m suffocating
Gasping for each breathe
I can’t fill my lungs
There’s not enough oxygen
The pressure eats at me
I’m worn down
Struggling to make ends meet
Walking in the hall of high school, masses of students passing you by. Some recognized you and wanted to compliment your stylish clothing.
Everything is created
In a Bang
We bang
to create life
The Universe bangs to create Life
We bang ingredients to build a cake
We bang our heads to make a mistake.
Everything is just a bang.
On
Always on
In our hands we look
Lighting up our face
Words flash
color bash
technology hold us
And we can let go
He Stood Tall
Forever growing
Tall as a mountain
Larger than a Building
He's an Idea that is always growing
One day you were there
By my side
Hand in hand
Than one day you left
No words were spoken
you
Were
Gone
Waiting for you
Hoping someday
You'll return.
I have been writing for almost a decade now and what I’ve learned
Is that poetry is damn dangerous,
But it is the only safety I’ve ever found in my life.
Walking down the halls I see it everywhere
In some way shape or form bullying is going on.
This needs to stop.
I am but one person but my voice is heard by thousands.
Mirror,
Mirror.
you can see me,
but can you hear me?
Please tell me you're not like them,
you don't just see what's on the outside,
you can hear me.
You know me,
Pay attention to the eyes,
the windows to who she really is.
Meet Miss Hyde.
Spontaneous she is
Outspoken, yet respectful.
Life of the party and responsible
Definition of style,
Every aspect of my life has
Always been a splintered crack
between myself and who I wanted to portray.
It wasn't my fault.
I just wasn't good enough.
I was not satisfied with who I was,
I remember the dark road
The road I left behind
I remember the knife in my hand
and the thought in my mind.
For so long I sat
My dreams were all blind
But I would no longer wait
Underneath the scars
That cover my skin
And the fabric of my being within
Caked in the long extant scab that once was a collection of thin scrapes,
When I close my eyes
I'm travelling
with backpacks hanging off of me
they aren't heavy
because they're just enough
I hide behind a mask of hurt, insecurity and rejection.
Maybe its because I was never a boy's first selection, not having an hour glass figure really killed
I have two faces but I only show one
No one knows my true face, none
All you can see is my mask
Nobody even cares to ask
Who cares?
My real face shows my trepidation
A man once told me
He told me you see
That you can be anything
You wish to be
But what he says
And what I see
Are nothing but visions
Of obscurity
The mirror reveals
"I love you, sweet heart"
No, you wanted me.
"You're my little girl"
No, I was your toy.
"I didn't hurt you"
Yes, you did.
"You're such a spaz"
I'm sorry, I just get excited.
It’s too easy to fake a smile,
force a laugh,
say “I’m doing well”
It’s too easy to go with the flow,
to become clichés,
to rely on autopilot.
It’s too easy to slather on foundation,
Rumor has it that scars of gold kept you hidden
behind a veil of words that were forbidden to hear,
and the tattoos of watercolors began to slosh around on your marble skin,
until no single pigment could be found.
I stand behind the curtains of an unaccepting society
Pulling at the seemingly infinite weight
Yearning to be nothing but myself
The curtain weighs down with
He/she
I protest -
Not for
peace
in this
world -
We will
have no
peace -
I protest -
I Scream
for
thought -
I refuse
to remain
at peace -
"The road less traveled"
Frost was and is still onto something.
We, humans are so scared and dependent:
Waiting for someone establish and cultivate a barefaced modus operandi.
When I had no place to go, your door was closed.
And when I knocked, I heard it lock.
So I let the rain cover me, and as it flows with my tears,
I know that I will soon have to face the mirrors.
Fidgeting, sweating palms, racing heart-
Please relax I say; my insecurities can rip me apart.
I'm so scared, on the fringe of fright.
This disorder makes me believe that I'm not at all bright.
People judge me by the looks and the actions they see daily.
It is hard to show them the real me.
The reason I don’t show the real me because I’m afraid
"Shes strong beautiful has the whole world at her hands"
yet shes sad scared and surrounded by everyone yet feels so alone
"Shes Beautiful.."
She Cant stand to take full body pictures
"Shes confident"
My illness defines me,
I see no way around it.
They don't believe in me,
They think me weak,
They think me fragile,
They think me suicidal.
The people who should care for me.
I am a slave to their words,
a mutt in their eyes,
for bastards like me were not meant to survive,
I have the face,
the nose, eyes, and lips of a Salabie,
a rich man’s name,
I was handed a mask at a very young age.
Society offered, and like the rest I took the bait.
I’m on the inside looking out
Biding my time till I can stride out
I push and I pull and I purposefully repeat
But these durable bonds are unbreakable
My unlivable cage is indestructible
I yearn to be free
I am more than a face you may remember.
I am her.
I am that girl who is the most liked in school.
I am that girl who everyone loves.
I am that girl that everyone admires.
I am that girl who all the school boys like.
I don't know what you see
But is it really me
I hide behind so many different things
Sweats on the regular
Books are more interesting
Very few friends
Because I am no means to an end
The sun is rising.
It’s time for another day
I get up
Put on my mask
Pull the curtains shut
Start playing the hologram.
There’s a person moving across the stage
Do you know the girl behind the mask?
Everyone thinks they do; they could not be more wrong.
Photography saved her when pain changed her,
Reality made her the very thing she had feared;
Who am I? Who are you?
A mirror.
I am you. I am the reflection of you. The true you. Your heart. Your soul. Your inner being. Your every essence. You have an indelible presence.
Changes don’t happen overnight;
but if they did, think of it this way:
dusk is the beginning of the bad stuff.
The darkness sets in slowly,
and then all at once,
I wake up to darkness
and trip my way to the bathroom
click
the light illuminates the reflection
of a stranger
I have worn my mask so well it has become who I am
In grade 7, I had an idea.
A man.
He leads a tiresome, boring life,
And when he sleeps,
He escapes in his dreams.
How beautiful, I thought,
A man so in control of his dreams.
How I long for the center stage
To be finally out of this mental cage
How I wish to be who I want to be
and to live happy, properous, and carefree
But if I show my very true form
Warmth enfolds me.
The cleansing current upon my spine,
without it I'd be filthy,
and safety no longer mine.
I remain concealed, behind this curtain,
due to my most solemn doubt.
A friendly face,
for friends and family,
naive grins, boisterous laughs,
plastered across their visage.
A familiar fellow,
warm, kind, and blithe,
never a stranger, or visitor,
A facade of what you want me to be.
You want nice, I am perfectly pleasant
You want smart, I am intelligent
You want silent, I am mute
When people need me I am there
The man behind the glass mirror
striding with the shadows
the voice behind the tranquil singer
is he deep in care or is he shallow?
He is neither subdued nor self-centered
All that separates us is a curtain.
The one you’re looking at-
The side made of
Sugary pink fabric-
Is the side I show you.
I decorate it with
Bright lights of hopes,
It surrounds me.
It consumes me.
The black fog that fills my mind.
It only comes when I'm at my lowest.
It knows when it's welcome.
That's the problem, I welcome it.
With open, raw arms.
Why should I feel lesser because you are jealous?
Why should I feel like I should jump off a moving train because I have friends?
Why should my best friend belittle me for making changes in my life?
We want change.
We want a revolution.
We want to make a difference.
We want peace.
We want to stop seeing young people dying in the streets.
We want equal love for everyone.
We want to mean something.
Fiting into my jeans is almost as difficult as fiting in with everyone else.
The fear of never being wanted is almost as scary as my fear of being "that girl."
I am strong.
I can stand tall and proud.
I can tak care of myself.
I can do anything.
I can be anything.
I can take on the world all on my own.
I am an independent woman dammit.
I am a wallfower
around, but never really noticed.
To others it seems like I have my life together,
but actually I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.
To my friends I'm the quiet one who's along for the ride.
There was a conversation that never happened
Not even a deleted scene
More like a storyboard
Lost
An idea cut from the first draft
And you are costarring
Shuffles of papers of decks of cards
Rearrange, restage the stars.
“I like stars.” Reception: laughter.
The gates have cracked
The walls have fallen
I don’t want to go back
I found myself here
I cannot let this go
Why do I feel like I have to hide,
If we are all a little broken inside?
Maybe I am ashamed or at times a little scared,
but I shouldn’t have to feel this way.
I wish I could make them accept me,
My life has been full of secrets
My thoughts much protected
My personality a big puzzle
My Reflections
As I stand between two mirrors
I expect to see my own reflections
But I don't
The mirror in front of me I see the relfection of a warrior
A warrior with a vicious look and a sly smile
I've made a deal with Mephistopheles,
One signed in crimson blood.
I resigned a significant portion of myself
To a hell in which you can't even imagine
And for no greater reason than
Little ones, afraid of the dark,
know more than we do.
They know secrets are in the dark,
When people see me
They don't really see me
The smiles
The laughs
The "I-don't-really-give-a-fuck-about-it-all" attitude
Is what keeps me safe
My own chest seizes at the sound of sobs
Watching rose petals fall from their stems with ease
Remember
How a touch of sweat will form ink globs
"A Poem Written at One in the Morning on a Random Thursday" or "Maybe Curtains and Masks Aren't So Bad After All" or "A P
This is what happens when I speak my mind.
"All you do is complain all the time."
This is why I can't be me.
Because, you see, to me, my life is just not complete.
I know I'm not perfect.
Thick thighs and basic brown eyes,
Stretchmarks from growing too fast,
Calloused fingers from instruments, sports, painting,
drawing, writing, clumsiness, and burns,
What constitutes a mask?For me, bright eyes, dazzling smiles,and false perfectionsconceal the truth.
Im fearless and flawless with my feet on the ground
And I keep going with my head in the clouds
My heart beat, beats and I'm not slowing down
I stand out from all of the crowds
I woke up like this.
Natural.
No makeup.
I worked for this.
Curls.
Products and oil.
I threw this on.
Clothes.
Skinny jeans and a hoodie.
If I were less afraid I would have turned myself inside out and shown you even the darkest sublevels of my conscience.
I would have scooped out my thoughts
Like the innards of a pumpkin
There is something holding me back
Perhaps a nagging feeling in my head?
Every time I see a reason to offer help
I tell myself I would jump
At the opportunity.
Arrant and austere,
Highs and lows.
No in between
Just excessive extremes
Of commendable and baneful times,
Blissful and despairing moments
That altered me
Into whom I am.
Curtain?
What curtain?
