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To ask of my Mentor, Is to ask quite a thing. To ask of my Leader, Compels me to sing. His power and glory Can't be known to the world. His love and His kindness
Through my darkest days, poetry was there I remember writing poetry when I was scared People treated me like I didn't belong here I remember asking myself "why is life unfair"? I thought about running away
Since the beginning of my teenage years, I was a glass cup under a constant running tap-I was constantly overflowing with emotions.
You learn from your most frightening experiences The ones that break your soul The experiences that steal your mind and light The experiences that change your outlook on the world
Looking back on life, I didnt know myself. Did I want to be this? Did I want to be that? I needed to go find myself. I looked up and down. I searched all around.
If I had to descibe this feeling, The only word I can fathom is healing.
I get tired But tired is what I feel I get weak But weakness is only a mere thought I get insane But insanity is only a child’s play I get soft But soft is not me I get jealous
I thought I knew knew what love was when he held me mentally, and physically I thought love was to be yelled at put down stretched thin with nothing within but to not be alone
Pain, gaping hole in my chest, torture, All consuming, obtaining me Screaming, dying, depressed unchecked With my clenched fist, white knuckles Gasping
As I lay down to sleep, I know The Lord loves His sheep. I am lucky to have the previlege to be awake, I know my birth was not a mistake. You see, angels watch me through the night,
Life, mine own life I would take Had not a hero saved my world, Saving this life of mine only by existing Unaware, that day after day and night after night, This small creature to whom I owe my life
Into the darkness she started Hole in her heart, broken hearted She wondered through desolation Tear-streaked eyes, no salvation
took control it took it's toll on you and everyone around with bloody fists you pound
look to the sky or look to the ground get up and fight or just lay back down
Tell me, where is my mic? When my throat isn't closed-tight
There once was a girl named Beige She spent all her days in a cage If ever she cried, No person would buy And she was left with nothing but rage There once was a boy named Jack
Without him, I wouldn't be here Or anywhere. I'd be nowhere; I wouldn't exist. Without him, I wouldn't know family Or love. I'd be lost; I'd be alone.
The man who saved me If your world is darkIf your eyes are weary and your heart heavy If you feel alone and forgotten If you feel like your mind is an enemy and it attacks you with more ferosity than a starved man whom you've stolen his last penny
"Called upun this story But was it fear or fate? Not in it for the glory Don't want to feel their hate But my life is not so boring As for me? I'm no saint Though now I know who the Lord is
"Stop with the lies And the hate And the hurt Filled with their cries Cause we treat them Like dirt A small child shies At a hand Raised to hurt This word is not mine
I have a gold heart I do I do I Have a gold heart I do They chip it away They do They do They chip it away They do But now I am saved I am I am
In so little
"Listen," they say, "for his graceful whisper. 'I love you,' He says." "Wait," they say, "for his healing touch. 'I'l heal you,' He says." "Look," they say, "for his understanding guidance. 'I will lead you,' He says."
Heavens Rain I do not know If my skin will ever be as clean as others seen But i dream to let go of a constant stream.. Aesthetic symmetry floods me
The future is there
Cigarette burns and bloody towels on my carpet make the world seem like a bitter lonely place A place in which I stare into the mirror and can not recognize my own face
I see goodbye in your eyes, I see broken hearts and lies.
(This is about someone else, I'm a girl) I'm a guy Who partied until I almost died. But, A higher power kept me alive. At 13 I sold drugs, After highschool I got caught
My past is full of hatred and disgust
Air, trees, and shelter Hair, weed, and nectar Material things versus Minor needs which will benefit the most when you breathe seems as if the consequence is not acknowledged until someone bleeds
What do I look like in a room of others thinking, thinking out of this world? No one even notices me, I past by and I get a glance if I'm lucky I feel gold though,
My body awakens with a refreshing shrug, I plant my feet onto the cushioned rug,
I can fly
Ripped but not running
You will see a un-lit room. Inside that room you can see someone. That person is trying to find the light switch. The person thinks they have found it. Motivation starts to rise within this person.
My astronomic family and I get around
I lived a lifeless life, I mean growing up fatherless, my daddy was super stressed, call
I have feelings of loneliness that I can't breakTh
What is your drive. Is it to get live. Is it to be able to dive. into a pool of luxury. where you have enough money to eat with gold cutlery. is it to get that girl across the room.
Being understood, isn't always me I cannot always say what's deep inside, you see. But when I close my eyes, I hear the rhythms speak;
The times are deathly dark Blind to the light Cannot seem to escape My dreadful fate Who'll save me from myself When no one cares to help
Surrounded by a sea of people, I close my eyes and listen: voices rumbling; feet patting, skidding, clicking; bursts of chuckles and snorts; sneezes shooting; people embracing. Now in the quiet I hear but more: the lub-dub of the heart
Causing my brain to diminish or maybe my mind really is going or is my mental health truly my own worst enemy.
