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What does Molly see in this worthless fellow? Nick uses bleaching cream on his ugly face. He neither combs nor cuts his shaggy hair. And he wears earrings like a woman.
They got her when she was helping her Maa in the field She was brutalised, gangraped in a manner that was violent, barbaric and ghastly They broke her neck, did they stop; no! broke her backbone too
If I could kiss the girl I want, My dreams would come true . I want her to hold me tightly And take away all my blues . If I could have the girl I love, Life would not be an illusory hope .
People gather under the dim lights of Club Havana Everyone is having a good time with their lover . I’ve got a pretty Cuban girl in my arms who I just met We’re dancing while soul music is playing .
You asked me to compose a poem for you. I dare say you want it to be an erotic poem. I hope you don’t mind my outspokenness. How can I write the appropriate words? I know very little about your background.
Cute, little Blonde, I’m so anxious to see you again. You couldn’t imagine the feeling you put in me. Baby, I fell for you the night I looked in your gleamy eyes. I bashfully expressed the affection I felt for you,
From behind the window shade, I watched her and a schoolboy snogging I stared at them with eyes of jealousy My mind was full of wishful thoughts It pained my heart to see her with him .
The girl who sits beside me in class looks ravishing, But I'm too shy to tell her that I love her I write her anonymous love letters each day And I convey the love in my heart for her
Are you a sweet, attractive girl? Of course you are! Here’s a long stem rose Let me take you out to dinner I know a cosy place We could dine in candlelight, Drink vin de table,
For Stacy-Ann . It's been many years since you turned down my proposal. You broke my heart, but my love for you is still growing. I keep loving you even when you don’t want to see me anymore. .
A voluptuous girl at work made advances to me. She repeatedly started erotic conversations. And I firmly rejected her inappropriate suggestions. I can’t disclose all the kinky things she told me,
Darling, you’re the sweetest girl in the world. There’s a remarkable love in your heart. Your intense love is beyond compare. If there’s a possibility to love you in death,
He looked on as Carina jogged along the track No matter how many times she passed him in the park, She pretended not to notice him gazing at her His thoughts went wild as she treaded the final lap
I felt so good when her aunt acquainted me with her; Thereafter I tried to persuade her to marry me. I did not know that loving her would bring me glumness. Now I am unable to forget her, it is just impossible.
For Kamela .
I’d like to talk about my oriental girl. She has the most intriguing name. Her features just can’t be disguised. She’s the prettiest, sexiest girl alive! .
I was standing there alone Nobody called my phone You came into view And I didn’t know what to do My mind just blew I was speechless when I saw you You resembled a girl I knew
Inspired by Fíona .
Has anyone seen a wandering girl? She is a dancer I used to know. My baby said she would never leave me, But she broke every promise that she made. .
The walls of my bedroom reflect my sadness. Who painted them blue, I wonder? They just stand here with nothing to do. I am alone with these four walls every night. I kneel down and pray to the Lord.
I could not keep my eyes off the most fascinating girl on the dance floor. She was the queen of the homecoming and the centre of attraction of the ball. Her crown was glistening in the neon lights and she was glowing with joy.
You’re such a sweet, adorable girl, That’s why I gave you my heart. You can share your dreams with me. I’ll walk with you along the terrace. I’ll bring you roses in the evening,
Conocí a una chica hermosa el verano pasado. Ella vive en un pueblo tranquilo en Haití. Su encanto y sonrisa iluminan la mañana. Esta noche veré a mi prometida. Estoy tan emocionada cuando ella está cerca de mí. .
Look at the cute lady over there, The one in the two-piece swimsuit She’s walking along the beach She has a MP3 player in her hand And she’s dancing to the reggae beat .
There’s a girl who wants someone to love her. It must be hard for her to live without a relationship. Sometimes she despairs when she’s alone. And she just can’t resist the desire of her heart. .
I’m deeply in love with a promiscuous girl. This love isn’t leading me anywhere, But she’s the best lover I know. Why am I so blind to the plain reality? I should know better than to expect happiness.
I’m standing alone in the moonlight tonight. Loneliness fills my heart with despondency, And I’m feeling the pain of downheartedness. I’m not the only lovesick person in the world,
The girl who lives upstairs has caught my attention. She occupies the second floor of a three-storey building. Though my heart beats fast when I pass her home, I still walk on the avenue so I can see this teenage lulu.
For Renae .
Don’t you know you’re my favourite girl? I think about you every day of my life, And I like to talk to you on the mobile phone. My greatest desire is to see you all the time; I just want to be with my favourite girl.
Hello, pretty girl. I couldn’t help but notice you from my seat. Are you travelling alone? I could use a travelling companion. Do you mind if I sit here? You’re so kind, thanks. Where will you get off?
When I find the right girl for me, I’ll give her my complete devotion. I’ll always be faithful to her. Love is an incomprehensible thing; A deceptive kiss can break one’s heart. It’s not easy to find true love,
When I’m not dreaming about her, I can’t keep my eyes closed, Neither can I stay asleep. She’s lying beside me in bed, I’m not dreaming in loneliness. She presses her lips against mine,
The lights in her heart getting darker, you know? An embodiment of grief from head to toe The sparkles in eyes vanished & heart sank The colourful soul is turning to be blank
Something bad happened in 1990 on the 28th of May.It turned out not to be such a great Memorial Day.I saw a very beautiful girl who looked like she was sixteen or seventeen.
You know that train I was talking about? I think it took a wrong turn Cuz now i just feel misplaced Like i don’t belong here
If i jumped on a train Where would it take me? How far would I ride it? Would I be free? A passenger on its many painted boxcars
A pretty girl in the brightest of dresses, She smiles bright and laughs loudly, she hides in fright and cries quietly. she met him first here, and he made her smile.
A pretty girl in the brightest of dresses, She smiles bright and laughs loudly, she hides in fright and cries quietly. she met him first here, and he made her smile.
girl to woman, where does it begin? how can we know which phase we are in? in a woman, wisdom, in a girl, curiosity. but in both, strength is a shared quality. i find in myself in each new moment,
A small brown girl sits in the middle of a poorly kept lawn, the weeds sprouting all around her. The oak tree is shaking in the wind, and the leaves are falling.
From blacking out on tipsy nights, To never feeling quite alright. It took some time to actually realize, What's been happening before my eyes. Why am I sleeping in every night?
Poor ugly little girl burn your lips with perfume you mistaked as lipgloss Poor naive little girl just because he said how beautiful you were you have him the key to your now broken
These Days I See So MUCH IGNORANCE ... !!! From People On The Street ... To Those Who CLAIM To Be The BEST of Friends ... !!!!! And Those Who've Made Your ... " Acquaintance " ... "Nice to meet you !"
Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss. Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.
You say you see something pretty in me Like nothing you have ever seen before Maybe it's the fact I see myself all the time. But I see nothing at all when I look at me.
Soy un viento Fuerte pero suave, fluyendo a través de la vida Callado como un susurro Soy el sol Radiante pero a veces apagado, desanimado de la vida Roto como una luz titilante Soy un árbol Alto pero inseguro, temblando con el caos de la v
Girl to Woman I am just a girl. 12 years and 8 months old when my mother decided to leave. I am just a girl.
Just east of here lay A girl of late adolescence In a field of paper flowers Raindrops cascade here and there
she a petite figure with short hair who noticeably feels so much sees so much thinks so much
A pretty young lady walks swiftly across the grass and flowers. A pretty girl can dance like the wind. Like the sky. Like the earth orbits itself. However, she was kidnapped
Is it wrong that I hide, My true feelings and thoughts inside? I've never been one to tell my life or the stories that are behind... the person that I am today
Comin' up in this confusing world You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl You told me not to tell your parents But could your haircut make it any more apparent? Somebody help me get through this
Girls Acrylic nails and blond highlights Always smile Don't be difficult Sexy but not slutty Be a girl Do it right I'm a fuck up I don't have highlights or acrylics
like clockwork it struck when i was sixteen i thought i would be safe no one should have what i have down there find the common denominator one second plus two seconds
Her lips were red like she had been drinking all the poisonousness of this world or the blood of dead roses. Her eyes had a color of regret maybe because she had been thinking and wondering the deepest rooms of her soul,
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
Alright, enough with this nice girl bullshit It took too long to understand that an open hand can't hold shit 'Cause the more you give, the more they want
Euphoria, the feeling a bee feels when it finds a daisy. the feeling a dog has, when it finds a bone a bird, a seed. a lion, a zebra me, you.