My face screams agony wherever I wander
Between the lines of a soft smile
And the Gap in my two front teeth
I laugh, for the pain is too great
Chin up
Eyes open
This is you
You are here
You are real
The darkness has finally faded
No one can bring you down
No one can hurt you.
staring at a crowd- a clique of friends
but, alas, I am not one of them
walking on the outskirts, outsider looking in
sitting in the back, needing some oil for my tin
congratulations I'm the first one
Do I need your approval,
For anything in my life?
Do I need your judging,
your input, your thoughts?
I'm stubborn aloof, unemotional.
But,
I'm creative, ambitious, original.
Day by day boisterous people walk my way
I sit in classrooms with people who speak their minds
Their confidence is so high they don't care what they say
Oh how I wish I could be the same way
The world only sees
What I want them to see
The true me is a mystery
I crumble behind the scenes
I smiled once today
And it was a miracle, see,
For the first time in months
The doors open for shows at seven,
And prohibit customers past eleven.
When the time comes and the clock strikes the hour,
Hundreds of people charge into the tower.
Swarms of customers all rushing about,
At the break of dawn, after the sun’s come and gone,
When it’s pouring rain, when you’re in searing pain,
When the icy wind blows, and the gray clouds snow,
After two hours of sleep, and all you want to do is weep
I speak loudly and I speak proudly
about everthing about me
Ask me any question
and I'll give you a dissertation
I wear my heart on my sleeve
And so it's hard for people to believe
Let me start off by saying I was a victim,
I was beat down and taken advantage of,
Three girls, those were my bullies
Physically, emotionally abusive.
I was told that I'm black and ugly,
just smile
because it’s easier than to confess
just wave
as if somebody could care less
just go
and maybe you’ll soon progress
just stand
even if you’re below the rest
they say
Dancing around as if no one is watching when there are many eyes
Coming up with catchy tunes that can appear on the radio
Dressing in a style that is whimsical, free, and unique
On the steep ledge, i reached behind me
a flower appeared of the ordinary
as my eyes started to close
the world seemed to immediately freeze
i forced my lids open
and trembled in the cold quiet breeze
I sit in class bored out of my mind
The teacher reads, but I'm far behind
Hamlet's asking, "To be or not be?"
I'm asking, "Do I want to be me?"
Do I have to decide right here and now?
You'd be surprised to figure out who hides behind these lies,
You'd be surprised to figure out who smiles while in disguise,
It's me, the girl who you see smiling all the time,
My color for years has been gray,
Whenever I showed my true colors poeple would stray away,
They dont realize my enthusiasm was my raw ambition,
Although their opinions sting its their ammunition,
I remember how the shackles fit
since I was three years old
and noticed that my brother had cars
and I had an apron lined with
silver bars, they trapped my dreams
they hid my screams under a noxious smell
The crevices of my soul
Are left untouched by the purest of men.
They do not craft me, I craft myself.
A pretty picture I paint to the world,
I've heard it said that to see a mans true face, you need only give him a mask. 'Why give someone something we all construct anyways?' I ask.
Flawless... long legs, beautiful face, gorgeous body.
Those are merely simple definitions that describe a little piece of this passionate word.
Who do I say,
Do I say that I am?
What am I now,
Am I now that I was?
When will it be,
Will it be truly me?
Where does this end,
Does this end with a dream?
Oceans rolled,
Soft little kitten, not quite yet a cat.
Sick of the secure and warm caring lap.
Wanted to explore and do things on his own.
My drive is singular, self-relient, unparalleled.
So please, back five feet away-
It is for your own safety.
She is composed of the finest leather seats;
Durability.
I’m not supposed to call it mine
My anxiety and depression isn’t supposed to be mine,
I’m supposed to distance myself because somehow that helps.
Somehow saying it isn’t mine
makes it okay
I laugh, I play, I laugh some more,
And make sure that the world is smiling.
I watch and joke and play along,
Not once do I think of reti'ring.
Just one, now two, now three then four,
When I look in the Mirror
I am Flawless
I have two brown eyes
that you know are so rare
Masks are a tricky task. Something we can only percieve. They lead to schemes,screams and being mean.
I was quite fearfully made
my love for Him continues
as my faith remains the same.
The open-minded turn back
as for me I strive to be
a faithful disciple from
His tremendous example.
Look in the mirror...
Dang, that's nice!
I like what I see?
Maybe...
Look at my grade...
Dang, that's nice!
I like what I see?
Heck yea!
Who am I? to be exact.
Well don't we all wonder that.
We each think we are one way or another,
but act so differently with eachother.
Myself, I think I'm curious and smart,
Wondering if I'll ever be perfect in your eyes
I try to stay strong enough to survive the pain
I feel on the inside, I feel so lost and hidden
while you stand so tall and confident,
A girl born mid February
Such little did they know
Soon leaping, skipping, dancing girl
They planned to watch her grow
They took her home that very night
Curtains
I hide from myself
From the fears
The doubts
The insecurity
I show a different me
A me that is confident
Joyful
Loving
Flaws and All
They say,"Just make sense of it all".
When all I see is confusion.
I let these pieces fall where they may until I'm disillusioned.
Keep my gaze down,Headphones glued in my ears.Smile at the right moments.Do the right moves, say the right lines,And no one will ever suspect a thing.No one will know that I struggle.
I'm not going to lie
I'm full of flaws
I'm full of imperfections
I'm diiferent, but that difference makes me shine brighter than the sun
I'm flawless in my own WAY
"Hard work beats talent when talent dosn't work hard."
A quote from the superstar Kevin Durant entering his rookie season.
You push so long and feel as if nothing is moving forward,
Beep Beep Beep Beep BeepWake up ugly, here's anouther day to be made fun of.What is that on your face?Anouther pimple?Well it'll have to do.Four pounds of makeup, and you're still barely presentable.
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT HOW I KNOW WHO I AM AND CANT COME OUT OF A CURTAIN THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN OPENED
I can't appear from an open curtain,
I am quite rather uncertain,
because everyone already knows wo I am,
I don't understand,
How to appear from an open curtain.
Oh that the lovely flower, which has everlasting powerGhost that holds the flower has taken an hourWho, by chance will grow?And no one will ever showBut, if the winds decide to blow
Silently in the halls I walk
Thoughts and images crowd my head
No words exist to let me talk
Rogue feelings weigh me down like lead
I've built stories inside my head
I don't understand why in today's world
It's sexy to be thin
To have so little fat, so little curves
It's just bones under skin
And among so many beautiful girls
Not one of them loves
Education though,
it's awful.
I walk into school and want to turn around and go
School sucks and should be unlawful.
Education though.
Education isn't fun but you know what is?
Waffles.
I am Flawless
Not Flawless in the sense of,
Perfect bouncy curls that catch the sunlight
Smooth skin without blemishes
A slim figure, but still womanly
These things are not what makes someone Flawless
Flawless Dancer
The lights brighten and the curtain rises.
I stand motionless...
Shaking.
Looking at the long mirror I go to peek at the astonshing image shown
I see a confident girl looking cute in her school's plaid skirt
she seems ready to charge the day.
I can't always pretend
That I've got everything together,
Showing no emotion like a man.
I can't always wear a brave face
When things plummet downhill.
I want to disappear without a trace.
Why say how I got this flawless?
Everyones perfect
God did not create you jawless.
So speak up erect,
With dignity and pride.
Tell EVERYONE who'll hear
No matter who you are, thin or wide
I step onto the stage
ready to entertain,
but people do not know
Behind the curtain
I left my shame.
Fantasies are what they are seeing.
What draws you into hell?
Why do they bother hearing
What makes me flawless is my beauty,
My beauty is not only on the outside but also in the inside.
What makes me flawless is the love that I have towards Rene.
My flawless love towards him is unending.
Lost in mind
Lost in heart.
Clouds lay my mind
Confusion rest in my heart.
Decision are made
Only when the mind is clear.
Choices are best
When the heart is rest.
Somewhere between being born and finding you in the land we call living,
People look at me
they wish that they could be
a swimmer like me.
My hair has become
a beautiful blonde color
from the amount of chlorine
that is absorbed by it everyday.
Flawless is now mistakes
Flawless is perfection
Flawless is dents and scrapes
Flawless is scars and brokeness
Flawless is you and I
Flawless is loving more not less
Flawless is at least you try
My pits are flawless
It's a weird trait
But it's true
Smooth skin
Light hair
Deodorant commercial quality
I
love
my
armpits
Few people can say
Engulfed in a deep slumber,
I hear the eradicating sound of the alarm clock.
As I slowly come to my senses,
they ask me,
If you could be straight, would you?
but things would've been different
if i got to choose,
I am a calm guy who loves hockey.
I wonder where I'll end up career wise.
I hear the stress my parents exert night after night.
I see smoothe ice ready to be played on.
I want a life with no worries, stress free.
~a heart once so pure
Heavy with burdens
~Smiles turn to gold
Shy to break, soft to hold
~molded in flawless to be just flaws
~A heavy broken smile is all I am
My hair was too long, but I cut it and it’s too short
My mouth was too loud, but I shut it and there’s still sound
My heart was still aching, but I broke it and it still beats
Addicted. Insecure.
Lonely. Boring.
My curtain hides me
keeps me from being hurt again.
It hides how lonely I am
How much I crave touch
But I'm too afraid to reach out for it.
Look at that tree
All scratched up and worn
With it's branches turning
Towards the sun
And even with it's diversity
It remains flawless
The branches provide shade
Some people hide behind a curtain,
But I wear a mask.
My mask needed no purchase,
It came with my costume of skin,
and can not be recieved via pay pal nor cash.
I wear this mask every day
The thick red vale that hides my face
makes me claustrophobic.
The smell of my faults and failures over rides my senses.
Let me out.
Let me out!
Always happy on the outside.
Behind the curtains you could find, a mystery so deep, no soul itself merely could define.
She was a beautiful disaster, awaiting to unfold.
Shielded from the bitterness of society, one that can be so cold.
There is a me behind the mask
I look in the miror and try to ask
About my past to see a me
that no one else can really see
or be a person I want to be
and in person to really see
who is the real me
Some people love me for who I am
Others hate me for what they see
Some respect me for what they see
Others look down on me for who I am
I make mistakes
I embarrass myself
please dont ask me to
write about our love
or about us at all
because i can only
write poetry
on the things that kill me
and if you want a
poem from me
You didn't tell me you
loved me
in so many words
but in the way you
looked at me
and held me
you didn't tell me
goodbye
in so many words
It sucks being the ugly, quiet, rude, sarcastic, emotionally unstable friend with the attention span of a goldfish.
A cry echos as a childs first breath is taken in this world
the joy in his mother
the pride in his father
If I didn't change methen I don't know how I'd beI've lived my life through broken memoriesof who I once wasmixed with all the people who have shaped meinto the thing I am today
Dear little angel, I love you so
I'll never ever let you go
Since my heart to you belongs
I thought I'd put it in a song
You'd laugh and cry and fall asleep
Your body was just too weak
God, I lie under this towering oak,
The whole of nature at peace in this silent still shot,
In the frigid November,
Utterly confused.