You saved 'em from the knife, from the pills, from the booze From slaughtering a beauty and all they had to lose All it took to rescue was a few innocent words A reassuring smile was the most clearly heard
I have always felt sick, wounded, and worn. I have been sick since the day that I was born. My body became my own worst enemy Constantly working so hard to kill me,
Drip drop, pitter patter
Seen as a player, but many timez I've been played
I am Broken
Constant struggle. Daily beatings, no matter what it is. Feelings weak, so weak. I shut down. about break. Wanting to cry for help. But only feel alone in a dark room.
They climb Without a clue of a return For every minute that turns, could be the last. As their wasting away, they climb. With the air depleting, they climb . to achieve
No more slavery Shackles lay in shambles No longer brainwashed Liberated from myself I am my own destroyer Body, mind, and impulse --But I am not I. When crimson sprung
“Don’t let them in!” I scream. Barricade the door. Board all the windows. Cry. “Don’t let them in!” I scream. Voices behind the door. Scratching at the windows. Panic.
I got a date with DestinyAt Hollywood Boulevard I studied it like AnatomyAnd I know almost everyone has given up on me butI need redemption no need to mention my past
said today to tomorrow: "hi, we are the same. you have lost a few leaves but seasons are meant to change. and there is water in me, water in you - three-fourths of your clouds are afraid
Trains Steady and strong, a titanic of force and power The gears and cogs inside mathematically precise Oh how marvelous a machine! The earth trembles as it approaches
On the very brink of reality, Hanging on the edge of safety, Tweet, tweet, tweeting up, up high, The in and out breaths, the deep sigh, To jump or hop back to the nest?
Ever since creation our ultimate goal was to become Neglected Individuals Gracefully Giving Everybody Remarkable Soul Black skin eyes made of Gold
hot and red a killer jumps out taking lives water pumps big men in suits help them all scary boots
My Love, You are my heart, my joy, and my bride. For you, I took the nails and the wound in my side. For you, I was beaten beyond recognition. For you, I lived knowing I’d endure crucifixion.
The roads are dark, lost in direction. No way to turn, my path is lost-- I can’t see, where is the Light? Turn right, turn left, I do not know? Wherever I go, I cannot see. My heart pounds, it’s so dark!
Let me tell you a little story about a small town girl with many dreams Dreams so wide, dreams so high that sometimes she believed she couldn’t reach Throughout her life she wanted and wished for someone to hold her hand,
Time has elapsed leaving me with flashbacks Five years ago I was on the right track They said I was doing great/ The jury made a mistake/ He walked free from cuffs/ No longer myself life's rough/ Worst part he will touch again/ Not only me and my
I walked inside the shadows Hiding my face and who I was I had no voice I could not speak Choking on the breaths I could not breathe I wandered quickly Anxiously I fell deeper into the dark
I may look different, think different, feel diferent, But still I make the same old mistakes. No matter how much I try to be different My actions reflect those of a fake. By definition I am a hypocrit.
Threatening waves crash over me, they pound the life out of me. I hear what seems to be screams in the distance, But it’s me.
When it began, no one could tell How hard it was for me I was just like the other boys and girls Just with more energy
Never Had Anyone to depend on, show me the way, the straight way. So I thought to go get it on my own, Make it on my own. Had it fixed in my mind.
I write to create a realistic image in your subconscious mind To create a way to express my thoughts, leaving mouth from my entering mind My poetry is more than just the similes and rhymes
I've been tired and hungry I've been lost and been left. I've been lied on and spied on I've been beaten and bereft. I've been preyed on and prayed for without a prayer of my own
Oh, Sandy...why? You took away 285 lives, My father's business too, Leaving us in the dark, Not knowing what to do, We didn't have heat, Listening to the radio we were glued to our seat,
The stress of perfection showed upon my face as I gazed at my reflection, but I wasn't perfect. I had become a master of deception, writing lies in the book of life all to create a false perception.
I've been inspired By this great desire To surpass my oppressors Become my dream's defender They will come true, they must If not my efforts will go unjust
Life is precious as a crystal door But you vandalize it And chastise it Until it hits the floor. Suicide is permanent- Life is worth living for Why loose what is yours When you can keep it?
I'm too young to have a stressed mind If money wasn't real we would have less crime Cause of banks we got bodies full of hollow clips Put the money in the bag and run like a politic Life ain’t soft I pray in the rough
I'm going through the motions And I don't know why. This whole feeling is atrocious But I can't even hide. I'm smiling in the physical But crying all day. Must be something spiritual
As the days go by, God continues to be my teacher... displaying the strongest of challenges to my eye, like cheering fans on the bleachers...
Discouraged, Depressed, Alone: Three Words That i Had Known. Behind my Smile And Behind my Laugh No One Knew Even Half.
They say i'm way too young To find the man that is the one If i dont find him i'm going to burst That is why i put my God first
The smoke burns My throat is sore Daddy says run But they’re doing more. I never knew How bad it was How much hurt Came from us. ‘Cause Daddy says This is okay. And any lies