I loved a boy, who loved himself. With my arms right around his body, i felt cold. He kept me at a distance, I complied. Lovestruck. I only wished for love in return,
Her life becomes a mess of Red lipstick defenses Red lipstick state of mind Look but don't see Look but don't touch
Cunning, yet sweet, deceitful, but kind Please don't hurt her glass mind Cold to the touch and clear to understand She hopes no one sees the cuts she has The ones she makes with her very own hands
She was like the wheel- mind always turning with a strong grip on reality. Eager to reinvent herself.
At the early hour Hearts are still Echos are devoured The air is chill This campus is not hers She's not the right kind But she just wants To get to class on time
Yes, the color of my skin is a few shades lighter than the typical "black girl" No, I do not consider myself 'lightskin' Contrary to what half of the population believes the color of my skin is not an explination for my behavior
like the sun and all the stars she was bright - - as lovely as the flowers as beautiful as the - - more radiant than all as joyful and hopeful as a wishing star always the smartest
The boy was corrupting her like a leech stuck to her skin But she didn’t know any better so she stuck by him She started changing slowly, didn’t even notice
I have late night conversations with the moon She tells me about the sun And I tell her about you What we used to do underneath her other half And during her time when we went our different paths
SHE WANTED THE WORLD IN HER HANDS TO RULE THE LAND AND SEA SHE WANTED THE WIND IN HER HAIR AS SHE SPED IN HER BENZ SHE ALMOST HAD IT ALL BUT THEN SHE MET HIM SHE FELL FOR HIM
Boy meets boy Girl meets girl boy kisses boy Girl kisses girl Girl gets shunned Boy gets praised
Conversation Naeha Inapanuri i talked to him today
Scars Naeha Inapanuri The scars that trail up my arm Forged in the fires of my stupidity No longer burn No longer hurt Merely a memory from the past
We are hurt, But now we are stronger We were weak, But now we have power There is nothing that can break us There is nothing stopping us In a suppressed culture,
i know you're just a girl but still i feel like you put me through the wringer, twisted up my body till i was nothing but wet eyes.
to the boy I once loved, sometimes i think that even the pain of dying isn't as unbearable as the feeling of your heart shattering into a million pieces i'd rather experience the sensation
I still remember, Nora, the first time you stood In front of me, trying to figure out the little tufts Of hair on your brow, On your arm, On your leg, On your pit, On your head, On your lip.
I know you're hurt. I know you're broken. I know that you thought the last time that this happened was truly going to be the last time. I want to start off by saying that it's okay. It is okay to not be okay.
Dear Lily, Oh Lily, if only I knew, you gave me no clueHow you felt every day and nightOh how you lived without the lightevery morning, cutting yourself too deepevery night, crying yourself to sleepyou seemed so happy just yesterdaywho knew you fe
someday a boy will break your heart in two consider this a forewarning to you his eyes brilliant baby blue will consume you entirely
Dear Jackson, Picture this, soft. thin arms dainty wrists baby pink a soft pink, the kind that glows on the skin, and grows in the cheeks.
to You-- if You look out onto that manhattan skyline and You imagined that You You were God, gliding
to You-- if You look out onto that manhattan skyline and You imagined that You You were God, gliding
I shall chase the sunand catch the starsride the moon however farclimb the peaksand swim the oceansnorth to southmy heart opensThe stars your necklacethe planets your rings
Dear... Whatever Her Name Ends Up Being, I know you love National Parks. You love at least one sport, deeply. You love breakfast food. You love your job. You love dogs or cats.
Lonely girl, why so blue? Breathe out, breathe in,Lonely girl without a clueTrial an error, alone she will goClose your eyes dearJust go with the flow
to the girl i pushed away, you and i could’ve been cosmic sky beams we could’ve been one another’s worlds and more
Little girl, now don't be sad, I understand your pain, How you feel there's no way out, That you have gone insane.
You know how in college being rejected is emotionally easier than being waitlisted. Being waitlisted toys with your heart— you were good, but just not good enough. Wait and see if you finally make the final cut.
Stars speak of what they see Countless nights I spend surmising you and me The moon shines bright above the horizon Exaggerating the intense feeling, never to be gone Even in the darkest nights
last october english class our gaze meets you smile and turn away this moment, haunting my thoughts for days on end I twist everything I've heard you say making myself believe you like me
And then I see you 500 dollar dress Hanging like the ghost of a girl who could have been Still shining in the darkness of my closet With your emerald pleats and sweetheart neckline
She's always surounded by people, but she's always lonely. She never runs out of energy, but she's always tired. She's always trying her best, but sometimes her best isn't enough.
I wish someday she'll notice me. I wish my crush would like me; (If not love me) But I doubt They would ever feel the same about me. If she had to choose Within the crowd: To be picked;
Love is a very powerful word, But today we toss it around carelessly because the lines are blurred, Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t even know my middle name,
Orange frosting on a vanilla cupcake with girly eyes and scary looking things around her. She is the most wicked on land. But inside her heart knows she is not mad at everyone and everything.
She doesn't know. She's completely clueless. If she reaches that low, She'll say, "screw this." What phrase can I say though? I can't tell her my view. She'll throw a fit. That is my cue.
The Sweet and Dashing LassBy Briley Wells It seems the ever astounding and perplexing pen has called me yet again to expel it's ink onto paper for the sole purpose of bringing a smile to your face.
Dear Beautiful, You. Yes, you. You are loved. You are perfect. You are beautiful. In our society People are so quick to judge Based on what's seen on the outside
they never saw the real me the one i hid away in my closet buried with the things i hid from society tied her up and taped over her mouth so no one would hear her scream i remember being happy
It's 1:36 am And my mind is fixed On the memory Of how your body Latched itself onto mine And how your words Made their sweet way Into the thoughts That were once plagued
I can feel that it's going to rain Yet I don't reach for an umbrella It's the calm before the storm that I really love Yet our storm has already happened And now it's the after affects that haunt me
i gave you a chance and you took it you made me feel beautiful and wanted for the first time in a long time i craved your attention i caught myself in a trap i had been in before
New to my home town, left at eight months but now returned after many years love surrounding and mingling with my many peers while others drink beers I drink water, juice, soda
I look myself in the mirror and I see a "tall lonely depressed girl." Well, not really. My friends see that. They don't see all of the struggles that I go through.
You said goodbye. I said wait why? When i needed you the most That's when you bounce the most. All I ever wanted was to talk. All you ever wanted was to walk. Walk in front of me. Walk behind me.
Once upon a time...
i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me in her mirroras she applies exactly the necessary line
At the end of all things. There is a grand scheme. No body gets to be happy. If you are, you bought the lie. Take your poison, choose the flavor. Each shot will kill you none the less.
lyrically let her try to emasculate gold dare him to evoke it watch as they burn at the edges becoming glass figurines—hollow to hold the sunlight dance among the menagerie of light
Oh say can you see America I breathe Powerful and free Stop trying to bring us down The best in the world But I am only a girl Am I allowed to dream?
Land of the free? More like land of the fee. Changes need to hapen before we all flee. America is not the same because we are not glee. Men are not equal. Power and money makes mankind evil.
The night is clearas the day draws near.Lost and alone on this unsettled ship.Up in the sky I see a lonely star;oh how it seems to guide me afar.I gaze to the star one of millions;
The sweet chords of a song ring out Their sounds are entwined in an intricate dance The girl's body relaxes with an exhale Her eyes open wide, completely entranced
Blood is redAnd tears are blueMixed, deep in her heartLies a purple bruiseI've spent way too longThinking of youSo much, that it's started to vanish
Twinkle twinkle little starYou always put me in a tranceSo beautiful and brightYou were my good ol' pastScience, knowledge, rocket scarsWhich I was never thankful forBecause now after they came
I am not your "perfect-type" of girl,I don’t have that hot body,To which most men slaver for,I’m sorry, not! That’s just not me.
Temples, chapels, shrines and mosques All homes of Almighty Gods Whoever the hell has more might She prays to, for a life of love.She's tired of demons and the ghosts That possess her heart and soul
Black Girl Manifesto
The Girl Who Was Also a Map It was winter when I first met her I did not quite realize what she was Because of the cold, she was covered and concealed.
A boy or a girl, It doesn't matter because You're still my friend
Roses are red , Violets are blue If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you.
When a girl cuts her pink ribbons off her hair she is given the chance of freedom, adulthood, and the chance to save her innocent soul it is her choice to
The lifeless walls Of the Rising elevator carrying Nothing Save for a Pair Of nervous Smiles
Do not fall in love with me. For I will show you movies, Read you books, And sway with you to music. I will poison your favorite places to escape. And when you decide enough is enough.