A year ago,
This prison wall, this masquerade drains life
Every time I fall into it's trap.
I all alone build barriers from strife,
Though hurt inside I still force out a laugh
I paste a smile no matter what I feel
Play Pretend
Imagine:
There is a girl standing by herself, observing her features and physical characteristics in a mirror.
Sometimes I'm the Earth.
I have a thin
Yet impenetribaly dense
Crust all around me.
Nobody is allowed to go in.
Nobody.
Unless they want to burn to death with me.
If this title defines who I am to society,
Shouldn't it speak volumes?
It should -
But fuck society!
I am a proud, closeted pansexual
With a romantic heart and a dirty mind.
There are mountains we must move in life
To get to the hills we sit atop
To watch the sun rise and set.
I lag from a torn leg and a broken heart,
But the blisters on my feet tell me,
"It's okay to struggle."
man my minds a train wreck so explosive but nobody knows what's going on cuz I show no emotion. I don't feel the need to tell people my problems.simply because my problems are my problems.
Whisper in my ears “I love you”
For it is an act of my ecstasy
Those words I live for daily
The love we shared eternally
Whisper in my ears “I love you”
For it etched a tattoo in my soul
How heavy was I for 9 months?
Was I a bothersome lodger?
Did I ruin your sleeping pattern?
Through my kicks and summersaults?
As a toddler I ran around
You chase and caught me with tickles
Started my day before sunrise
Started my day after noontide
Started my day at witching hour
16 or 12 hours, all shifts I devour
Started my day with sarcastic smiles
My heart was once your home.
Lucky for the girl who have your heart now
Lucky, for she finally captured what was once mine.
Be happy, I know you already are.
I want to be happy for you
I love my dimples
I love bellowing laughter
I love being loud.
I love violin
I loe making punny jokes
I love seeing smiles.
I love uniqueness
Because I am not like you
It's dark in here.
I'm dark in here.
I'm not myself in here.
I'm alone in here.
People all around me are moving.
Im standing still.
There is no one to love in here.
Me.
I am a simple person.
I strive to be the best. Perfection.
I am dedicated. Strong. Proud.
I am smart. Beautiful. Joyous.
Me.
I am an intricate person.
I long for rest. Tranquility.
This fear I feel is formed from my imagination. Constantly contemplating where my life will be stationed.
I am a bird.My voice holds the powerto sing you to sleep—to lull you into a dreamlike state of mind.
Sometimes love isn't enough to keep loved ones from breaking
It's part of this game we're all playing, dark against light,
Who will win?
I write this now in the mist of darkness, captivated by the thoughts that have been longing to erupt.
Though I smile each time you see meAt a glance you say my eyes glistenI feel alone while thousands swarm around meThe tears filling the corners of my eyes plead for you to listenI swore they were all accidents
My mom likes to think I'm just like her
That I love crowds of people and constant noise
That I love calling all attention to myself
And that I like conflict
My mom thinks I hide my real self from the world
A structure alone
Of jointed bones
With a thin layer
Of mortal beauty
Fair skin and dark eyes
Fair heart and dark mind
Oh I pray that this
Is all there's to me
Stress, sadness, fear,wory. I have a mask to cover
that up. Boredom, anger, doubt, loneliness, confusion,
regret. I can hide it. There truly is no know emotion
No one knows you like I do.
We both hide there,
behind the curtain.
The red one,
stained with tears, resentment and fears
accumulated over the years.
From the moment I walk into the door,
Up runs a familiar face.
Huge chocolate eyes open wide and a mouth open even wider,
A small rosy tounge drips with excitement.
The only sounds to be heard are
I am lusting after the red melon green lights
making amber on your skin
A cool wind blows past my shoulder
I turn to you and you look back to me
Flecks of sunlight fall through the cracks left by the trees and lay gently on your face
I smile as you reach your hand to my cheek
I love the rain
not because of the smell
or because it makes the flowers grow
but because
when I stand beneath it
I can breathe
I am made anew
It washes away my transgressions
Your eyes Benjamin, why do they droop?
Why new quarter, do you feel like plastic?
Why, paper dollar, are you so thin? What makes you valuable?
Money.
We kill trees for corporate needs.
I love the sharp pain
And the loud bang
Of a laced leather glove
Driving through your brain
Many call it " the salvage science"
I call it organized violence.
What would I change?
Shall I start with the ignorance haze
Consisting of obscuring fear
Blinding people to yell, "The end is near!"?
When they cause their end
And the farewells to their friends
Who am I?
A question even I don't know,
For this face I do deny,
And body try to hide,
This mask as my disguise,
Every mirror will catch my eye,
To eat I have to try,
Anorexia.
It is you, are the one
Out of all the things I love
I could talk about you the most
A year ago, you found me
Drenched in a shirt of tears
Struggling
At the brink of losing hope
I said i'm going to rise to the top of the mountain....wait wait wait...
I said I'm going to rise to the top of the mountain.
Stand on this stage declaring my Name,say.
Because I am a king, ayee.
Hello, my name is SomeBody
And this goes out to society and everybody that refused to let me be me
Becaue yall led me to believe that I had to live up to the standards and expectations that yall and society told me had to be
If i could change a thing
it'd be my community
in my school
for all of us to be us
even if we wore a hat
or not
so we wouldn't have to face alone
the terrors that ensued
Time seems fluid.
You and I are just floating through.
Time stretches on and on,
Until the day has ended
And the darkness is surrounding.
The rising sun
I begin with a universal statement: Growing up sucks.
being caught in the in between sucks in a lot of ways,
and everyone has dipped their toe in the primordial pool of puberty
Plants are like people,
They all come in different colors
Just like Whites, Asians or Hispanics
Come in all shades,
Like all the colors of people.
Just because I am Hispanic,
In his essay "Self-Reliance," Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote,
"Society is a joint-stock company, in which...The virtue in most request is conformity."
Is this not the same society that taught me that everyone was unique?
Donuts
I don't mind if my studies whirl me through space and time,
Time, the dime that pays for our studies, our crimes,
The buddies, the lines, defined in our minds,
We just lost a brother
He brought joy in our lives
Now tears to our eyes
We just lost a brother
A child hides behind his mother’s strength,
It seems his fear has grown to impossible lengths.
Day after day, the strangers keep passing,
All I do is love you
But look what you put me through
You come home drunk, angry and swinging
I cower in fear awaiting the stinging
The Slam Behind the Curtain.
What a curious sound.
They looked, and looked,
but it was just me they found.
They keep on looking past me,
eyes searching up high and low.
I see you.
I hear your words.
I feel your tears as they fall,
forbidden from your eyes.
Oh how your sadness consumes you.
Outside
lies the false imagery of peace.
Envellopped by nature,
the world, the sky,
I'll take in the aura
there, i no longer feel shy.
I'll look closer at things
I wouldn't notice with them
I'll relax at my root
Envellopped by nature,
the world, the sky,
I'll take in the aura
there, i no longer feel shy.
I'll look closer at things
I wouldn't notice with them
I'll relax at my root
A serene statue lost in the crowd
Scarred wrists and stolen innocence
Playing war and failing at failing in
the constant game of survival
A coffee too bitter to sweeten with milk and sugar
As I look in the eyes of those passing by me,
I can't help but see the sorrow.
The helplessness these kids must feel.
If only they knew who to turn to.
While I'm weeping,
I will worship.
Longing to take part,
But not wanting to lose who I am.
So I sit back in silence,
and let them think as they wish.
Still there's a longing in my heart
to open up and take part.
She waved goodbyr to her mama and scurried skippingly to class. Her mother gave her a half smile and sped off to work, not saying goodbye she was already late. Not knowing this was the last she'd see of her duaghter.
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!
For he is not his usual driven, loved, bright eyed and bushy-tailed self.
He lays there having suffered a great lost, a part of himself, and at all cost...
She sits as a mute everyday, when speaking pushes her heart. She looks with a stoic face, when a smile threatens to break her face. She listens with a tentative ear, when she is tired of hearing.
This is my body.
I do what I want.
This is my body,
Not your’s.
This is my blood.
It will shed
Only
Every month
Of my life.
This is my body, too.
The face in the mirror
The face in my mind
The face they all see
and the face that I hide
none of them real
but none of them fake
Society is the door
and I should be the window
The true me
Can’t you see?
The weight of the world is constantly weighing on me
Like the branch of a tree,
Delicate, Stiff, Weak.
I can’t show the real me
Because someone might see
I was on a train headed back to my college after visiting home for the weekend.
I took advantage of the ten-and-a-half hour ride to write an essay for World Literature.
English is my intended major
Scholl Started
but what does that mean?
The fun is gone?
No it is still here
I can now see my friends all together
It is such a great feeling to be reuinted with the ones you care about
I like the sound that emmits from my headphones,
the colors that cover the pages of my sketchbook.
The sun that shines so warmly when I sit out on my porch,
Literally heaven for even just a few minutes.
If I could change the world,
everyone wouldn't be rich and hardworking,
they would be happy.
Rather than worrying about having the most up-to-date iPhone,
people would focus on spending quality time with family.
A baptism.
Though maybe not.
A popular fear,
I call it my home.
Diving in I feel alive
Letting bubbles play chase
They reach for the sky,
I reach for the depths.
I wish someone would ask why my mask is cracked
I wish they would pry it away and find the scars under it I hide
to expose the rotting peeling flesh of depression
and the putrid green colouration of anxiety
Who I am to you?
A woman.
A woman who has fun.
Who like to venture out and dance.
A woman with motivation and focus.
Someone who likes to run and lift.
A fashionista.
The sky looks dark
The sun comes out but cannot be seen
The coughing begins
The air is as thick as soup
Slam! whats that?
Out there in the dark
The truth has escaped,
The bleeding of my heart
I've held in this pain
But now its run free
I've gone go the dark side
Everyone knows of me
fourteen years of age, turn the page, rearrange
your life, your meanings, forget your name
the next eight years of your life will change
things will no longer be the same, oh how they've change
I don't know how i came to be.
When a deer approaches...
I am suddenly a deer.
I hear the breaking of twigs,
the whoosh of the leaves stirring.
I watch the deer graze...like an alarm for impending hell.
You, are a good actor.
Able to make me fall in and out of love so easily.
But I, am a good audience.
I've seen this kind of show before.
Who am I?
A question subject to everyday society.
Nothing more.
One that thinks for the better
And acts for a cause.
Concealment…
Unnecessary.
