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So you call yourself a patriot? One who supports this dreaded land? You find yourself proud of this Of all we have destroyed?
I wonder when i’ll be ready to share my voice And I wonder who will listen. Whose ears will my words reach? Whose scars will they scrape?
He steps on my toes You could say I have the whoas When kisses blow I never met someone like you You smell of good things
Forgiven not forgotten hard work for what I’ve gotten knocked down kept on knockin’ fell down kept on walkin’ Shut down kept on talkin’ don’t give up
There's something different about todayMaybe I'm the only onewho'll notice itbut it's better than nothing
Brown eyes beautiful long lashes curved for days His head sways to the sound of the beats to my rhymes I notice he comes here all the time Sits in the same chair sips on the same drink
All power means Is Pointless Oppression Without Even Respect I am powerless But that’s what makes my actions powerful
Sense September 7, 2018 ~ Friday Little lips Little bits of me, the tips Of where all words begin and end Little place to hide my insides
Dear Poetry, I used to wanna run away, To hide the words inside. But, then you taught me how to say All the things I've pushed aside.
"we're going to write poems" my heart dropped to the floor. "we're going to write poems" my brain croaked with lifelessness. "we're going to write poems" and i pursued an escape.
(Terza Rima) There is a meaning in everything told Even in a single word, or few more Just listen to what is said, none to hold.
Poetry has taught me That even without conversation There are still ways To inspire ideas To express emotion To connect comrades Even without conversation One can always use their voice
weekdays and weekends nights i look up it’s midnight i spend my thoughts to this website im bottled up with emotions i can’t help but help the commotion
I look normal, I believe, Hungry eyes of a frightened girl stealing moments of weakness in the dark by herself in the night. I believe they don't see it, Most of the time I try to pretend it does not exist.
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
The thoughts that hide within the back of the mind The words we think but not say Of the people not heard when they speak
I am a girl. I am a woman. My sex is girl. I am powerful. I am worthy. In this man made world, I am sturdy. I will not let you look at me any less than you look at yourself. I am amazing. I will NOT LET YOU BELITTLE
I watched it before I didn’t speak You let it happen to me I couldn’t speak I couldn’t stand up for myself The taste of being ignored Behind a locked door Was an abuse that became too familiar
Beautiful Intelligent Strong Virtues gained And stored in my Silent intensity -Laughter like a hyena leaving pink tongue unwillingly- She's forgetting How to speak softly
If you can hear my voice, Speak up please, Quivering in the shadows, Frightened of presumptions and Prejudice, I shut my voice to hinder Judgment. I am silent for The sole reason
One day you will wake up and find that you can’t say a word that you are far too frustrated, too grieved, too passive, too afraid You want to punch your mother but you also want to hold her close
Another shot hit scar. Another reason to blame punish abuse assume. Another empty apology promise excuse person. Another person dead
I walk down the empty road as a single car glides past I keep my head down as to avoid eye contact I wonder if they saw my eyes, how they are filled with fear. Not many people understand what the problem is here.
They say it isn't hard to get well. That it gets better with time. It isn't that simple. They say it is a matter of will, A matter of desire, But it's not true.
Gently blend the makeup inCover those tired bruisesThen forgive and forget
My own silence most terrifies me While freedom is my savior We must close our eyes Rise above the noise And speak louder than blockades I need my voice to say no I need my voice in highs and lows
I would like to mend and bend my words to the vastness of a certain height to make someone realize that I love to hear myself talk a lot. So I speak I say dumb things
Tip tap, rain on blue water. Drip drop, a tear on the river bed. Sing song, a bird on a nearby tree. Thud- tromp, a little girl fallen there. Crick crack, leg twisted underneath .
Now I am alone And the only words I can hear are my own The ones that echo through my head Ricocheting to all corners of my mind I try to mute the silence but it is too loud to calm
If i could be your clothes, I'll hang over your bones. Every hour, every day. I can be your invisible cloak when anxiety reigns the day.