A girl once contemplatedWhat it means to be loved,What it means to be valued,What it means–to be a girl
It feels like I’ve never been alone before. Obviously I have, but that was so many years ago. I grew comfortable, you were a huge part of my life. Although, you were the part of my life that held me back.
At the start, She was kind, beautiful, free. She was individual, unique Better than she’d ever been. Then, near the middle, And more towards the end Her self image began to bend And bend
I am am a warrior who never stops fighting I am a proud Mexican female who is not afraid to show her roots I am courageous and piercing despite my accent
There is a girl she doesn't like to bother people even though she does not There is a girl she stands quietly she has thoughts She has entered some where new She can speak
Who am I? Who are you? What are we? I love you and you love me but we are both trapped in our imminent dreams. As different as we are our dreams are one in the same.
A little girl once did not care if She was annoying the other girls and boys Now this girl is too careful Not to stare the wrong way A little girl once smiled alll the time
The overwhelming exhale as I awake from a nightmare, those endless encounters with the fear of isolation, only drives me to become a more compelling individual who's mind is yet to be freed from torment and confusion. 'Expect the unexpected' the c
With eyes like thunder, The girl raged like the sky and Spewed lighting as if it were words. With mirroring fury, The ocean thrashed and beat the cliffs As the girl swept away her room and
She Shone Poem Tear blinded eyes Get fried by the dying sun It screams at her to run And to turn the left at the crossroads Because right isn't always right Light beams through the trees as she runs down the left path She hath see
the girl I once knew suffer from a tragedy that ruined her mind
Twenty Sixteen sucked. I complain with my friends "wow this year sucks" Because it's the year I realized we're all small and so out of luck Deaths and chaos
For once, I have never felt so desperate judging myself for what I am destined to be. Most don't find themselves until it is no longer expected from them. I am afraid to wait too long.
Remember Her? By ChantaiRobinson
Como Pasa El Tiempo, I used to hear my mom say. Still so young, I nodded my head in agreement. It means: How Time Goes By..slipping out of our hands day by day.. They say as you get older, you start to understand
The awkward, quiet, concentrated air fills the morning As the birds try to sing but only sound like sandpaper to my ringing ears I sluggishly move the plush covers on top of me to the side
I'm sick I'm out of my head
When you speak to me, breathe sweet words into my ear drums through
The struggle to wake up and take that first blink in the morning Unable to get up your tossing and turning Finally the smell of breakfast grabs your attention
I am just a girl. Unaware and overdressed. Spent too long looking in the mirror You weren’t there I guess
An endless summertime bliss at a tall, tan, inviting home on the beach, The waves of summer roll in and slowly leave an impression in the white sand, A girl, seventeen and beautiful, filled with freckles
She used to be beautiful. I remember everything Her lips Her hair Her eyes Her scars. It was supposed to be perfect. Those slender legs now stand in my doorway.
“You and She are Her” She’s got her feet on the ground, but hear heads in the sky Her heart so dope, and her soul is so fly
i dont call it poetry, i call it letting go melting onto paper like wax, the words heal me in a way that the body can't. when was the last time i ached with pain? when was the last time i felt more than what
My Vigilant Saviour, Poetry. A young child of 10 discovered people never understood; when she spoke yet with her hands...her writing ,she communicated volumes.
I've never turned down a dare. They call me fearless, I don't tell them I cry most nights because of the unknown. I do what I want when I want. They call me bold,
Because the things she loved most Had been taken away From her,She learned To have compassion For those who were afraid Of losing theirs.
He used to walk under nothing but a raincloud, Until she came, Held his hand, And showed him the sun.
Some nights, I sip on my coffee And scribble down words With my ink-stained hands Those are the nights When I do not need the water To feel like drowning Because those are the nights
Ah, how misleading. A beautiful creature with an icey grace. Soft glances and a sickly sweet smile, Beguiling words and cursed happiness. Whatever created this shadow?
I'm going to tell you a story. It's about a girl who thought she was extraordinary.
plesant as a peach baby from the beach not a lot on her mind, just pockets full of lost dimes little red rocket crusing down the street the sun and its heat, keep making her scabs sting sweaty and petty
They say that being in your family's embrace is one of the best feelings in the world. Well... what if you're adopted? Adopted... Adopted... Why was *I* adopted?
“Loved but always alone”
Jasey Rae My fingers have been scribbling the fine lead on my paper Back and forth back and forth In efforts to try and mold out the exact words from my brain
I wonder if she still sees me as I do As the girl in the rain Crying silently Tears scarring the earth in small rivers There are times when I think she does And my heart breaks
Girl How are you tonight? A shield made of dark brown hair You tremble, turning away Are you cold? Girl You've stopped talking The light from your eyes has faded
3.30.16 He stole my golden halo and clipped my white feathered wings. Perhaps he's merely a lost boy who needed them more than me. He claimed I was part devil who
A small, meek girl with brown eyes and braids Expressing her creativity through words on a page Teachers commented, "quite ambitious for the second grade" She simply released frustations with writing rather than rage
The pretty teen girl Singing softly to the wind Her beautiful voice .
It started with me falling in love No not like that I didn’t fall in love with a boy, or girl, a moment in time But I fell in love with words At the tender age of three
girl is sensual,girl likes sitting on a washing machinewith her mascara mouth openchanting something she learned in a pop song.
fearful of my eyes, my mind, my lips spitting out someone else's secrets at any given second i could explode and everything within me the restrictions of tongue.
When I was 7 years old My mind was consumed With visions of angels The soft glow of the sun The splashing of water
A girl, Just a girl Lives with a broken: Smile, Heart, Life. Waiting for a chance, Just a chance To prove who she really is. Tired of tears on her pilliows,
To the boy who loves her next, Please know that she’s really fragile. She’s far too sensitive, but that gives you a reason to hold her and tell her everything is gonna be okay
They called her a kid, One that would make an impact in people’s lives, Give girls an image to strive for, And that’s exactly what she did.
I'm the kind of girl that takes her time in figuring out what I want. I make sure it's what I really want. But sometimes by the time I figure it out it's too late.
Surrounded by quiet chaos Walking pass people, unseen A reflection appears before me Thick and thin at the same time Not short nor tall The hair, it seems, cascades down as rushing waves
I look out of plane view At a mountain range anew They are so beautiful That words are to dull To describe the pull That they have on my soul
You are my fix, my remedy Your scent fills my lungs and makes my heart beat faster with excitement The thrill of feeling your texture between my fingertips, sometimes rough, sometimes smooth
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" A question frequently asked by many. Growing up I've had everything a young child could ask for. I had a stable home, a mom, a dad, and endless amounts of toys.
Put the food down, Girls look better thin. Don't frown, Smiles always win. Don't cry, People will think you're insane. Look away from football, Let boys enjoy their game.
She is a girl.Living off the sustenance of guys' attentions.She is hurling aroundat a million miles an hour.Out of control.But she needs it,you see.If she slows or stops,she might remember
under the sober sky neither are dry. though nearby a far cry. C R R A B
Im that little girl who dreams of being a women the one who wants to be a princess who wants to be a singer
How can I understand what you say behind the lines of those silent words of exclamations? How can I understand what you are trying to say when I cannot hear your voice, ...you don't pick my calls...because you were busy.
It was 8th grade when I first met you. I was alone. Cuts on your arms and demons in my head. Our worlds collided And somehow, us two, who were destined to self-destruct, were saved.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Why was I looking at him again? I have to tell myself to stop, But nothing was working.
The quiet girl in the back of the class looking through the glass. No one knows much about who she is they only know of the silence she gives.
She wears the standard uniform:
She tugs at her sleeves hiding her cold, white hands. With trembling lips, she breathes. Her soul compresses, lungs collapse, heart implodes. Beautiful boys, ugly scars,
“Naughty Girl! DO You know? Where the wicked go? After Death?” Asked A Sadist TO A Small Girl “They GO TO Hell” The Girl replied “What Must You DO?
SAD IT Will BE For A Father TO Feel For the Death OF HIS Daughter Who was HIS “Precious Pearl” IT would have Been A very
E! was I Green Someone painted me in Red I lost my naturalness Giving rise to artifice I was posted On a manmade web Alterations had I gone threw
This girl was crazy But she looked like a mountain daisy. Her brown curly hair Made her blue eyes be stared. She was the clown of the group So she was kept in the loop
The Ocean I sit on a patch over looking the ocean my body quivers like it full of emotion
I came from a place, not too far away, I grew up, always having, wanting, something to say I can't say what I think, I'm deprived of what I need, I needed love, was it so hard to see?