Life kept justified if otherwise
I just cant seem to get you off my mind, maybe it'll just take some time but it feels
I wish I could say that I was a
witness to the stars,
but that is a lie.
I would say I am a witness to the majesty of the great ocean,
but that is also a lie.
You say "write me into a poem" but the only poem I ever wrote soley for you, were three words you never wanted to hear. Three words that come out as a rush off the end of my tongue like a waterfall.
the Stars make me happy.
the Way they’ve lived an eternity
evolving, but not changing.
To be heard is one thing
To be understood is a whole other topic
I don’t want my words to be a fling
They need to be toxic
I want others to feel my pain
To grasp the emotion from the page
Summer is over
And the school year has begun
Gotta hit the sack early now
Instead of Chasing The Sun.
Summer is over
No more Twerking In The Rain
Gotta hit the books now
Chorus:
I'm stressed out
A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do
I'm stressed out
I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room
I'm stressed out
Fingers brush over my skin
That is soft but resistant with moisture.
Brushes tease my grasp.
This is art with brushes that doesn’t need a canvas.
I’m not organized,
It's chaos.
" Lead, follow, or get out the way," says Pastor Rojas.
We, as humans, limit ourselves because we're afraid.
We're afraid of the failures that will consume us
Were afraid of the criticism
I write for myself
a girl who's perceived as
small, quiet, and has nothing to say.
i write for myself
because I too have thoughts,
thoughts that stayed unspoken,
waiting their turn
God.Some of you may cringe because I said His nameBecause you expect me to be religiously insane.But I’m just another human, like you who’s got something to say,
I can compare your eyes to an arrow.
Every second piercing through my mind.
All of these memories bring me sorrow.
Can I go back in time just to rewind?
It is unbearable to see you here,
Magnificant form of
Art, not to be
Knocked on.
Exciting beauty in
Unthinkable hues.
Paramount in my interestes.
Everybody loves a girl that is confident.
Everybody loves a girl that is beautiful.
She used to be the girl wrapping up school lunch to take home
She used to be the girl who never had new clothes
She used to be the girl who needed help
They are the family that sleeps hungry
Twas a dark night.
The sky was a black void
And stars shined freely.
Wind was blowing swiftly as I stood alone.
I was given but one mission,
To get rid of a greatly known villain.
If someone is in need,
their guardian I will be.
Need a hand?
Your wish is my command.
Is everything all right?
You can tell me, do not be in fright.
This smile I wear,
You are more important
And you shouldn’t feel my torment
I tried so hard to hide myself
Despite signs of declining health
When I descend into the chasm
Of my idealized phantasm
Tori
Content, friendly, and dramatic
Lover of modeling, fine arts, and vacations
Who feels nervous for the future, wholesomeness with life, and comfort from my caring family
From the outside
Just another robot
Going through the motions
Stuck behind this curtain
Afraid to pull it back
I take a look around
At all the other robots
Going through the motions
I'm cursed, on the inside I'm hopeless & vacant;
I seek help for I need some sort of placement;
I struggle to understand and how to feel;
Am I a monster, for I must not be real;
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)
Child upon the horse
Horse runs strong with a spirit
He sees through the lies
Spirit brings life to the girl
Something won't let me open up.
Maybe it's the looks of judgement from others that are really looks of envy.
"How was your day?"
"Okay."
Because "okay" is
Less of a lie
Than "Good" or even
"Fine."
O
K
A
Y.
Each letter is thick,
Another layer between
Me and the world.
My shoes squeak, my hair rustles, and my eyes wander. But I am neither heard, felt, nor seen.
Students with satisfied smiles and amused eyes scramble before me, hustling to their next class.
Traveling slowly through the thickness of Time
As others gallop, trot, amble and stand still with it,
Time pulls me back, embracing me in every
dull, dank, drastic memory that is withheld,
Once there was a man who left
and his little girl was sad
she cut her wrists and bleed for him
as she wished to call him, dad
there was an incident that spurred the path
the family was split
Ooh, Ooh, For you I had a change of heart, Don't know where to start, What I'm about to say may surprise you, But now I see it clear Life ain’t always fair, What can you do, When you don't wanna hurt him, Cuz you don't deserve him, And there's no
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
The man behind the curtain, the face behind the mask.
One beautiful soul, behind a treacherous task.
A woman of inseurity, concentrating on what she lacks-
Occupational Therapy
Autism
With each new experience,
My love grows.
Autism
Puzzle pieces that need a home.
Its funny that this Slam was chosen, I had written a litteral poem my freshman year literally called "The Mask"
The mask is constructed
To hide you away
You appear happy
You appear kind
I wanted to be a professional juggler by the time I left high school
I wanted to make a name for myself by juggling five things at once
Classes
Sports
Friends
Family
Sleep
Then I dropped sleep
I've learned to see my vices as my virtues.
It prevents me from conforming to living the status quo.
My brutal honesty is not liked by many,
Hello and goodbye
the same each day
waiting for something new
something different
a sign that life can get better
I'll smile at you
but inside I'm screaming
I'm not fine
This illusion of me
does not define or
confine my
unconventionally unique
design.
Quiet, I seem,
my passion yet
unseen. I rhyme to
the beat of the
stream.
Do I fancy myself as more of a Marvell
when I watch her delicate hands search
for the rubies in her mind’s Ganges?
ten thousand bullets headed your way
what do you do?
run and have hope you'll make it out alive?
or just stand there and wait for the outcome?
the first couple of hits might hurt like hell
No potential. Loser. Ugh, what a drama queen.
These words are released, fatal as missiles.
They aren’t meant for me, at least none that can be seen.
The launchers have previously accepted my denials.
Once upon a time
Innocence existed
Love caused clarity
Kindness was a personal trait
Magic fulflled our everyday desires
And knights in shining armor slayed dragons
People often wonder,
About the quiet girl sitting in the corner,
Who hides her face behind a book,
As she laughs something,
But little do they know,
She’s laughing at them.
Confident, Shy
which is the lie?
What do they wish to see?
Why can't they leave me be?
Strong, Weak
I can barely speak.
What they see and what they know
all of which is just a show.
There she stands, with her past far behind her. Yet so close it just reminds her. Memories of the mistakes and the bullies. The disability that has kept her.
Gaze into my stormy, cloudy eyes
And you will see that I am crying
The tears of loss
Sitting behind the curtain of lashes
Trapped behind a perfect facade
Of happy smiles
If you knew the person behind the curtain,
You would know the real me.
If you knew the person behind the curtain,
You may not be so wiling to share.
The person you see is open-minded.
The sun comes up, it's been a hard night.
Her eyes are red, swollen from nights
of fighting her own inner demons.
The ones no one even realizes exists.
She drags herself from her bed, her sanctuary,
I am not a strong poet nor a good storyteller,so please do not expect a sonnet or anything stellar.What I am about to type is nothing but a mere thought,A youngster at ten I thought these thoughts I sought to fought
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
I am an enigma.
I am a realist, a perfectionist, a bold social stigma
Disapproved for my disapproval of the social norms
Often found within the most social forms.
People gather to talk about the status quo,
This face is not merely cheek bones, and a pretty smile
This face holds a mind whose knowledge runs for miles
This face is much more than the impressions of time
This face holds the eyes that have witnessed the climb
What do you look like? Where are you?
How do I know it's you? Did I do it right?
When do I show you off? Who do I show you off to?
Here I sit,
Mind opened,
Thoughts spilling onto the floor,
Creating a raging sea.
A sea so vast,
A sea so wide,
A sight so magnificent I nearly cried.
There is no plan of action,
I am Bill Gates
At least I wish to beileve that's true
A high school drop out with fantasies that explains
If he can do it I can do it too
What's the reason for all this madness
All these pensive thoughts
And there's no reason for this sadness
I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis
No one knows the anxiety I face
Never understanding the difficulties of being in my place
I'm a man, in a womens shell
Forever living every day in my dysphoric hell.
I'm used to being just another guy,
I’m the type of womanWho wants to be lovedYet, turns away the friendWho would surrender everything.I’m the type of woman
Innocence lost
Facade found
Three year olds do remember
Who would have thought?
Tough
Growing tougher
Growing up
Growing out
Away from the students
Away from the teachers
Away from the stress
Away from the homework
Away from the tests
Away from the school
Away from everything
Is my spot
How could the world be made a better place?
With cancer cured?
No weapons?
No abused animals?
Or human trafficking?
If I could change this, they'd come back again.
A young child, excited for the world.
A mother, brimmed with envy, says to she,
"My you're getting chubby, little girl!"
Suddenly, the world was cruel, and the world was vicious.
Push that broom
mop that floor
do whats told
or don't work here anymore
make that sale
with each rule obeyed
slip up once
its the last time you get paid
I am a coward.
I'm too scared to face myself..
Too scared to find myself.
I'm always running away from thinking about the inevitable.
I run away from reflecting on them.
One lip slaps against the other
expelling a wet and horrid sound.
Digesting food waging battle with the tongue.
It’s all on display for the world to see!
Sea food is not meant to be seen
He sees balls of flame and dust.
She sees old souls that guide her path.
I see worlds beyond all of us.
They see stars, numbers, and math.
He endures the dull,
While she beholds the beauty.
Instead of playing house I used to play home.From the age of four I never questioned the perfectionof the woman in white that hung near my bed
What would I change....My teachers, they suckMy nails, grossMy clothes, they aren't trendyMy friends, they can be so bitchyMy body, it's just not good enoughMy home, not warm enough
What is fear?
A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain?
A threat that is real? Or imagined?
The feeling or condition of being afraid.
"Who are you?"
My family had no clue who I am,
And it crushed me every time.
They were scared, not knowing where they were.
I'm scared I'm next.
They struggled to remember.
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life
how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
A loving embrace: yang
Lonely and chooses: yin
A slap to the face: bang
Bottles and bruises: gin
The catatonic, ironic void of plutonic perception – slips off like sleeves.
Tease a fetish, fleshed by faith
Till base-lines of broader bones – sculpt an age with ease.
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A child screams for her mother,
A man cries for his wife,
A young boy holds the only thing keeping him alive.
There is silence all around
Look up kid, the stars are still in place, the moon hasn’t left,
there’s no pressure there. So stay, watch the sky. Just, stay.
Don’t hide, the leaves are changing and the field is dead,
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
Maybe I don't have much to write about,
inside my life and me,
I am typical, with standard living,
and a divorced family.
Yes, I probably am very guessable,
That white girl down the street.
We're all traveling down this road
The road to our futures
We all have different destinations, but we're all going somewhere or nowhere
It's exciting to think about what we are traveling towards
THE REALITY OF THE WORLD
by Kevinia P.