Beauty is never a careful color Its an angry amber, a vibrating violet Courage is never a planned step Its a shaky bridge, a broken ankle Truth is never a smile and a wink Its a broken dream, a sober triumph
I am Survivor Anne Who has been cast away, who could never meet demands by those more cruel by the words they say. And though they spit and punched and screamed and tried to tear her dow
They would turn a whisper into a shout. A phrase streching for miles. I'd tell truth to be revealed Healing would never come... The truth sets only those free who confess. I, of the confession am in bars.
She once was a little flower Not knowing how to speak But when she did Something beautiful happened She became herself And learned from all her failures
Say the right things And I shall speak Say the wrong things And I shall be silent.
My favorite thing is when I am held close- To your face. When you hold me and keep me close- To you. I am scared of falling. Shattering and breaking because you could not care enough- To catch me.
Speaking three different languages
“Stop being so shy.”
She Told me to write about her And these words came to mind, I LOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOU!!!
When we walk on the street
What's in the shadows?What's in the dark?What's tucked away,in infinite thoughts?What is unspoken?What is away?In the mind ofa person,what don't they say?
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
Judge with thoughts in the dark shadows green Remember in mind what was forseen
I am aware that this is precisely the one poet that would not chase away the human who binds us to speak
I am a reflection upon you My father was not a glass creator So why am I staring through you A minor, marrow, mirror I see she wears a stain like pride repellent
What makes my quaking voice different, I can’t speak in front of people; Rather, I choose to draw and paint and write, Exactly how I feel.
Seven o'clock I walk Into the doors of my high school, my black high school Where People do whatever it takes to be considered cool I walk into the bathroom choking from the smoke Uhg I hate this school I complain daily
Aspiring within, a risen power ready to tip over, the ability to inspire. Agile but, fragile After every trial
Not a day will go by that people will end the day with regret.
You tell me I'm unique and they say I'm a freak. Excuse me, sir; but who gave any of you permission to speak?
How many people have tried to
Quirp Whore Asshole Loser Bitch You spit splatters of wavering whines Your words ringing through my spine Judgement reflects from your eyes
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 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.
I started just like any other clean and pure and a heart that was whole Innocence started to fleet learned to walk on my own two feet
Standing high upon the stage Looking At a million different people Standing barefooted in the carpet Looking At my face in the mirror Standing high upon the stage Speaking
Everyday when I wake up I think about the choices I will make ahead. By turning on my light will I make someone else uncomfortable. I work a job that could have belonged to someone else.
My mind filled with so many thoughts Heart filled with hurt that won’t stop So young but forced to grow so fast No time to be a kid or dwell on the past Within an instant my life began to crumble
Her heart is slowly dying. Her scars grow deeper and deeper. As she is no longer trying. Only watching the calamity beat her. The fire surrounds her soul. She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
Dreaming in the twilight, Watching the sun fall into night, Looking out from Grandmother Window. Lacy curtains hung with care; See the moon, reflecting there.
Dreaming in the twilight, Watching the sun fall into night, Looking out from Grandmother Window. Lacy curtains hung with care; See the moon, reflecting there.
Sunset settles on the east As the sky darkens Stars twinkle While tine slows downs Owls awaken Yet, birds fly south Heart beats And I stay still waiting waiting waiting
The voice, oh how lovely it is, let's you speak, speak your mind that is, why not speak your soul your soul is yoruself, one which cannot replace you dear , oh dear, i love you very much,
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.
They look like innocent birds,
I hate the feelings of someone leaving
I have always been the one left out. I would speak, but i was never heard. I would stand up, but get slammed down. With all the unheard words and the put downs.
Have you ever/spoken/ words to no one, or/have you spoken/to/everyone? No one will/always/listen, while/everyone/will only listen/sometimes.
Speak My life was like a loaded gun Waiting for someone to use me Waiting to be pointed in any direction My reflection was silver bullet clean My look was mean mugging me
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?