I am magnetic. I am not just Rachel. Putting my faith in a power greater than anyone. Having courage and being kind. Giving rather than receiving. I am magnetic. Writing songs about my life experiences.
As the cool wind blew briskly through the barren forest a single head of fire bounced down t
I remember when you walked into the room Your eyes touched mine, then flicked away without a second glance Honestly i didn't know anything could be so good Then you spoke and my world crashed and scattered
She was a brick wall. No one could get through to her She had the personality of a lioness. Anyone who dared to tempt her, she would devour. She saw no one as competition
I Am Two Faced. I wish nothing more than for the people around me to get along. I wish even more for my friends to be without any drama. But that will never happen.
The first summer that I saw blood when I went to the bathroom was the first summer a boy slid his hand down my shirt, the first summer I learned my body did not belong to me, that I was either going to be powerful or property. I learned quickly
Words out of her mouth will melt your heart. Her voice is a choir, a symphony of beauty. Those eyes are pure gold.
See that Girl, over there? Her witty words, and messed up hair. that Girl is a diamond, brighter than the sun Her heart is pure, and loves everyone one that Girl's mind, creative, never dull
Hypothetically, if I told you I loved you would we still be friends? If I promised to keep a promise but didn't would our friendship depend? I'm speaking hypothetical and never intend to hurt you.
Mariah Sure, that's me. That is my name. The first thing people see. But when they let themselves in, And pass through the door, When they find themselves inside, But not finding what for,
first time i saw you was at the airporti took one look at you and i was lost in thoughtyour beautiful flowing hair, to your lovely brown eyesand a sweet sensual voice that no man can d
little girl playing in rain puddles herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky raincoat swish-swish wellies squeak and slurp hungry beasts gold hair, bright eyes clueless and naive.
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 loved days like these.
She said I was a good girl, I played by the rules. I listened to orders, And I did well in school. I was always the good girl, Quiet and polite. Never saying a word,
Mommy and daddy raised me to be a butterfly
A facade. Gold plated, short lived.
He grabs my hand and tells me I’m beautiful
When I look in the mirror I don’t see the same little girl that ran around my mother’s busy office
To the worrisome little girl I was: Things will fall into place.It’ll take time.Tears will be cried.But things will fit together again,Even if they’re all broken now.
I type words and write letters I listen to sad songs and sing along I thought by now that I'd be better I know now that I was wrong Don't say you're over me when you're not
She catches my eye as she passes by My mind begins to think "Who is that girl I must know.
I'm not gonna say I don't miss you cause I do I'm not gonna say I don't love you cause that'll be a lie too What I will say is that everyday with you was like a dream come true I can't tell you something that's not true
Pounding the pavement- Just breathe. Rounding the corner, and drowning in water- Just breathe. Sprinting the last steps while blurring my
There is a girl in the corner.
Inspiration draws in my mind as I paint her.
The flowers were around me Like pink tissue paper Guarding a presant From eager eyes. But this presant wasn't nail polish, Lip gloss or barbie dolls, It wasn't mudpies, Or beebee guns for guys.
All these crazy things,
She’s a pretty little angel,
I've been searching for hours, to find a reason why. It's 2 A.M. and I'm running circles in my mind. I whisper prayers that go unheard. I wonder when my thoughts will turn. To happy days
She needs a sensitive soul. A gentle touch. A loving heart.
She's the Girl.....
I'm a china, glass doll girl, people think I'll break. Problem is they don't know how much I've already had to take. And putting me on a shelf was never my idea of fun.
Do you see me?
The moment I mention his name, Like the silence of the dreams they haven't yet killed, The room becomes quiet and still. Their words like whips "CRACKS!" start to fill the room Slicing gashes on my heart.
Don't be fooled by my appearance I am anything but small With a will as strong as steel and diamonds Nothing can break me I hold my head up and do as I want Morals are my foundation in this world
I remember The middle of November Back in seventh grade In biology We were taught to see
I am a product of judgement and lies.
I Could talk for hours on end. Sometimes about the little thing and maybe even random things.
They say that I am not the typical black girl because, well only because I "talk white". see let me cut to the chase about the crazy things that humans say first in foremost it is actually speak
She sings a song so soft and sweet But it's filled with such sadness It makes you want to cry This song lets you feel her pain And you want to scream How can this be fair you wonder
Pick this up Pick that up Shut your mouth Women should be seen Not heard. Make me tea Make me breakfast Make me tea Make me lunch Make me tea Make me dinner
There's a Girl.....,
Me As I pose for that picture
So imagine the relief I felt When I found my forever In the midst of all the temporary
I slowley sink Into the darkness Of my mind The demons know me They call me by name But they don't care for me For who could love A depressed girl?
Accorfing to my makers, my mom and my dad, I am a blessing,most beautifully made They asked God for me and their dream came true. A little girl that was all they wanted.
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
Cut offs instead of skirts, t-shirt instead of sweaters, earbuds instead of earrings, is what makes my life a lot better. Didn't fake a smile as a kid,
Who wants to be like me? They say I am not popular They say I am far from perfect Without the makeup Without the filters I am me And on the inside I know that I am perfect
Me? Oh, I, I am the girl, the girl with the curly brown hair, with straightened bangs, bangs that have grown too long— long enough to hide my eyes from the world
You would think I would be smart enough to stop , smart enough to stop putting myself in the same shit that I say I won't , Smart enough that I would realize that I'm the one hurting , not them . I must be real dumb .
she was always afraid of falling in love
That shy girl
I'm just a girl,
LOOK at me. STARE at me. PIERCE with your judging eyes
As a girl, im supposed to play with barbies, not with hot wheels or a toy truck. as a girl, im supposed to have dolls, and pick flowers, for "he loves me" luck. As a chick, im supposed to wear dresses, skirts, and make up too.
A line of coal across the lid A swipe of black added to the lash Loose curls cascading down Don't look in the mirror they said Conceited
There’s a stigma within the black community That if you’re educated, you’re acting “white”. No longer are you associated with the “ghetto” Or should I say your kind, If you have your pants above your waist
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, who is she Is that me? I wish it wouldn't be That hand, that hair, that voice, that name That - that what happened I was caught In the static electricity of my mind
When we first met I was nothing but an empty landscape. You made me laugh so deeply that I cried, and the tears watered a lost garden in my body.
Woman Wrapped in Self-Confidence I am a woman wrapped in self-confidence A crown of wisdom placed upon my brow A heart of wonder laced with tenderness Tall I stand against all resistance.
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.
Today, a girl has sat next to my seat.She we
Feeling like a princess, Undistinguished by the makeup I’m the same though, Same smile, Same naïve personality You are there, Looking like a young Johnny Depp With a tux
Porcelain Where are you? What are you doing? This is not right! Unacceptable! Is this what you pictured?
I am merely an average girl with a passion for fashion, Photography is life, And so are filters. Realistically, I am a simple girl without filters, Or maybe, a beauty-queen who needs a little edit.
There's a girl in my English classwho always looks out the windowand sketches little people on the side of her spiral notebook.
I am not oh-so-beautiful I am no princess in truth I haven't a drop of royal blood Nor silver save my filled tooth Perhaps one may overlook me Give me not a chance
In my eyes..
She was a beautiful gleam of light –that last bit of gleaming sunset that strikes through the sky like the chiming ring of a spoon on fine crystal. She was a lone dandelion seed floating on the breeze,
No one ever
This bag of bones never fits right This skin they're in too big, too tight And the slick acid of anxiety barks and bites And the shape of my face never quite nice But I love myself anyway
yes, the confusion is real I try to figure you out but it's like I'm mentally ill especially that chemistry it's just like begging to spill 'cause baby you know you got it with like far more appeal
At night, I wait for her to come, My rays glistening silver on the pool below. The forest is quite and still; The stars wheel and dance around me. At night, I come to the pool in the forest;
Prude. Censuring. Perfect little girl. Am I a prude when I dislike foul words? And promiscuity is not something I adore: But how can I be perfect if you claim that I’m a churl?
Reliance on your reflection in the mirror
I never meant to use a filter I didn’t think I did. Look at me and tell me what you see
The flash- The filter- It's how I hide. The picture that everyone sees isn't me though It's just a reflection of this person That yes looks practically like me
She watched the shampoo run down the drain in rivulets of strawberry blood. She stood and thought and tried not to think of the things that are and the thing that was.
