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“Lean back”
“No lean forward”
The water gushes and churnes
Beneath the silver hull
The wind racing through tendrils of blonde
Most curiousduality ... thisSentimentality.Excessive tenderness,sadness, nostalgiacorrupting modality,distorting reality'ssocial edifice.Brain-crampingcontortion,
Shhh! Can you hear that?
Can you hear the silence?
It's killing you slowly;
Mince to mince.
Look at those people around you,
Suffering the same thing that you do.
They were enjoying peace;
At a coffee shop,
For the first time ever, he came to me.
For the first time ever, he told me his name.
For the first time ever, we knew each other.
Without introduction, he came to me as
Where am I going?
A cold wall
The floor is moist
Water was drained
Pure water, tainted
Sewage in the mixture
Her mind
His body
Her attitude
His ambition
I crave what they have
What they´ve worked so hard for
I want it so I´ll fight for it
My inspiration is competetion
Her mind
His body
Her attitude
His ambition
I crave what they have
What they´ve worked so hard for
I want it so I´ll fight for it
My inspiration is competetion
To walk with no shoes on thick cold ice,
It's the feeling of been stabbed over ten thousand times.
What were to happen if you were to slip through,
to see into into the abyss.
By my bed, at night, there are three windows
Sometimes the moon travels from the first to the third
Sometimes the moon stays on the second
These are the baby teeth you forgot about
the pieces of you that you don't remember
the sweetness of your innocence
the roots of your upbringing
that passed by in rollerskates and scraped knees
I stand with trembling hands
in front of a crowd of pseudo fans.
My mouth is dry—cracked from
holding the desert under my tongue.
I am afraid of being the jester in a table of Kings.
One chance
to change your life;
to make a friend
to invite someone in,
before it's too late.
One chance
to change your life;
to not hold back
to tell them they're getting hurt,
I’m not handing checks because it’s not season
Can’t trust the government, better call it treason
I operate for my own reasons
To protect myself as a human being
Can’t put me down, I am not weakened
Our passions go out
Not with a bang but a whimper
Not with a whimper but a whisper
Not with a whisper but a shout
June came fast
June came slow
June hit us both like a bus
Without warning
And no time for "No"
Out with highschool
The crazy rides we went on
Hello to even deadlier amusement
Many can say that Poetry is a simple concept
However, they probably don’t understand that it’s difficult
to create a piece of literature with technique, symbolism, and depth
The beat of the drums shook the Earth,
but my feet remained unmoved,
tripping and trying to search
for the right jive and groove.
Trickling in from the heavens
came that fateful, unexpected storm,
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A message is written with a black staining ink.A message for a bitter-sweet end.Hidden away in a blue marble sink.A note I hope you won't bend.
All my middle-aged family members smile in my face and talk about how my whole life is ahead of me as if it's the most wonderful thing in the world
Beautiful woman,
Confess a little,
Love for me,
Tell me you love me,
Beautiful woman,
Talk to me.
- akylus
You are neither,
Thought nor memory,
You're a craving,
In my blood,
A spasm in my heart,
A ceaseless echo in the soul,
Recurring again,
And again.
- akylus
When-
words slip out of your mouth like warm ginger ale
broken glass cuts deep into your tongue like fireball plastered
Because I love you
I won't hurt you,
And because you love me
You'll do the same.
Love is a two way street
It is something that is earned
not bought.
Something that is gained,
A wax sky drips over a sidewalk corner
Illuminated by a burning-wick sun
As I smile at the old men living there,
Baked and leathery and meaning everything to nothing
A young beautiful girl,
Who fell in love with a poison,
It stripped her of everything she loved,
And kept her all to his greedy self,
Yet she continued to sip up all the lies,
His moansAre more beautiful than any songI could ever listen toBecause through such a simple soundThat escapes from the depths of his lungsHe is capable of expressing more emotionThan words could do alone.
You are broken beyond belief; a puzzle I could not finishBecause I was too afraid of the end resultYou were beautiful despite not being complete,But still I was afraidAnd in this fear I slowly picked you apart
I am Icarus who is in love with the Sun.
In your own sweet and delicate way,You are a burning light of emberThat has sparked what is nowA raging inferno within my soul.
I was a shirt filed with straw and rags.
Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably.
Nothing to think of; a hat filled with straw.
The inability to walk. Pinned to a board.