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,
They teach us to weave our fingers To create intricate patterns in our hair. To adorn the onlooker’s eyes. Creating superficial monsters, Policed by superficial consumers.
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.
One word with so many meanings Haikus, sonnets, snaps, songs, freestyle More than just words or styles Self-expression Wanting to be heard
If I could be heard, I would say listen. Listen to the lost voices And to those who cannot catch their breath, The ones too terrified to scream,
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
They only fester in the silence. Time is ticking. We should stop being quiet Because all they can do is fester in the silence. The longer they fester, the worse the pain. Time is ticking.
To speak my voice is to let my words ring out into the air, reverberating through every corner.
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 nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:
I remember when we first met, or when we sent the first textsand how it was so detrimental to you when i first leftI told you babe don't sweat because we'll always be together
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
Bones in the ground Once filled with marrow Longing for movement Yearning to feel Lifeless bones Previously home to laughter and memories Covered in darkness No longer a friend
You know what makes me tick....
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.
Dreaming is the language that my mind speaks
This: a whirling vicious cycle underneath
I see you
I don’t know how to speak.
Rushing, always rushing, Really no time to look back for what you wish was coming. Movement, perpetual movement, Making steps towards the revolution. "You're so strong," they always said,
Skyscrapers and boxes while the sound of adolescence crowds the halls.
We as blacks Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies are a curse to our soul We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
The excitement is there, but so is the fear for what is to come next? Graduation is coming,
I hate being in between We are always forgotten Well, I guess that’s what it means to be middle class All I ever wanted was to go to school They say my parents make too much for me to get financial aid
Tick.Time passes along our far-ending journey.Tock.Most of us don't expect to end up on a gurney.Tick.Without ambition, there could never be a goal.
Speak your mind, Tell the world what is racing through The crevices of your mind and bursting to the surface! Only you can make the difference if you free yourself -
Troubled spirits speak the most... Because so much pain has the words flowing like the tears we cry.
Don’t nobody know about this sticky situation. Cause if they knew you would be in a ditch or be caged into an infested cell And I think I would be out casted onto an island of public denouncement and self betrayal.
You think for the best but live for the worst,
Seventeen years of observing others Seventeen years of sitting in a corner. Just watching form a distance or nearby To the point you start to understand. Understand others and their action
They live inside my mind take shelter in all its corners weave themselves in my veins and race each other to my mouth dodging the filters of my teeth they slide down my tongue
When waking to the dawn is within my grasp
My father told me he was proud of me once,
A man that made her feel safe Took her in like she was his own Betrayed her by making his claim It was ruthless. She called out for help No one heard her scream Belittled to nothing -- nothing at all
What is silence? The simple act of not speaking Of letting the air linger A gentle breeze becoming the only sound Our inner thoughts being the only voice we hear Is that silence? Or is it much more?
You say it's better not to know. It won't get out the window. I'll never tell, Until you ring the bell. The bell of permission. About your secret mission.
A fairy is real when a child is young, A belief is what that idea is among, Everyone believes in something, Societal change is what beliefs can bring. Religion is something one cannot escape,
Curiosity becomes a whisper and questions remain unanswered WE are drowned in our own famine for knowledge.
I'm not a writer, I just think a lot. In a world so crossed and diverse ideas arise and many a times people get lost. How can we find our way back?
So we have rights We have the right to life and liberty, to the pursuit of happiness The right to worship however we like to freedom of speech and expression Sure we have some rights, and they make us who we are
Do your do now, sit down, don't talk, be the perfect student they see. But in my mind all I want to do is scream! Teachers feel they have so much superior over me. Telling me what to say. Where to go.