I WOULD BE LIKE CINDERELLA, WEAR A BLUE GOWN & A HAIRDO.
Deep within myself, Lies a being who'll never change. She'll smile when she's happy, She'll always act her age. She knows exactly who she is, Though may others don't.
My thighs stretch out across the seat when I sit.
You think he is cute, he dresses nice, a little player, but he is into you. "I can make him change", thinks the girl that is still in her teens. You fail to realize that he is young too.
As I go through my day Trying to keep my head up & just be okay.
Over and over they raped her Made her feel as if she wasn't there Touched her innocent body
Optimistic. Kind. Successful. It's what I should be. It's what I will be. Needs for love grow daily in the grey eyes of beloved friends. Be happy. Be loving. Be an example.
Ignore the girl hiding behind the maskshe whispers to me at night"what have you done?""you're so stupid""why would anyone want to care about you?"her whispers raise in volume and venom
Flawless Dancer The lights brighten and the curtain rises. I stand motionless... Shaking.
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
I screamed but only piercing silence was heard thus I took my seemingly rightful place as the invisible nerd.
The way my hair falls on my shoulder, the mole on my right leg, and my hairy knuckles just make me flawless. The scars on my feet, the way my stomache folds, and my bushy eyebrows make me flawless.
Welcome to my High School Where teachers and students mingle Where the confused kid gets all the love he can Where friends are everywhere Oh look over there That girl just got all those kisses from those guys
smile brightens my day and his day even your day look in the mirror my way everyday a smile wow a smile talk with a smile walk with a smile oh, and don't forget smile
So young and matured Nowhere close to assured
I hear all the worlds probe my scars they cant seem to get passed the "bars" they can't see the happy parts
Every morning she stood in front of the mirror and was ashamed of what she saw She hated the kinks in her hair the sea faring bridges of her nose the fullness of her crimson lips So she sought refuge in makeup
Emblazoned within the wet works of my brain, A time remembered as happiness so true— There rests a memory, mellifluous too, As the bees buzz with the sun’s rays and warm rain.
Sweet flower, oh so delicate Awaiting to bloom, within the first week of November To have something to give thanks for The beautiful flower that is to come
Shattered glass isn’t always what it seems, it chips and cracks It was once one full piece, nothing could ripped away I see storms of furry waves of the crashing sea
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty. I struggled with my relationship with my family. Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
Tears begin in her dead green eyes which fall and shatter like glass. Her heart had frozen long ago. On her face, She wears a mask. To them She smiles; I see Her frown.
Wherever I am, As long as I’m out, Over the blue waters I go To catch some trout. But never after a full moon. That’s when they have their feasts. With the moonlight shining over the water,
There's a girl
You don't know meI'm not the person you think I am
I have a little sister. She's 4'10 and has dirty blonde hair that goes past her ears She has blue eyes that look stormy grey a lot of times.
By: Alondra Vahan
This is my facade My mask, my security My assuracnce of no judgement I walk around, unhappy Not okay with who I really am I pretend to like guys, and only guys
you can act like you're my friend but we both remember the end let's stop pretending it's alright
I am a stranger in my own life I don't understand my friends nor do they understand me they may think they do they may think that my laugh is genuine they may think that
You may think I'm perfect without a scar imperfection or fear.
Ahh I can smell that smell from a mile away. It's that smell of another women's perfume when he's late. He tries to cover it up with one of those old cigars ,but that never really gets him too far.
Sweet, crisp, golden hay Shining, freshly groomed coat Tired but content Renee Missy begins to dote Soft, whiskery muzzle Warm, sweet, breath Giggles when Missy gives a nuzzle
Long hair and makeup Pink, sparkles, and perfume Just a girl Hiding Behind what's right Dresses and heels Necklaces, flowers, and purses What I really Want
I stroll down the streets of my town, through the hallways of my school, through the rooms of my house, And what do people see?
Deep darkness held onto the fragile heart she carried within her chest- unspent tears in her eyes a mind that would never stop but a brain that had died. The slow beating of a broken soul
She died of a broken heart falling asleep with the sound of Love Love Love in her ears. She had no emotions left to give She was done. She was done-done-done, girl. She was done.
There was once a girl who had given so much of her heart away that one day, after giving her last piece, she fell asleep listening to Bon Iver, and doed of a broken and missing heart.
A young beautiful girl,Had a big heart and bright future,Set her priorities and goals straight,But fell in love with a mister,Told her there was much in store for her.She was naive and eager to see,
I remember when I first saw you I was a little afraid of you.
I have no inspiration, I don't have anything to write about. Maybe it will come to me as I'm writing. Maybe it wont.
Everyone wears a mask. It's as if we're all at a ball. Who are you really? I may never know.
Please. Please. Listen to me. I'm sorry, for lying--
She walks the halls with her arms wrapped around her books that are strapped to her chest. Everyone makes fun of the way she is but her posture tells a story few will ever know.
As the clouds move As the water flows Where the air travels Is where my problems should go Live a stress free life Living with no regret or worry Living life freely Fixing problems with sorry
I refuse to really be, the girl that laid in the hospital bed, She was so helpless. She was so lonely. She was praying not to die at seventeen, She was so brave. Because the hospital beds were home back then
Build me a home to hide in To grow, to live and to die in I’ve made my bed for me to lie in Made of sewn cotton and pine Couldn’t I just stay in limbo here? The hands on the clock would disappear
The walls she built she thought it'd save the way she hides the creatures from outside The noise she makes bounce off the walls and don't go through like usually
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
She looks at the moon She starts to sing a tune a dream she had this afternoon In the desert she would roam Looking for a place called Home Were that is she doesn't know
The same brain, body and gender. Having a light make-up, We go out. Wearing pink dresses and high-heels. As usual...
I saw Mary today I saw Rick today I haven't seen her since last summer
sometimes, I like to walk out side and let my mind become heavy with pictures of this never ending setting. things get a little foggy, when I can't seem to absorb that one day this won't exsit any more.
Woke Up with my legs open and my mind crossed. "Boys sure do like me" "boys like me" "like me" "me" Boys like to suck me dry. my being, my spirit, my soul;
I heard you speak now I want to hear you more I heard you laugh now I want to make you laugh more I saw your smile now I want to make you smile more I saw your eyes now I want to gaze at them more
What have I done? The person I loved…cold, limp, and lifeless…is before me. The person I loved is calling out for help… no one can hear… I took no action. I watched the person I loved… die before my eyes. I look at my arms… splattered with bl
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
Sweetheart, let me in.It's time for our lives to b
She was 15 when she left for good. A one up for the death toll in the hood. Mother tried to warn her that he was no good. A fleeting moment became the end for her.
I write to the Little Girl in the Future. In case you have forgotten... In case you have forgotten the beauty of the swirling passions of the primitive past
my heart explodes in joy at the sight
Driving these six wheels, Strumming this six string. Sitting on a back road, Sipping that cold drink. - If you do it right, We're gonna have a good time. So crank up the music,
Pampered kisses, the urgency to feel the lay out of their skin Drunk to begin, sober at the end
Darling, light that cigarette Let the ashes fall With them your dreams Cause tomorrow when you wake up You'll realize we never met Standing on that boardwalk In the dark of night
A troubled teen, she wonders the streets, a paint can in her hand. She wants someone to notice her. She wants someone to value her, so she will receive her value from afar.
The Closet There is the universe. Inside that universe is the solar system,
Glass shatters on the floorHer heart finally gave
Haven't seen your face in a while; I miss your smile.
Cybil pushed through the parlour egress She did not like to think what lay beyond the recess For her imagination raged and galloped And thought up all manner of horrible things
I could see the universe in your eyes, leaping through my body, dripping from my bones. Your breath took mine away. As we got lost together in our infinite lust,
The sound of shoes scuffing the floor echoed throughout the hallway. A black hood encases her face, hiding her from the world. She keeps her head down,
Heart broken by many Body used by all them All that I can remember is that they loved me for my face and body They didn't care for who I was but only just as a prize
When I see you I can only image what it would be like to hold your hand to kiss you to hold you to carry you to protect you to love you and for you to love me when I see you I get a rush of amazing feeling so extreme so paralyzingly in the best w
It was a warm summer day, And I was packing my backpack, To go home for the day, Off the beaten track. As I looked up, And turned to leave, This bright face lit up,
She walks home each day Hearing the whispers and all that they say "Have you heard..." "Her dad..." "...some woman..." Try as she might she can't block them out
i once met an angel in a devil's disguise. i could never figure out why he'd cover his wings and replace them with ice-cold shoulders that stung at the touch, or why he traded his warm,
I can't breathe My tears flow freely, the sick feeling of dread overwhelming me His hands are warm, controlled and gentle. He's comforted others before me,
Listen, sister, for this talk unsettles me. Stop here. Because You are not the sum of things you have made. You are not the sum of others' judgements, opinions - no.