Why is the World so harsh, and so cold?
Sometimes I wish you had more passion.
Sometimes I wish your desire would take control.
Sometimes I wish you'd just let it all go.
Sometimes I wish you were different...
If I could have my dream job, I’d be on my way to medical school because I wouldn’t have to worry about loans or tuitions.
Dear Friend,
Friendship binds us together,
Respect and humility to one another,
In our youngest hour,
Even in our darkest hour.
We shackle our Feet,
With Vanity and Mirrors.
That bring us to our knee's,
While we fear and shake with tremors.
We build our castle on the media and magazines we read everyday
It means something to go to college.
Whether it be to get an education or gain respect.
It means something.
Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention.
It means something.
If you cut me into 16 pieces
1 would be Native American
2 Italian and 2 more British.
5 would be Polish
and 6 would be Russian.
If you cut me into 16 pieces, like slices of cake,
I wonder what would happen if WE. BOUNCE. BACK
Like the elasticity of elastic bands being stretched by heavy hands
Lassoing nappy strands running amuck like wild stallions
We, are wild ones
The electricity we use every day
leave on the lights, you overpay
what about the Earth
and its atmoshpere?
All our cars spit up so much CO2 Emission
and all our testing with nuclear fission.
Beautiful is she who speaks.
Not with words scribbled out,
Or with the dance in her feet.
It's the beauty she finds in defeat.
It was their choice to have me, not mine.
It was also their choice to have 5 other children, not mine.
It was their choice to have two cars, not mine.
It was their choice to live in this house, not mine.
The female identity
Is not to be confused
With the male entity
On what they think
What they say
Or what the media portrays
And they?
They’re the men
and also the women
Why do you not see
The heart in me.
You seem to hear
But not with your ear.
You think you know
And you reap what you sow.
Assuming what is true
Purple stained lipsSucculent dripsA seductive kiss placed between sweet, strengthWe rub our knees together And bump headsAll under the blanket of
Time is a fragile elementIt stops for no manEven if it were said he was excellentTime is the part of a bigger plan.
You go to school.
You get good grades.
You go to college.
You graduate.
You get a job.
You get married.
You have kids.
You retire.
You die.
Guaranteed success.
Exploded from nothing, just children of the stars
All of a sudden, these little starts started to bloom.
Little did we know, that we were our own doom.
transportation vacation out side of reality within a box that encases me sound proof aloof in the space that embraces me
This is not a poem
Because I am not a poet
A poet is a blacksmith who can craft my soul into words
A line into something I feel
A poet dips their pen into the inky darkness of the night sky
I see the world in a different way then others do.Beauty and peace? That's what everyone makes it out to be, but its not.Not one bit.
So what if I take up a little more room than the average person does
To me........that just means I'm a little more to love
Im just LIFESIZED
See I go in public they look and they stare
A young girl, dawned in a butter yellow
With glitter on her eyelashes and paint on her lips
Pushed up onto stage hardly before she even knows how to say no
The bright lights beat down upon her startled face
I sing of manipulation of old friends, for the replacment of new acquaintances. When you're taken for granted, when you're friendship has become a chore, a burden even.
We live throught lense, walk throght a body
Go throught life with different experinces left in are back pocket
What is the point of a view if there is no legitimate cause
As I sit down once again, in front of the old computer with the whirring fan
My fingers begin to hit the black keys, each one a small click
That make an musical orchestra of words
I am writing this to you.
My love, my ecstacy, the one and only I come to.
You know who you are,
Slowly spinning along
Never missing a beat
Life simple and uncomprehensive
Never missing a beat
Does as it is told
Never missing a beat
Yet as it grows old and worn
It does miss a beat
I am not sorry that I'm not a 36-24-36
But I do have a body size that leaves me with confidence
I love my rich dark brown skin
And my dark brown eyes that shines from within
Geocentric?
More like ethnocentric.
America is the center of the world, right?
The world that revolves around me. My world.
Egocentric.
I am a work of art,
I am a masterpiece,
My curves are my definition,
that is what defines me.
The shape of my nose,
Floating in the lake of nothingness
Words flowing in and out
They bear no meaning
Or, do they?
Thrashing my arms and legs about
Stuck in the thralls of life
I am searching for an answer
Forget Me Not
*controversial*
Morning sickness brings the blues,
Monthly cycle is overdue.
She was drunk that night,
Flinging morals in the wind,
There's always a problem
when applying for college -
grabbing bits and coins
and whatever you can salvage.
Thank goodness there's money
for writing this poetry,
because if it wasn't there
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me?
My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
I am a dreamer
I wonder why things happen the way they do
I hear the voices of the past
I see the promises of the future
9 Years.
Nine years of life lived from a toilet bowl
Watching myself fade into virtual nothingness
While people praised my virtual body
Pieced together from years of purging in toilet stalls.
The girl lies on a cot --
The girl with hauntingly beautiful green eyes.
With nothing but a battered baby blanket to cover her emaciated body.
Her feet peek out from beneath the sheet, bloody and broken,
For me
For you
But for no one
By faith
By life
By all
My eyes see what my mind won't
My mind sees what my eyes can't
For the love of the words
And fear of the unknown
Like a Concrete Jungle
Animals of the street
standing on the corner bringing all the heat
brown buidings
look like sideways slaveships
hold about 1000s people
in each complex
black
Down the ground lookin' so low
All i want to know
will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground?
Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound
I want to be more than this
with my uniquness
It's a lonesome life,but with a flame that entices the soul
To attract others and fight the good fight,
in our hearts, you know you're right.
But what happens when someone takes the keys,
Its 11:55 right now and i began to think to myself why?
Why me? Why now?
I work blood sweat an tears and do not know the reason why?
Why does she lie? Why now?
My hands get weak when i think of this situation,
Voices, so silenced by society.
Forever reminded your words are nothing more than that, words.
I have been waiting on my forever,
and i have found forever in your eyes.
They could not fathom this, however,
but in your eyes, i could see the sunrise.
I am looking for a story to unfold,
All I want is to learn.
why do I need so much money for that ?
Everyone is pushed to better themselves and go to college yet only a few actually have that opprtunity.
I feel the sunshine kiss my face like an old friend
Like a coffee shop meeting
After a long time apart.
The warmth brushes past my face in faint traces
Of smiles and laughter and past graces
Don’t breathe,
talk
or blink,
just stare.
Though my mind tries to grasp the words
to make sense of this,
all that comes to me is a sound,
and I feel as if I may pass out.
It’s like a cave:
large and unknown, with the potential
to hold a world of my own creation;
and yet it remains empty,
I forget the time that's passed, ironically I even forget what your face looked like as I remember our moments together. Most days it's as if you never existed. As if one tear never fell from my eye for you.
To mourn death or celebrate life.
We're always left with sullen strife.
Life, the tunnel of consciousness.
Death, the promising of mysteriousness.
Let it be known that I am a slut.
I am the one who dares to touch those that I feel attraction to.
Young
like a kid and wild
like a forest
i meet him and felt complete
for seven hundred thirty days
i felt alive
and loved.welcomed
we wasted time,
long talks on the phone,
It is hard to conceive,
What humans can not perceive.
From undead beings,
To god-like deities.
Although incomprehensible
Through science and worship,
We blindly follow,
Deletion.
Every single one gone.
The memories are fading away.
No way of looking back into the past.
No young faces nothing but a faded thought.
Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
My sanity hangs in the balance as I write.
I fill the page with a world born of darkness and light.
Of a universe centered at the very tips of my fingers.
It flows from my mind in smooth streams of conciousness
Have you ever felt goose bumps on your back , on your face , on the nape of your neck ? Have your words ever become so twisted that you wind up not having any words at all?
I was born with favoring eyes.
I can see the burden others carry, like a shadow and a beast rolled into one, and it saddens me.
You're having a hard time again, and I'm sorry to hear that.
It's 3am and I'm starting to wonder
if this storm is outside my window
or inside of my chest because I
miss the thunder of your breath
against my neck and the way your
fingers pour into me
Some people dont deserve the life they live
meet tanya
shes thirty-six, with three grown kids
saby fathers absent
claimed that they aint his
so he up and left for his next mistress
Initially I was a Marketing Major
Set up to learn in the prestigious
Isenberg School of Management
Where I would become an aspiring businesswoman
Where I would first change physically
Take away your right to drive,
Then you get mad 'cause you don't try,
To fix these habits in your life,
That could kill you or take someone's wife.
These dangerous substances that man has created,
Is it me or am i gay for loving myself?
Think about it i am a girl
and i love myself which
means i love a girl
so am i to be judge as a lesbian?
Am i to be look at as a
dirty crumble paper!
KNOWLEDGE
If you know, you're on the edge of understanding
for knowledge never ends but forever expanding
the more you know the more it's demanded
the more you demand it
just know you can't cram it
You came to me,
like a snowflake falling from the sky,
drifting until you found your way.
Your smile was like a fire,
it sparked in me and made me want to ignite it everyday.
Oh the anguish I feel in my spine
Everytime you tell me "You do as I say".
Yes, I was in your belly for nine months it seems,
But am I your puppet that you can control as you please?
Listen to my words, listen to my cries,
You are right in front of me and yet you leave me here in such a woeful time.
My words can tell you what's wrong and how they can be fixed,
Father..
Can you hear me? Does my words matter?
My mind runs with questions that you left unanswered.
Left alone..Confused.. Unwanted..
I thought you loved me?
I can only be lied to so many times.
The air I breathe,
The things I see,
They make me tick.
The scents I smmell,
The places I go,
They make me tock.
Tick tock goes the clock,
As the time of life passes.
You were like a child with a sweet tooth, and my heart was the sweetest thing you could find. You ate away at it as I played the dentist.
Stereotypes and criticismAll in my head.I can not getMy head right.Liking the same sex hasNothing to do withSomeone else'sCriticism and opinions.Making stereotypes about
I am not this ugly skin,I am the soul that lives within.It is my job to see it through,it is the least that I can do.A wonderful God made me;He loves me deeply.No one could ever love me more,
Some say it is the start of a new life,One full of adventure and mysteryMeeting new people, possibly your wife,With all that said, your past life is history.
Happy
What Is It?
They say Its money
They say Its not money
What is Happy?
They say Its family
They say its marriage
What is Happy?
Is it light?
Is it dark?
I'm talking,
But you are not listening.
I'm trying,
but you don't care.
My words are meaninful
but you are oblivious.
My words will change you.
Why can't you see?
All you need,
For the Ones that Are Muted in Society
For the Ones that Are Ridiculed for Their Differences
For the Ones that Are Slammed for Their Opinions
For the Ones that Are Voiceless
They Are Who I Speak For
For you I will
Cook meat, watch T.V.