They bullied him because he was different Stating that he isn’t full grown Because he likes science while they play sport They never treated him like one of their own The teachers don’t notice a thing
You teach your numbers, you read your words You reiterate when nothing is heard, A tender intimacy fills the room as you stroll with modesty A charming chuckle exits your mouth as you fault, as you fault, as you fault
It's hard deciphering secret agendas when I'm busy deconstructing every word you say. Depicting what you've yet to reveal, does that mean I have the upper hand, or am I simply playing into yours?
If Love is so sweet, why do we remain sour? If Love is so blind, why do we discriminate? If Love is so beautiful, why don't we share it? If Love is so divine, why don't we chase after it?
Unforgettably forgettable You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
Say it to me again, I dare you. At first it was nothing. A black hole- Empty, no meaning. But, you feed it so much. It grows, being filled: filled with anger, tearing souls.
No one is born silent.Even the dumb can speak outin the eloquent twirling of their hands and fingers.What's stopping you?
Can you look me in the eyes,Without blinking? Can you talk to me,Without speaking? Can you cut the tension,That seems too thick to slice through? So many questions,What will you do?
Let’s give them guns, Let’s show them how to shot someone, Let’s to teach them to feel nothing about seeing the blood of their family, Let’s watch their souls turn into masters of death, We have created monsters,
The words you use are like a sharp knife Piercing the flesh of a human life Maybe this time they'll just take it or Maybe this time they just won't make it Wish they would understand their power
Dear world this is what I've wanted to say for along time, the words I can't reveal without the rhyme, these words keep on changing with the times and the tide.
What is there to do? When the big kids beat up the little ones. When the little ones were afraid to speak up to defend themselves or their peers. No one would say a word
She can taste the blood in the corner of her mouth From when she was tripped during a struggle to the door The iron taste to accompany the scarred ford From when she “fell down the stairs” at the home of her “love”
In the sixth grade my eyes were opened. Poetry became a powerful and wonderful form of expression. It seemed to ooze out my brain like warm, chocolate syrup. I matured through broadening
(poems go here) Looking at her with her Chinchilla fur. Lady of Guidance and Grace only to shut you down in your face. With her arrogant brow she demands all to take a bow .
It would say: For eyeliner, mascara, blush, and concealer, All there for girls appeasement And there magical purpose Remains to bring about disguise
Rowing, dipping the oars into diction Words I refrain from dripping Onto anything but paper— In case of them sinking.
I sat upon a hill and looked out at the wide expanse before me, Rich green grass covered the earth beneath me, and an honest Blue sky stretched out endlessly People walked, and ran, and laughed, and spoke, and sang
I write to feel. And I write to dream. I send my words, to the knowledge stream. Through my words I speak And through my words I grow. If I did not write, you would not know.
I'm not exactly the one to talk. Ask me to speak and I will stutter. But it's not just that. I'm scared.
i simply wish to speak without a curse holding me back i dream of letting words come out from the inside out without a trail of tears following falling from my eyes as if they were the skies
I have a voice; Strong and loud. Can make people listen, People in the crowd. I know right from wrong; I'm not sitting in a cloud. I'll scream till you hear me; Scream really loud!
Pretty young girl named Cree Her boyfriend always giving her the third degree "Who you with?" "Where you at?" When he doesn't get the right answer he hits her with a bat How is that? She says she love him like crazy
Im tired of misunderstanding and foolish hypocrisy People thinking this is an autocracy Where no one sees the right but walks in the wrong Trying to push forward searching for the place they belong
who are you to tell me im no good to make fun of those from the hood to bitter those once sweet like honey to down those with litte or lots of money is it true that your not satisfied
She screams, she cries She takes off her disguise She begs the world to see They will never see.
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
Speak my dear, for words have meaning. Like an eye who's wanting to seek curiousity. Either that, or you can shut your mind from expression and expanding with what's around you.
It is all said with silence Although no words are spoken, a million words are heard Words of disappointment, shame and failure Words that ignite discouragement and extinguish pride
Why cant I speak? Because no one will listen... But if I don't speak, then they won't hear what I have to say. If I don' t speak, how can they listen?