I hear the word so often that I have become numb to it. I think that is the worst part. They call me out of my name and they hate me so much.
Those words I just don't care What do they mean? You hit a man on a bicycle and that's the only thing you can say? Your car Is it worth more then this man life? His wife
Who is this girl we call Beauty? Where can she be found? What does she look like? And what is her sound?
Spring, a time filled with joy,
Flitting through the trees She runs Like the quicksilver moon High in the clear night sky He passes through the dark trees Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
Let me tell you straight,I say yes you say noI say come you say goI hide and you showI inhale while you blowDifferent….
Sitting watching my hand grabs yours you squeeze, I smile, you laugh, no noise I lean, you lean, I shut my eyes, a shock, a welcome, a sweet surprise, I reach, you hug, my body's numb,
After we done she clap for me bravo,
nervous and edgy you look at her
The rain drops fall, caressing her face The tight curls of her hair unwinding Her eyes look down, words lost in space Her hands cross slowly, searching, finding A small bit of solace in each other
the thoughts of a girl who tries to make herself look happy but puts up walls so that no one can get close enough to see her true colors
look at me my outfit is trendy and preppy my smile always reaches one ear to anther LOOK AT ME look at my shoes my hair,tied back high as the sky in a ponay tail
The emphasis placed on between the legs Is what is reflected in the world today We have become so consumed with a person's sex That it takes precedence over the person they are Who they will become
Her beauty is snow storms, tucked away, Tiny freezing snowflakes bottled in my fingers. It comforts me, and breaks my fall, And its sparks set my heart alight. This girl is unique in perfection,
the warm white tide Your footsteps in the sand, They’re only temporary, Soon to fill with seawater, Flushed orange with the last Lost rays of shimmering daylight.
Rosy were of her lavish cheeks, What a shadow the flourescent moonlight leaves Complimented by the icy crystals traveling down in trails towards her heart It's a wonder how such chaotic strife can be such beautiful art
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
No matter where I go, I can't explain away, the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way. She's a mystery to us all, and a puzzle to a tee, a conundrum to her parents,
Let's introduce the world to a very sexy girl, who lights the room up and likes to start a ruckus.
Facing the dedication plaque of The East Coast Memorial in Battery Park,sat a navy spiral bound with a worn post-it note upon the cover.Head slightly tilted, I scoff at the carelessness of some kids.
You are my past. So why do I fear you? For taking my innocence. For taking my confidence. For making me afraid of every man that comes near. You are their past. So why do they fear you?
We approached the counter, side by side.
Would anything get done if everyone agreed -
Lonely, I can't remember reading the definition. An emotion that I,I've felt in constant repetition. My defense mechanism fits the repulsed credentials of the God above.
Those beautiful brown eyes
The day I was born I was given a daisy. When they gave it to me they told me: This is no ordinary daisy, As long as it’s with you, Everyone will believe you to be innocent before guilty,
Make your words count. That’s what they tell us day in and day out. Somehow, I think I’ve taken this a little too far. I overthink what I want to say to the point where The time for saying it has passed.
I know I just met you but please let me say we could get food.. I mean..I want you to stay. Ahhh not in a creepy way
So many times I’ve heard, “You don’t act black”, And to this day I still don’t understand, How does one act a color? Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark? At least that’s what Webster tells me,
pink lips pink hair cartwheels i dont care. sunglasses wineglasses kisses on the run. short skirts outskirts i hate everyone.
I have inspiration; I just can’t put it together. I have dreams; I just don’t know where to begin. I have hope; I just don’t show it.
Every day voices circle all around me Telling me what I should or shouldn’t be Why don’t you play with girls’ toys? Why do you spend so much time with boys? You should go shopping more with fellow females
What harm can we do you on our knees?
My greatest fear was to drown. To have my lungs full of water Simultaneously, living and dying Until I realized, I'm drowning myself. Sorrow after sorrow take over my body
She liked control. Because as long as she was in control. She could determine what happens. So she would push people away And soon enough she only had herself.
My heart burns hottest flames blue My body sweats being in the sun My mind's lost my heart's empty All my emotions now disperse For now my heart hurts A flash of an image And my mind suddenly works
Hey dad ? Why?
If I died tomorrow, I don't know if I would be proud of who I am today. [pause] Allow me, to explain, we have been told over and over again, that we should live freely within our constraints-
When I was eight he tried to steal my innocence.
We all are the Same On the inside I feel so Ashamed On the outside The moon is my enemy i feel only Pain Surrounded by darkness all you see in Cocaine
In sonnets all feelings encased therein
A background noise A slight ringing in your ears Just enough to be annoying But not enough to keep your attention. Today I decided to climb up the shelves in the closet in your bedroom
A young girl that's so upset So she goes through life giving nothing more than sex You ask her what's love, and she'll give you a puzzled face maybe it's cuz' her father dropped out from the early race
She thought she was invincible 19 and young Invincible to the cops Invincible to the shots Invincible to a drive That took her down a road late one night She ran from the cops,
I wasn't exactly fine before you came.But I was still okayand you were youjust a friend of a friend.Then our hands brushedand my cheeks set a flame.
I stand alone on this Pavement roda, not knowing what to expect, without being aware of the things I am going to encounter, I just keep on walking because what else is left of me to do ?
I miss that Girl. I miss that girl, I really do, It hurt to have to leave. My heart is hers, it really is, For I gave her the key. And now apart, it really stings For she is part of me.
She blinks and gapes and her mouth spouts crapThe audience stares and claps and their mouths flap I sit and watch and wonder how or maybe even whyThey talk like I care and wonder about nigh
Inside of a teenage girl,Is a big, beating heart,a heart that tears what sheloves and likes apart.
I know a girl She is coming over later We haven't seen each other for a long time. We text She liked me Once upon a time. She says she misses me I say the same thing back
I won the case, my prize? One way ticket to paradise. I take my people and go The land is vast, they said We don’t need your savagery, they said My people’s tears trace the trail
To you it’s just a word But it makes her soul burns And leads to that knife She takes that first slice And though the cut hurts She’d rather feel that pain
Maybe we could educate men That no always means no And I guess we could educate women too That it's not your fault What he did to you Even if he was your boyfriend A random stranger
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light
Today is my cheat day, Or maybe my cheat week, A smirk of a smile, Of diets and exercise I do not speak, The guilt forgotten because I seek, The delicious foods no longer I sneak,
When you’re alone in the castle When even the mice have gone When the moonlight shadows stalk And it’s a long time till dawn When you cannot hear a voice Because the walls block out the sound
That tear you saw Represents all the pain i have suffered The built up anger,hate, and frustration That had been bestowed upon me That tear isn't any ordinary tear It isn't the cry for attention or pity It's the tear of someone so broken inside I
Me Self I Mainly engaged Sometimes energetic, lonley or fading I hope, I dream, I wish, I want I have finally learned That I am myself And that myself can fight for me
There was a boy who found a girl cute.
Let me tell you a little story about a cat I know, That wen’t from love to loss not too long ago, From inside a warm house to outside in the rain, Nobody cared about her struggles, hunger, or pain,
Roses are red Violets are blue My heart will always Belong to you No matter what happens I will always love you And baby you will always, No matter if we are far apart,
Sitting in a room full of people but nobody can hear your scream. Walking down the halls alone as if you were in a horrible dream.
You admire chess In an echo booming society That’s out of the ordinary Extraordinary that you can
Fat Girl in the buffet line,Fills half of her plat
Waves crash against the shore, A storm is on its way. I cling to my desk in a bitter hope That it will all pass over me. But as they walk by, Their lightning strikes— Cold, hard stares
Filthy hands shine in the light of the beautiful pain. Glistening in the promise sin offers to gratify the mind’s desires. Relief from the pain in frozen blood cries out. Trembling.
This poem was inspired by Rosemarie Uquico's poem "Date A Girl Who Reads."
Maybe the timing’s not right. Or maybe it’s just not meant to be. Should I put up a fight? Or should I let it be? I keep running into you. We’re so close, yet so far.
She went to see the world down low The girl with lanterns in her eyes. So she flew on her cycle to the people below The girl with lanterns in her eyes.