Wait for you to come to me
Hold my hand like this
Talk to me like this
Kiss me please
For you I will
Sing, dance, drink,
Wait for you to be all mine
You held me
You held me when I was strong
You held me
You looked at my face and told me how beautiful my smile was
Why I write
I write to ask questions, bring awareness, and wield thought
I write for you
I write to organize my mind, to better understand, to relieve the tension, to ignite the flow of creativity
I write for me
It isn't just the simple things
That give my mind something to think.
It's more complex to investigate
And push your mind until it might break.
I think of depression and how it controls
I came to my father and said, "Father, I have straight A's."
Ignoring me as he turned to my brother.
"Son, don't ditch school or get F's. You're the one that carries the family's name."
So quickly you left me, I don't understand why.
Had I done something so wrong to be punished, or was it just time?
You loved me all 16 years with such a big heart.
I just couldn't grasp why we were torn apart.
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now
My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts
I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
"You're an atheist?!"
"You know you're going to hell right?"
"I'll be praying for you."
Yes. I'm an atheist.
No that does not mean that
I worship Satan, or
I hate religion, or
I hate God, or
like the flower, so blooms inspiration.
roses only grow from fertile clay...
thoughts, from a fecund imagination.
insights spring from fruitful contemplation
while new buds grow with the sun's warm rays.
Sylvan scenes of virgin timber
an enchanted forest she longs to discover
where mighty oaks give inspiration
and leaves aid in rejuvination
she need a place to breath in the summer.
She's warm,
bringing brightness
at the end of each storm.
Embracing morning with a kiss.
Reborn.
She weeps.
Tears like the dew
roll and wash down her cheeks.
Placed by the window,
the delicate bouquet sits
pristine and untouched
with petals like placid smiles
and soft sissy hands,
they settle dainty and benign
in their sheltered vase.
Let me describe them to you
They are sticky sweet like mango juice
And tangy tart like my favorite pineapple
They drip sugary goodness all over my lips and fingers
Like when you bite into a summertime watermelon
Put down your pencil,
And pay attention to your class,
Not everyone is like you,
They’re all just trying to pass,
You make think that they care,
But they’re all laughing in their reclining chair,
I’ve known you for a while now
You and I are close friends
We’re best friends
I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman
People made fun of you
They hurt you
Late nights.... The notes seem to float out of the headphones and into the vacant air as if they are looking for a somber soul in the distance.
After nine long, strenuous months their eyes finally meet.
She can’t resist but to cradle her in her arms.
It was always either too hot or too cold in her troubled mind.
And no amount of tossing or turning could ever
tucker her out enough for her to tuck her self in,
at night her mind was a race car that never ran out of gas,
Not everything works
Like it used to when
We were young
Disease fills us
Disorders rot our minds and
We’re never cured
Anxiety creeps up
Fire that you ignore but
Can’t put out
I would go out on the corners
Handing dollars to the needy
I would give them so much food
They could even be greedy
I'd go to places
Where water droplets are few
And dig a deep well
"Me"Free me, tempt me, I dare you to steal me;Sudden as the wind, let this heart mend.Treat me with your sweet kisses of embrace;
What is the difference between a virus and a meme? "Not again", you sigh, "Tumblr has been ruined by that doge guy." Clapping the audience soon shuts you down. Now nobody wants to see you around.
Do you have ANY idea what you have done to me?
Can’t you see?
Because of YOU
My childhood consisted of empty promises, nothing but air bubbles.
Should have saved yourself the trouble.
Shh. They can't hear you.
Shh. You can't talk about that.
Shh. What will everyone think?
Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.
Drank
Drunk
Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
His hair was sand paper
and his skin was light colored leather
and his face was a canyon
and his eyes were small black beads
and his mouth was a desert.
His laugh was a snickering hyena
What is Beauty ?
Is beauty something we have on the outside
or something deep within
Is it a woman with curves
Or a model that is stick thin
What is Beauty ?
Is it a woman with the bluest eyes
They say they are so proud of you
They say you are the best of them
Yet when it gets down to it
It’s not their claps, nor their cheers
We all have problems
So who are you to come at me
Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand
In spite of what you have come to "know"
We are the same, having a bad day
One mistake,
will you ever let me forget it...
Understood what was done was wrong
Understood this was a disappointment to you.
But hey let’s think of it this way,
What else is new?
So hard to please,
Walking down the street,
You hear the sounds of a six shooter go off down the road.
You duck just as scared as anyone else,
All you wanted was some gummy worms,
But they’re not worth your life.
Please come save me,
You used to kiss the tears off my face.
Wish you would come and make up the time,
Lost,
Three years have gone by.
Guess it’s time to start living life.
Surrounded by depression,
How can you not see me?
You walk by me every day,
Call my name;
You even hold conversations.
But you don’t see me.
You don’t see the pain that is caused.
The burden on my shoulders,
Push me down again,
I dare you.
Shove my head down in the sand.
Make it so there is no air.
So that no words can be spoken.
What would be new?
Do you feel that?
The cold chain wrapped around your wrist.
Holding you close,
You can’t move.
Do you hear that?
The sound of the wind rushing by your ears as the world stays silent.
Bleeding nails,
Pull yourself up on that ledge.
It’s just a little bit further.
Hell isn’t the bottomless pit they always talked about.
Once you catch yourself you just start climbing,
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind.
Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
The weed, my love,
Pushes through the dirt,
Rumbling, blistering,
But doesn't really hurt,
She sprouts up,
Without permissions,
Just to find,
That no one listens.
I search for four leaf cloversJust so I can give them to youI wish every chance I getAnd set my heart on them to come true I deny everyone I know
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak.
not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain.
I cant breathe.
I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
So I heard that you told Bobby who told Ashley
Who told Jason who told Casey who told Ant
Who told Lisa who told Bria…
That you thought I wasn’t a lady?
Why though?
Because I don’t bend at the whim of a man?
My coworkers all have insomnia
They don't remember what it’s like to dream
I think they despise my struggle
To keep both feet in reality
One stands next to me
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
I write to free my mind
To suprise myself with what I find
It gives me wings
So I may escape and be alone on the sea
I write to free my heart
From those who tore it apart
It gives me shelter
I always knew this day would come.
Goodbye was never so hard before.
New days are calling, my dreams still young.
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:
You should know bullying hurts
It starts with one word, one word you blurt
Fat ugly, thot
These are the words they hear. Did you know you're their biggest fear?
I love to read
i loved to read before I understood the things I read
and this urge for books and quills had led
me to the library
The time for sitting in the far corner
Why can’t we just throw it all away?
Just let the hate lie and not let it consume us;
Why we have to fight each other.
We are all the same inside.
Ripples of sonic waves, stimulates creative water
Flowing from the crevices of social interaction, the wind russtles uncertain thoughts
Here I speak before you today in regrettable silence,
For we have become a generation to be disgraced, for not only our actions but our power.
chained to stone, to these pillars i know as home
withered by time and awaiting to claim what's mine
angered by the visions of shame.
unleash the beast that resides inside
undo my chains that i carry in my mind
I love Tokyo so much
As a child I would watch anime.
Pretend that I was a marital artist
living in the Hot Springs.
Tokyo is where my dreams were born
My imagination and my love for adventure began.
Oportunity Presents itself Carrying out its purpose in its own way. Carefully unraveling its plot with an almost swift caress. Possessing such prospect sailing forth to establishmen.
Life is filled with pain
Life is filled with sorrows
Bottled up anger
As it goes deeper and deeper
It's too much to keep
Tears shed everyday
All the nasty commemnts i hear
Abandoned.
Left alone to face the rest of the world,
It’s okay I guess, I’m used to it by now.
They found me years ago.
Screaming from inside an abandoned apartment,
Starving,
Just think happy thoughts.
Your day will go just fine until one person pisses you off.
They treat you like shit.
They make you feel like an outcast.
What is wrong with society today?
I sit down,
New baby in my hands.
I look around our rundown apartment;
“Where is he?”
I whisper to the sleeping bundle in my arms.
I already know the answer,
He left;
Never coming home.
Today I am like water,
Thoughts thawing and melting like a rapid stream; no time to
Think, only push forward to my future and maybe,
Just maybe by midday slow down to the pace
Of a babbling brook… A few pensive
i found myself lost in a world of memory.
glimpses weren't enough anymore.
i needed it back. i need it now.
i lost myself in a world of pain.
i found my memories.
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Paint me!
Paint my eyes paint my smile
paint my laugh paint my vitals
can can you really see the exact detail of me?
you can try to paint my legs
oh so smooth like butter but hard like rock.
Believe To Achieve
To Beleive You Must Achieve
Over Come Fears And Regrets
Stress Or Non-Stress
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see.
Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word?
A person who hears people's needs.
But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light.
In a blinding sheet of darkness.
You ignore and try to forget.
Your sun may shine
While clouds look divine.
But the thought will never leave you
knowing that someone is going to cry
Someone else's pain will darken their day
November 30, 2013
Autumn Leaves
These autumn leaves ride the golden breeze
So warm and inviting
This city hasn’t felt a night like this in lifetimes
If I Could Fly
If I could fly, I’d fly to you
If I could fly, I’d fly in the blue,
And darkness too
I would travel the globe,
And bring back trinkets and doodads,
With pictures of beyond
Poetry is a candid response
To what I feel inside
It's a gift of exploration
Deep into my mind
If I feel I need to reach someone
I'll record it with guitar
Call me a bitch
But I deserve fame and a name
Too many #hash #tags in this game
All of the Kim Kardashian wannabes are #basic
I want to be original
It’s too hard to be unique and classic
Damn
How was I supposed to know it was so bad to be educated and black?
Do I really intimidate you to the point of you trying to hold me back?
All I've tried to do was make something out of $5 and a dream,
Don't waste my time
each millisecond I won't be able to buy into existence
I cannot undo conversations
we've had.
I can't take back the things I've said.
Each millisecond it takes to breathe
I sream and scream as tears fall from my face
No matter how hard I try, I am never heard here
Not sure why I stay here, if I am never heard
Time to leave
So I left
And now I am heard.
Sometimes I think
I dream
I aspire to be
A better me than everybody thought I would be
I try
I cry
I break down to ground asking how i will change this time
Gaining focus
Gaining hope
Hey, there
I’m a nerd
Better yet, I’m a geek
I actually read for the fun of it
I like going to school
I’m pretty smart (most of the time)
I wear solid black glasses
"I have a dream" a wise man once said,
where everyone is created equal
But how is it that dreams could come
with a price tag that's deceitful?
They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
If I could change one thing,
I'd change how people look at things.