A tattooed anchor entwined in the symbol for infinity sits on her hip bone, which juts out like a cliff over her great barrier reef.
I see nothing Nothing but her I just stare And she’s beautiful Her soft eyes stare cautiously And her hair falls It’s always falling Soft skin Pure- not a flaw
Looking in the mirror I see a girl... I'm watching her scream I'm rewinding her dreams I'm watching her cry I'm practically watching her die I sit back and watch as she tries to wipe the tears from her eyes.
There I sit, 30 minutes left, nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush. Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft, let me go, I'm in a rush! Run to the door, but stopped in my track
She sat alone on a sidewalk almost as dirty as her, in a city almost as dangerous to watch the boys skate With their profanities and perverted jokes, she was hooked
This girl who is she? What is her means ? She has been throrugh alot Alot of things you have never seen. They say she's jamaican but is that all to her ? She seems that she has something else to offer.
When the sun awakens in the morning and I awake from my dreams back to reality I feel how strongly my heart misses you, its killing me I try to push it away and focus on something else with all my might
I look in the mirror and see many faces.I see the face of a seventeen year old girl,Shoulder length brown hair and circles under her eyes.Wipe off the mirror with your sleeve,and you’ll see something more.
Little girl in the photo where will you go? will you sweep it beneath? will you go with the flow? will you camofauge in with the rest? will you set yourself apart and do what is best?
Why must happiness be so hard but grief and hatred so great? Why must we learn or except our fate I feel like crying, I feel like dyeing
Listening to the music, While tears stream down my face; Is just another day. I tell myself that tomorrow will be better? But I know the truth. Nothing will change. Who was I kidding?
It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set aside only the best and most hopeful of the pieces.
What do you see when you look at me Is it my body? My curves, my fine physique Now look me in my eyes and tell me what do you see. A girl with low self-esteem and insecurities
She is Tall Brilliant Gorgeous Funny Amazing I am Average She is A girl who, when she says "hello" her smile is genuine And it makes your heart pound in your chest
I am Female. I am Girl. I am Woman. I am large hips, I am tiny waist, I am large chest, I am stereotype. I am pretty face, makeup, lipstick, I am beauty.
She grows in a special pot.Made of wires and fear.Commonly broken and torn through.But always put back in her place.She's cared for and dusted,Her eyes behind the glass box,Sees a world she can never touch,And a world that will never touch her.Sh
I wear glasses to see better.. But is worth it, To take a look at one girl and say "she fat.." "She so fat, the make the floor shake..." "Make table break," But that's what we say in our eyes...
Walking down the street Its more than a dream Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me What I see is a frightening sight All different faces but no difference inside
I remember when we first met The summer before my first high school year Can’t seem to remember the exact day, but the month and year I’ll never forget That year so long ago has finally brought me to cry my last tear
In the midst of the gale I found myself, helpless and pale A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage
Teach a girlNo doubt, she is diamond-beautifulInside and out,Because God created herWith a purpose.Break the curse,To crush deadThe tiny mocking voicesIn her head
Once an angel sat down next to me, In the form of a homeless man, On a graffitied park bench and Said to me: “Why you’ve been an idiot.
A white hair tie bound around each wrist The residue of charcoal mascara smeared onto her fingers She will watch the night turn grey and blue against her windowpane
Our World... Rapacity! Where Men usurp the youth. Men who manifest greed, lust, power Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers. Cloned as the Men
there was a boy and a girl they met unexpectedly on the street one day he dropped his book she picked it up he smiled
When I hear of a hurricane, that is when I will think of you. A force that drove me insane, and a little senseless too. I admit I didn't love, how easily you caught my eye.
His eyes meet with hers, she looks donw, grean with jealousy, red with anger, What is she a camillion? she's stuck on him, she's got a crush on him, when she's not paying attention,
We were holding handsYou were looking at meThe way boys always doWhen they want something moreI got up and walked awayI just wanted spaceWe were on a couch in a clothing store
The kindness in the smile of a little girl. Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love, sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
I have caught myself, talking to my mind again. It’s alright, nothing to worry about. I like it that way. Being in a place where you are me and I is you. We are all the same. We are all myself. Now the thoughts are creeping in.. Because lately you
One, two, three, four, five, / A child's delight so simple, / Green and growing, she.
Is a girl worth so much more rather than what she holds between her thighs? In her mind, she asks what she’s really worth When no one takes her for who she is. Scared that no one will like her for who she is.
The scent of the juice of apples on her breath mixes (by 10pm) with the café cigarettes & coffee in her hair And she told us that when she dreams, she goes to every country on Earth,
They said that I'd be fine And I believed it to be true Until at the next moment My eyes fell upon you My heart began to beat off rhythm As my vision became blind
There she is, a girl all alone Others let out, an annoyed moan She sits, her head down, in a book Other play angry birds on a nook She opens a notebook, takes out a pen
The joy in her smile brings warmth to my heart. A pleasure I had forgotten renewed. I only wish she could understand me for being me but it's not that simple. The dimples dare me to dive in but it is only for the road of the warrior.
She stands in front of the mirror and gives a good look at herself. She wants to see a heart shaped face with light eyes. She wants to see a clear skinned girl with a slim figure. She wants to see everything she isn't, in herself.
The girl sat on an empty street Her face was as sullen as her surroundings She softly lifted her face in hopes of a single ray of sun
Its simple parts cannot ever redress The mystery that dances across its folds Cloth and thread, no account for the success Which strikes plain garment with magic untold The power it wields to fully impress
:There was a small, scared girl who was trapped in her own world, frantically searching how to escape. In a desperate day her life changed. She grabbed a pencil and paper and began to write.
I'm almost convinced that she speaks Another language.But she speaks in a way that I can understand it.Everything she says to me has a Significant meaning.I don't know what it is that keeps me so Addicted to her. Maybe it's her beautiful smile, Or
I'll never hear a guy say I'm beautiful, because who would look at me and see beauty? I'll never hear a guy say I'm smart, beacuse who would go out with me for my brains?
I was to young to deal. Started not to feel. Never took the time to heal. Somehow it didn't feel real. I was to young to see. Thought it was apart of being me.
A girl walks the perfect road Sun shining bright like always Day after day Sadness does not exist For she knows not what it is She continues to walk this perfect road
She is tumbling, cascading, silently spiraling into a tunnel of hopelessness. you are too dark! you're not pretty enough! she desperate for comfort.
She was an astronaut and he was a poet. He's known of her since elementary school.He's known her since before he knew of the words he should've used to describe the way she jumped off the jungle gym like Armstrong stepping on the moon for the firs
Beyond the mirror lives a lass.The notion is crass, but she is pretty.Through the mirror I see her.See her dancing,See her singing.See her alone.
Perfect white - clouds rolling like hills under A sky pale blue like his eyes: sightless, remembering. Staring through a glass oval, indented deep
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
I see my soul soaring, Flying like an eagle, They try to tie me down, Where I cannot be free.
Taste of water Stroke of sunshine blossoming occurs Petals painted with vibrant color growing gradually Sun guides me through the day with a grin with a sweat
Music notes Play in my head Sparking laughs, tears and shame. The girl I used to be Lost along the way. Tunnels and mazes Hide her pain. Where is she? When will she come back?
No matter how big, No matter how small, I will make a difference, That will touch the hearts of all. No such boundaries, Can tear me down Because I am me And I don’t frown.
She will fill me with glee, when she finally decides to come to California with me. I have always dreamed of traversing the wine country, though I have never been, so when, when, when?
My face burns red Fiery, flustered, forgoing. Nostrils condense, eyes moisten. “This is Bat Country” her coy smile appeared to howl at me as I was lost in the chaos.
Your voice Is a weapon Sharper than any knife More truthful than any gun
The girl you once knew is no longer here. She is more fragile but yet stronger. OUTSPOKEN but shy at times. Smiling on the outside but dying inside. You think you know her? Not at all.
A simple brush against my cheek, Such touching makes me weak. He whispers softly in my ear, Just loud enough for me to hear. Come dance with me.
Locked in a room, Alone with the blade. Metal meets flesh And rips it apart. Blood pours out; A twisted, red river of misery. Life is drained As she falls to the ground And becomes a waste.