Make it so there's no distinction between gay and strait or black and white.
Do you hearThat small whisper?Full of fear,That little flicker.Fragile and small,Growing and feeling.Alas they all fallEver revealingA darkness for lifeIn hearts does linger.
Grades are getting low, teens are getting high.
A 16 year old is pregnant and her parents wonder why.
A first grader is cursing, a fourth grader has been raped.
Just take a look around, isn't our world just great?
You'll never know
How desperately I always wanted to grow up
When my parents wouldn't let me act up
Only telling me to hush up,
Cause the kid I was, was never good enough.
Here I stand with nothing of my own,
Everything was given to me from the start.
Standing on an empty road I must take this path alone,
Watching everything fall apart.
I pushed my hand against my chest in search of a soundbut my heart beat was no where to be found.what a tragedy I must be for my heart to have abandoned meI pressed a little harder but still couldn't feel a thing
Can I make everything rewind
Back in time
When everything was once fine
And make all of these new thoughts collapse?
I'm bound to the floor because there's nothing more
There are words that I can’t say
I constantly save for another day
Like a forest fire tearing through
All the things I wish you knew
I hold my breath and close my eyes
Listen to me!I need to be heard!My mind is a notebook and for nineteen years I’ve been writing,scribbling away, but no one will take the time to read!
I'm on the brink, staring into the abyss.
My own strength is insufficient; my energy waning,
My knees buckling, my back breaking.
I can't do this on my own, I pitch towards my end.
The world buries problems underground
With no hesitation it takes
While we walk over the mound
All the problems the world makes
Problems look better in pitch black night
I couldn’t keep it together. Every little thing heightened my senses, every sound, taste, smell made my body burst and shiver. I just don’t know if I can handle this. Is it ever okay to hate yourself?
"You are all that you know to be true in the universe. therefor the universe revolves around yyou.
It’s easy to be angry at something you don’t understand.
Something that seems so far away,
out of reach.
How can you understand something when you take a stand against it?
Take a stand,
What I love about you
is that You are,
Tall, thin yet muscular
With soft looking hair,
He said yo midget but I kept on walking
little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
Another cut, Another bruise
its all the same
Another pill, Another drink
they all run together
Another skipped meal, Another voice
and you can't escape
Another knot, Another bullet
Everytime I come here
I think of you.
I never forget you,
With a picture of you hanging on my wall,
You're always in my heart.
But when I come here,
To this special place,
When the lights fade
you're left with this unsettling heartache
all alone and afraid
and no one to hear you're cries....
The darkness swallows you're soul
'til nothing remains
Questions fill my subconcious with grass
The rain is answers that you can't learn in class.
Open-mindedness is the stream
The castle walls surround me,
a magnificent beauty all around,
but not a soul is to be found.
I am alone in this wonderful beauty.
I try to end this maddening isolation,
My father pulled a knife on me the last time we spoke.In return, I handed him the remains of my heart,
Ashes in a box of out of tune lullabies.
It wants to be known.It has been all alone.For far too long, no one,No one has heard the song.
Each word is carvedCalculated, starvedTo mean something!To somehow belong.
All I wanna do is play,
But I'm watching the days pass away,
And although you don't give me toys to chew,
Master I will always love you,
You walk in the door and I'm happy,
The levels of life are like the staircase to your future, you must keep walking upward in order to reach your destiny. Even in the your weakest moments you can not let the steps you take control where you might be heading.
One thing I've learned with the example of college,
Success is not determined by hard work and knowledge.
Not to discredit people's hard work,
But being rich definately has its perks.
This goes out to you.A massive parasite, a barbarian wandering our streets.You have forced me to use my most lethal weapon,to keep a record of your filth.
Sometimes we find our mind pausing as we walk
We look around, observe and realize what this world is really about
Secretly observing people as we walk, studying their every move
Strings attached
Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares
I'm your puppet darling
Strings attached
Center with each, individual, socket
Infants, toddlers, new-borns
*Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!*
BABIES.
They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples
From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
It’s always hard to find a way
To find the words you want to say
Writing words and scribbling them away
And come back to face them some other day
I am from a small city with BIG DREAMS.
I am from lost faith and lost hope.
I am from pot heads and crack feens.
Love
Love thawing my soul
Making my heart beat faster
Breathing becomes hard
Wondering what will come next
I feel like I am Atlas.
Holding the Earth upon my shoulders.
All 5.972 sextillion metric tons.
The pressure is crushing.
YOU
Barely visible, uninteresting, still here
CAN
Be omnipresent, easily ignored, and flighty
GO
Follow the wind, join your group, and occupy space AWAY
With the east wind, like clear days, from me
The day you left,
I felt nothing.
Partly because it
Was at 2 in the morning,
But mostly because
I was trying to process what was happening.
Why did you run away that night?
Dear, (Fill In the Blank),
I decided the “check the box that applies to you” on the form, was not for me.
So I’m writing over the boxes.
I filled out my address,
my name,
typed in the codes,
I sweat my soul out
Under bright lights through a lying smile.
Fingers splitting from the wrecking dry heat
in an arid lack of truth.
Salt crusts in the corners of my mouth,
over my cracked lips.
Words cannot express the emotion in my body
Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks
My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility
Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
As this brewing math problem strives through my brain with its persistence,
I sit and think 'these are the banes of my existence!'
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Tock
Tick
Tock Tick
Time envelops a room
Swallows it whole
Each passing second accompanied by a strum of hopelessness
A crack in the blinds
Lights aglow
Thy Worst Enemy
is one that never leaves.
It is always
by your side.
You cannot
run from it.
Swimming,
is out of the question.
Don't even thingk
about flying.
My heart is like glass
One word
One action
Can shatter it so easily
My heart is like glass
No father
Arguements everyday
Sorrow and heartache
My heart is ike gass
That phone call you never thought you'd have to make;
Where is he…?
You only turned away for a second.
You just had to close your eyes.
He’s gone.
Your little baby boy…
To take away from humanity,
and to be stolen from nature.
We have yet to decide which should be mandatory.
Your words rush through me
I drown in their painful sting
Your eyes pierce though me
as if I should not exist
If you only knew what you did to me
Because of you I can't even sing
words buzz and spin in clouds of confused formation
wheeling and turning, penetrating all corners and crannies with all of their information
Have you ever wondered why,
We were never meant to touch the sky?
We were born with our feet on the ground,
With all its wonders to be found.
But there's an aching in the heart,
It's slowly pulling us apart.
Uh in this world
We listen to the public
To things society says
Speak something of it
Searching for the person to be
Sit here do nothing
Fighting while chasing our dreams
Failures no option
There's love in the air,
And all i hear is your sweet whipers making me smile.
There's tensoin in the room,
And all i feel is you pushing me away.
There's the sound of laughter through the house,
I was toiling with my day:
I told myself it will end, the day did.
I was angry at my day:
I told it not to end; yet it did.
And I wallowed in fear
Night and morning so far yet so near,
NEVER seek to change thy past,
Past that is besmirched will be;
For intent and purposes
Quite the same.
The past is not for me; the past is not for me,
I say the future were its at,
Unstoppable and impending
knowing it comes
knowing it cannot be stopped
its faceless oh but not nameless
it has so many, oh so many
could you be the day falling ?
A year from tomarrow
will there be names
what will remain
the names I know
will they be the same
a year from tomarrow.
The blame I throw
still stuck to the shamed
Life is the basal in which we share
Developing as any plant would; straight from the stem.
It is our choice to have the care
To grow up in the light or digress in the darkness.
The atoms of imperfections fog the mirror these two eyes stare into
They search for meaning in the midst of it all
Life is still a blur
I carry the shackles that forbid me
That restrict me
I wonder why I have to wake up to these dreams,
You're a sky ful of stars that light up like sparklers,
I go to sleep dreaming about your eyes that shine crystal amorous gleams.
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart
For what I feel it expresses in words
It is not scripted to what it must be
But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee
It dances to life with creativity
When we write, what is our goal?
Is it simply a way to catalog the fragments of our soul?
A method to be heard?
Or none of these things at all?
I write for my friends
who are shut up by our society.
There’s three of us,
She’s alone and I'm taking her attention.
He feels pressured,
But that's not my intention.
Alone in a windowless room
She was getting skinnier
By the day
So much thinner
By the week.
The sickness
Invading her body;
Intruding,
Uninvited,
Fatal.
Her bones
Protruding.
Her mother
I wake up from your dreams, and Icould not stop thinking about you…It was still midnight, and, after all,I had just slept for only an hour…I get out of my bed, and face the mirror, and O
The word “poetry” is so pretentious
It makes you think of that guy
You know the one
The guy who talked over everyone in your junior lit class
Poison drips from my lips,
I slowly drip my head back as I drink.
Slowly I wait.
Shouldn’t it have worked by now?
The way I see it
Everything kills.
Everyone dies for one reason or another.
Laundry had to be done
And there was something
About some bill
That I had to pay.
Thousands of dollars
Spent and borrowed
For a piece of paper that says
I’m smart, I’m qualified.
The hobby of learning earns weird looks.
I try not to see them while I read my books.
I know some day I'll be in college,
And I will love my extensive knowledge.
But it's difficult to see that far ahead,
The whispers
The side looks
The constant putting down
You’re no good
You’re not cool and never will be
You don’t like me.
Well guess what?
News flash
I don’t like you either.
I come from a family that didn't have much
Seems like each day the road would get tough
The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up
Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
Bullying starts in your mind and make you feel insecure inside
Bullying is a sin, because we are all God's children within.
Why can't we stop this vicious sin?
Is it, because we are too scared to step in?
There is a person that is trapped in my body that is trying to escape but is being suffocated by the endless weight.
The mirror is my enemy that snickers back at me and reveals my flaws,
What is the meaning of art?
What draws it from the rest?
What brings it into one's heart,
What makes it pass the test?
Our curiosity strives for the answer,
To this meaning we hope to find.
What is the meaning of art?
What draws it from the rest?
What brings it into one's heart,
What makes it pass the test?
Our curiosity strives for the answer,
To this meaning we hope to find.
My Daddy will always be my king,
Even after my Prince gives me a ring.
In the beginning, he was my favorite toy,
He didn’t even mind I wasn’t a boy.
At age 17 I didnt know where to start
High school was ending and the beginning of college was not that far
I didnt have clue of what dreams to pursue
But I wise woman told me 'always follow your heart'
All you want is green
All I want is to be free
Life ain't worth living if you're gonna die
Everyone's gonna die
All you want is green
All I want is equality
No sir, death bestows us first
I am worried
Worried about what?
College, the place where you get more knowledge.
I worry I won't succeed in the getting the education
I so gratefully need.
Being smacked down
Before being allowed to get back up again
Taught me something very valuable about love:
it isn’t always a cliché
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Fat
Skinny
Tall
Short
Your weight must reflect who you are
Don’t wear this if you are fat
Don’t go to the gym if you are skinny
Eat healthy
But not to healthy
Fat
Skinny
Tall
Short
Your weight must reflect who you are
Don’t wear this if you are fat
Don’t go to the gym if you are skinny
Eat healthy
But not to healthy
The first time I feel asleep listening to your heart beat
i decided this is where i want to live
nestled up into your side
your arm wrapped around me
safe, warm, love
Enough is enough
I'm calling a time out on social media
The content of my newsfeed has been too far out of bounds
I'm calling fouls, for incorrect grammar, filtered photos, and warn out hashtags
Pluck. Pluck. Pluck, into the sink.
Loud Whispers.
Focus, it's time for homework.
Chairs scraping the ground.
In a classroom, in the library.
People are setting off a bomb inside me.
Beautiful one, tell me your dreams.
From which rich river do they stream?
They hold the key to treasures untold.
And help to shape your rare and visionary mold.
Majestically you walk around.
I'm pretty simple
No flare here
Im not politically correct or incorrect
I don't go places that stiffen my chin
I have trouble understanding why things are such
College.
Every young girl and boy's dream.
A place where you create your niche.
And become skilled.
Hopefully enough to prosper.
They build you up to it your entire life.
Tick
My likes might not excite you
But they ignite me
When I sit back and truly ask myself
What is it that makes me come to life?
What is my passion, my motivation the reason I do what I do
The thoughts of stress
I feel the stress of life coming on to me ,
my fears of college oh yeah
that place where comes all knowledge.
The fear of not being successful
Beautiful. Remarkable. Stunning. Amazing. Heaven like. Perfect.
Just a few words that come to mind when I see her picture.
Her smile is contagious,
15 minutes to get to class
60 minutes to take the test
2 weeks to study
4 hours of sleep
And what seems like an eternity waiting for grades
DripDripSplashDripDropDripDropMoistness fills the airAfter quenching the demandOf the dusty landThe cot made with rope and woodShifts as you sneeze
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless
A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills
To heal the hell until she fell
Drowning neck high in alcohol
I’m a whirlpool,
No,
A thunderstorm,
No,
A category 5 hurricane,
Of thoughts, and hopes,
Of memories, and dreams,
Of puzzle pieces and star dust.
But everything stays silent.
America the Free~
But freedom has a price
Tears fall from the innocent
As they watch the souls of their loved ones
Tumble to the heavens
Questions unanswered
Nothing yet gained
A endless night
A brain flickering on memories
Memories mainly making me murder myself
The fear of reuniting with your enemy
Who caused the pain without you knowing
The innocent kid who played hide in seek
No one knows what I’m capable of
With my brain and interchangeable love
I’m a product of the stars, molded into the moon
I’ve been falling so hard and I’ll get up soon
My heart knows I’m too weak
I want to work my best, love my best, and help my best.
Among a thousand other things.
And I want to do everything at once.
And at one time.
At this moment.
what is it that defines us?
our bodies, our minds,
our hearts, our busts,
our victories, our finds?
can we change?
our views, our thoughts,
the loves, the hates,
our destiny?
You will not determine who I will be in my future... but I can say you played a part.
Reasons to why I trust very few
Speak very carefully
One of a kind-Original rap lyrics written by TScott (Me)
He was born in a state of poverty
everybody knew him as a joke of society
but look at him now tho, he got the flo
Sitting here feeling empty, not understood, an all alone.
Completely gone off to a place unknown, wandering through trying to find my way back.
Secluded in the forest the mind is absolute.
the silence deafening,
the darkness blinding,
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul.
Wrapped in pretty green paper,
Foot steps on the stairs, that aren't really there, feels like there's someone's watching me.Shadows on the walls,whispers down the hall,
Love, is so many things.It can be sweet,it can be bitter.It can be easy,it can be difficult.It can be hard,it can be soft.It can be anythi
A pearl
Strong, beautiful and magnificent
Able to do anything it wants
But
Now, it’s stuck in a shell
Weak and frail
Speak your mind when your friends are watching
Speak you mind when the clock is tocking
Speak out loud when your words are shaking
Speak you mind when your heart is breaking
Speak out loud whe your breath is taken
I am…
Strong
Beautiful
Intelligent
Kind
I am…
Weak
Chaotic
Simple
Cruel
I am; a mirror
A mirror of emotions
I've become my own motivation
Making it my occupation to inspire creation in my generation
We've got to begin changing and find dedication to spread positve sensations throughout this nation we're shaping
I've become my own motivation
Making it my occupation to inspire creation in my generation
We've got to begin changing and find dedication to spread positve sensations throughout this nation we're shaping
How do I love thee?
Let me count thy ways
12 for The number of scrapes I have from your regular practice
of carving initials into my endoderm.
your fingernails scrape my wrist with my blood as your ink
as if the bruises from my self conscious's grip weren't enough of a reminder of these
Kisses rain down...
STOP.
She lies to your face..
STOP.
She doen't care about you..
STOP.
stop...and listen
he loves her
she lies
stop.
goodbye......
Suppression and subjugation
On our conscienous fully operating
Grating
Against the grains of our humanity.
Leaving scars the hierarchy booms; blooming
Soothing none whom it's consuming
The World Around Us
Ring! Ring! Tic-Tac! That is all you hear nowadays,
As technology advances people keep changing their ways,
Don't want to forget the memories, but like the stars as they grow old, millions of years afar, they're disappearing, slowly, one by one.
You see I don't want to grow up
and I don't want to leave you
I don't want to leave behind my memories.
Perfect
Who is this unknown individual who lives underneath my skin?
Everyone else sees who I am on the outside.
I choose what I allow others to see on the inside.
Time is a beautiful enemy,
a two faced friend.
a HEALER,
a destroyer.
A lover,
but a fighter.
Time is on our side.
they say,
" You have time to do this, you have time to do that!"
I am sand
Built of different parts
Shaped
If each piece of me stood alone, it would be overlooked, useless—abortive
He's such a, but when you hear those weak mumbles, almost like a cry, I can't help but feel like, the most luckiest girl alive.
How high can you fly?
White like the new moon,
My bird in the sky;
Singing a sad tune.
Why are you alone?
"Just send your heartbeat I'll go...
To that Blue Ocean floor"
I'll never forget
The time you asked me to explain,
And you just knew,
Knew I could help you understand.
You knew that I had the ability
Student debt?I got that
Another Student loan?I'll get that
Two more years until a BS?I'll do that
Get an education no matter the cost?I've got this
The shaddows begin to appear,
the night kills of the sun.
The man walks, hopelessly,
he knows he is not done.
The wind never blows,
in his direction, there is no breeze.
My nail polish is chipping, andI wonder if the walls of myinsides are the same colorof sea greenbecause I feel a little sick,because I feel the paint peeling,piece by piece,my false peace in pieces.
Sitting here while I think
in a swirl of thoughts draining like a sink
down my neck and arms
to my fingers typing on this link
Thinkig about what makes me tick
Overwhelming loud in my head
A crowded brain, my minds so jumbled
Focus!
No.
The voices tell me I'm not good enough
You're not working hard enough
You've gotta do better than that!
What really makes me tick?
Dealing with routine, bogus shtick.
Understanding this requires more than the gist.
Nothing slick, nothing missed, just the worst possibe itch.
I've always said the sound of your voice could tear me to pieces,
But I haven't heard you speak for days
Writin' this for Power Poetry,
Hopin' that they notice me,
And I hope to see this scholarship,
Cause man these loans,
They make me sick,
Emptied pockets,
I love to study
I hope to make some money
Prove to myself and to others that I'm like no other
Unique. That is me
I don't want to flee
Independence is what I seek
My goal is to reach the peak
Products upon products
Days lost to adulation
Looking for beauty under rocks, in-between articles.
The funny thing is,
I buy all this crap, but never wear it.
Hundreds of dollars spent on makeup
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear.
unable to relent nor express deep fear
controlled by all sides of other people expressions
able to listen but unable to be heard
words struggle to escape the mind
I'm a little woman as I've been described.
5'1 and not an inch higher,
but I want to stand amongst giants.
In my dreams, they're next to me
as we speak intensively
What turns my gears and gets me going
Is the heightened sense I have of knowing
That life is as abundant as a fruitful tree.
My mind—
Which usually perplexes me—
Gets excited by art.
Likes to dunk the world
Into color, and tack
On words
My mind is Narcissus who—
Under the beguiling face
Dirt on the flowers
Smudges on the mirror
Scars on a face
Not all as they appear
Some turn and run
Others point and jeer
For what's on the outside
Is all there is to cheer
is it so wrong that i'm content?i do not strive to make myself appear like i am more or less,i just am.
what is the crime in being?for i do not add or take away from myself,i just am.
I see you walk by
I let out a sigh
And I wish I could talk to you
But you're so dang shy,
But that's the reason why
I really like you
I've known you for what seems like forever
She exploits her body to the opposite sex
Or the same sex
It doesn't matter right
As long as she gets her pay check
Because at the end of the night
Her pockets are full
$500 in tips
My mind is a blur:
it races from thought to thought without catching its breath.
One moment:
I meditate on the plight of the impoverished.
The next:
that puppy across the street is adorable.
where your hair straight is what some people yell
some people prefer my hair better curly..I can tell
why is the condition of my hair a concern
They preach that the work place prefers a more "traditional look"
I often think about life and being stressed
constantly working and trying my hardest to be the best
but who cares what place I come in, whether that be 1st, 2nd or 3rd
my only care is that my voice is heard
I hear your heavy, beating wings
That fill the warm summer air.
Some hide in fear of your stings.
However your flight is a glorious affair.
Watching you; full of fuzz
Speak you mind poetry slam
Who made paper?
Who stole from the trees?
Who lied to the birds?
Who sung to the bees?
Jonathan Murray
"The Silent Killer"
The silent killer to all I fear
Is one where no one is in the clear.
Pressing thoughts and pure emotion
Can put one’s life in slow motion.
What makes me tick?
When your lips turn up in a smile and you laugh and your face lights up
and I forget about how broken we are and I remember I was made to love.
I Hear Voices
But There not Voices
There Thoughts
My Thoughts
Waiting To Be Spoken
Waiting to Be said
All I need To say is a few Word
Written By: Victoria Blackwell
The soft skin, the delicate touch, those big eyes staring up at me
Oh, what i wouldn't give to have that
The cries in the middle of the night, the late nights of comfort, the early morning cuddles