You've got my mind working overtime Stole my heart, you've done the crime I can't find the words I should say- Hearing from you brightens my day Say to voice my feelings for you
The ultimate family reunion Family from east to west West to East North to South We all gather at one special place I'm most excited to see one particular face That I have not seen in ages
Love had escaped me Falling in love Impossible Being loved Even more so So I thought But love found me Rather given to me By the One who is love Through a woman A woman of God
I get hurt, I fall down I am just a girl Sometimes life gets me down Sometimes I’m overcome with stress I am just a girl
I'm tall, your short which ones better? big boobs? small ones? or how about this big ass, small bum I just love mine who cares, because thats the way I am! The way I am! what can I say
Little Little People they come right in they come right underneath my chinny chin chin the view from the top always see their heads spin never in their lifetime they'll see my head spin
Fashionably late. The old and white nostalgia descends upon my door. Nervously- perhaps anti- cipation draws me like an artist struck by deja vu- I walk out to greet her and
I am just a girl. A typical teenage girl. A girl who, in no special way, stands out or makes her self noticed.
Everyone keeps staring at me My belly swells and my feet hurt I didnt ask for this change I didnt ask for this experience stop staring at me please judging me in your head whispers in the shadow of my back
If the world was my classroom, I would teach a girl to learn and to love, And not go to jail. I would teach a girl to not envy but embrace, To push onward even when it seems like there is no escape.
Falling through the cold, Hearing the sounds of screaming nights, Seeing time change to dust. I feel you there. You seem so real. Like the little girl in an empty park, Running around with glee.
The fairy with the broken wing That loves to write, That loves to sing, That can't seem to do anything right. Words spoken are a beautiful sound, But those written scream out.
How sweet and how lovely it has been made, Glowing bright as though Kissed by the sun But don't be dismayed, Its stem will feel smooth and soft like its very pure,
If you look at me now, I'm a girl at a desk. I seem normal, following directions like the rest. You'd never seen the pain in my mind. Tears that I successfully hide.
My Black is Beautiful, My Black is free Thanks to all of the Blacks that came before me Three years old no father killed by the life he lived Please little black girl don’t cry I reached but he wasn't there
I've seen those hands before In a different country far from here I've smelled that scent before But it's not like he's standing beside me Flashbacks through my senses
We were convinced our paths were written in the stars And promised we'd never be apart To only realize none was as different as ours So we parted ways with all too broken hearts
And there I was In your bed Thinking about being young And what I would’ve said.
I wake up, same routine. Take a shower, floss in between. Brush my teeth, oh how fresh. There goes my school uniform, an everyday refresh.
Your eyes, green with flicks of brown. They swallowed me whole. They took my soul. They flipped my world world upside down.
There he goes walking at his graceful pace, says hello to his friends, decides to stay and talk. Smiling and laughing there is is, but then his eyes land on me. His smile has faded away, and my heart is beginning to cry,
Sun shines through my small window the light drips down the walls like golden raindrops. My eyelids flutter open, retinas burning in the unexpected light. I look around at the blank walls. No detail, no color
He didn't even know me. he passed me by like a river's torrent smoothly, he grumbled, "Nice shirt FAG!"
Drops of starlight swimming through the atmosphere, the aquamarine sky swirling above. It's time. Silver seas calm, No breeze through the grasses. It's time.
For example, Blocks. Stacking rings. Mr. Potato Head. (What about Mrs. Potato Head? See what I mean?) Those Little People that come in a family their own house their own car –
I've seen it all I've seen many females fall No, no, no I won't lie I admit I've stumbled a few times we are all assigned to intertwine souls and unfold memories that are set in stone
From the corner of my eye she peeks into the world, Timid and soft-spoken— I can hear her But others say they can't hear this girl. She never bothers to speak up, Always insisting on getting ignored,
Today is a big day for a little bird, like me No one knows i'm coming Even though i'm not born yet I have traveled back into time
(poems go here) The slick smooth black high heels, my weapons of choice, disguise me as a secret spy, these trusty sidekicks, two extensions of my legs, we glide around the corner,
I am a girl who loves a girl And believes in the Bible too There’s a fight in my head It’s not a fight to the death It’s a fight to realize who Knows what it means to love. Man shall not lay with man
I start as the girl I'm supposed to be Always nice and kind and happy With a boyfriend who cares, and a sister to run to Everyone says "your family truly loves you" No one can see the yells and screams
You think you cool just cause you have sex with the dudes, I have news for you that just makes you a fool, I guess you like the center of attention and whispers behind your back,
One day in the middle of the night I heard a voice I woke up and looked around But no one was there, I thought it was just a sound So I went back to sleep Hoping my dreams would fall in the deep
Brushed hair, great smile That is the beauty that sits next to me Creative and always active Laughs because she finds me funny
There for me always Wipes my tears Sits through my struggles even though she don't have too My Perfect Girl the Center of MY WORLD Gone forever Heaven stole my perfect girl It stole my heart too...
“I just wanted to be normal” She said As she scrapped the words into her paper Until it bled Deep blue ink Onto her fingers Leaving little blue trails through the forest of her written word
Disease is the reason For the loss of my loved ones, And possibly the future Loss of others.
Her face is almost imprinted in my mind like a melody. The image is just on repeat. I've never seen anything like that. Maybe it's who she is on the inside that radiates out. But her face shines with such a light I can't explain.
I sit here alone, Afraid and confused This child that I bear, Leaves me not the bit amused This was not on purpose, I should have kept my head on focus. How can I tell them?
It is 1960 and there are two drinking fountains. Colored on the left, white on the right. A young black girl shuffles her feet forward slowly in line. They drag along the dirt and make lines in the ground.
Look at the sky, It’s pure and white. Nothing compared to my soul That’s neglected and dark. The trees stand tall, Branching out far Nothing compared to my soul That slums down,
I Am The Waves In The Ocean And The Roots Of The Trees. I am wind and thunder and rain. I am the image of my father, Kemet. I am soil and breath and soul. I am Africa personified. In the way I walk
Silly girl You were once so Driven by your past Your daddy would get high And your mother would cry You wanted out of that life Then you forgot where you came from And partied like the ones before
Behind this smile lies something underneath, that the naked eye cannot see. I'm filled with insecurities and worries. But in time I'll overcome them, just like the protagonist in one of those made up stories.
she wears my heartstrings on her ring finger as a promise of something we could be leaving them uncut while she thinks of him falling for her has left bruises on my knees
You see her She’s 16 The prodigal age The year of first love and heartbreak, obstacles and triumph She reads to escape unpleasant realities She writes to express deepest desires
You Looked Rather Nice Today With your hair all messy And the drops of rain on your coat. You Looked Rather Nice Today With your khaki pants And tattered old grey shoes.
She slid the blade deep into her arm Breathing heavy, trying so hard to hold in her emotions yet release all her feelings. She thought of the sister that didn't love her, The mother to busy to care,
That although we are far apart I will hold you close to my heart When you're either up or down I'll always have a remedy for your frown That in the event you shed a tear
Speak your mind It gets easier in time Be you That'll get you through Self-esteem is a must to stay strong It's okay if they think you're wrong
Your way to young, you don't know what to do who's gonna love you and guide you through? The guy is gone that's usually how it goes Your mom and dad aren't happy and soon everyone will know.
A door opens Empty of memory Cold, Dark, Eerie Depression creeps in Sadness takes over The walls drooping with pain Crying tears of blood No acceptance from reality Pain has overcame pleasure
Delicate features, slight stature. That is who she is. Shy, unassuming, ignored, She dances on the air, moves like a ballerina. Twirling, twirling, twirling, One wrong move could send her falling.
She sits there in the corner. She reaching for the phone. She pulls back her hand, Her time is like a hourglass sand. Curling over with tears, All her fears become real. She goes into shame,
I’m done Yet I can’t quite grasp it Why something like this would happen to me How could something like this happen to me That trust I built has just been destroyed I’ve never been this broken before
Whatever happened to the flowers? The water lilies and poppies and marigolds, With their dewy stalks and folds?
I don't know who I am The white in my life blew out I don't know where I stand At thirteen my soul was left in doubt The only white The purity The innocence... of me Taken in the dark
Everywhere; Everywhere I would settle All I could find is beautiful people. Sparkle of their beauty, sparkles like stars However, there is one I call treasure. She shines more than other stars in the galaxy
Stop and stare. Who goes there? Not a pal or a friend. Maybe a foe or a fiend. Can you see her? Or maybe its a him? Duck! And Dodge! Close one my friend. Don't fight back.
It hurts like the sting of ice and cold. It hurts cause I know that's what's like your soul. It hurts because you forced me to believe the words you say. It hurts to think how can I manage another day.
Looking in the mirror Sadness stains her face. Red lines cover her, making feelings fade. They call her names. The torment her. The wall she has built is breaking. She goes home to a world too adult.