Hickory oak.
a smile and a kiss
the kind face of pain
The smile is genuine
but it masks pain
pain and hurt and conflict
all masked the same
I hurt to see it
it clouds his eyes
a perfect world
full of love
full of life
all above
there is no violence
there is no pain
it makes no sense
does it?
reverse
turn it upside down
that is how we live
In an instant,
I caught a moment,
That fell off from time,
But the instant was gone,
And with it, the moment,
Leaving me staring,
Into emptiness.
#free_verse
XX Chromosomes cried in excitement from the minute the ball dropped. 2016. My best friend and I cheered surrounded with friends, “This was our year.”
I want to forget
about all of my
doubts, worries, and fears
because then there
would be no distractions
from the
When I’m down
And feel like sinking into the ground
I write
The words ebb and flow
With my worries
With my dreams
Perfectly powder blue iris’ of yours
display my past present and future
back at me
parched lips of mine
dabbled with a subtle rouge
Motivation is when you wake up happy and happy to see that you woke up live and well. Motivation is when you are determined to not let anything or anyone set you back. Being motivated is something that you have to build yourself up to.
The First, his bones creak. The kick of his artillery jolts his body
And he moves with it, a jerky dance that goes unnoticed
As the air is filled with the sound of metal and collisions –
Icicles are my fingers, stiffly projecting from my hands, wishing to gather under their frosty chins any sliver of warmth. For in winter’s womb is formed cruelty, and when she’s born devises ways to bite and slap and seize those unprotected.
Free space
lines that run
A flowing thought
free from the mind.
Different styles
all to hard to remember
EXPRESSION!
A freeway to think
Your never right or-
I swore that I got my light from the North Star
When I was just a flicker in the rolling fields of dark satin
I prayed to the sky,
“Grant me a dimmer backdrop
So that I may rise out of it”
Sue
Sue you’re seven now.
You’ve gotten so big.
Hopefully you know of nothing.
Nothing that happened.
A vibration from another dimension:
strong, lucid, vibrant and intrusive,
the ring of electronic beat, underneath your feet.
Club of wonder, the simulated answer!
Be not ashamed of your wary past.
For your walk in darkness shall not last.
A step forward is truly a milestone.
Where there is darkness, a glimmer of light is always in sight.
I hated him so terribly, so much so, I was confusedI wanted to bury my fists deep into his chestand slide them out comfortably "The thing is," he said, "I tried"We're both asteroids on a forgotten constellationAnd I held his gaze, held in my anger
An impossible parable
A pair of bowls with a missing spoon
The broken sun in the afternoon
Raindrops in a hot monsoon
On my lone(some)
Who knows where
On an island
Bring one thing there
Really, I'd bring a knife
If I had to stay there
Joking aside,
Something in mind
Close to my soul
An inspiration of words, whispered one last time; for a crowd of mouths to listen.
An inspiration of sound, screamed with passed-on passion; for one to know, and many to hear.
i'm an 18 year old kid from a smallass towni'm up in the twin cities now tearin up that art school shit (nah)and fuckin up on the dailybut that's just me you gotta put up or shut up
I hear sad tones going forth among all voices,
I read stories wrinkled between grimaces,
I see determined gazes residing in eyes crumbling from
uncertainty,
But I don’t feel anymore...
I won't turn my back, after being your friend
And drive your name into the ground
I won't abandon you when you need me
Because you can be tough to deal with
I notice I am different, in this aspect that is
Cease and desist
Or else suffer the consequence
We live in a police state
Corruption is rampant
Forces of racists and brutatlity reign
Another innocent gunned down, bring a city to fame
You don't even know who you fucking are, let alone what you're fucking worth,
Filterless?
Filter-less.
Less as in I am less without a filter
Less attractive less complete less perfect
Less myself
My heart drops every time I think about the boy’s body sinking to the bottom of the pool on that one, beautiful day in May.
Strength isn't found solely in soles Good isn't exclusive to the most holy of souls Strength isn't found in your designer Good is good without a reminderWisdom can be beyond the pages
I am sorry.
i am sorry for shredding you to pieces when you deserved to be cherished.
i'm sorry for the six years of abuse i put you through and thought that you deserved.
Through free verse,
I don't believe,
that the pages of my life
can be seen.
Life was not made
to be described
in big, or small, words.
No filter
Through the lenses of my peers
I stand without fear.
For I know this is truely me
and all I may be.
No filter
From my black curly hair
to the tips of my toes
Sometimes I'll lie awake at night thinking of everything and nothing all at once
(Another sleepless night)
And every time, a thought will cross my mind
(Never welcomed)
And I become sad
Who are you behind a filter,
we try to look good and be someone we are not,
just look in the mirror and see who you are,
God makes no mistakes we the way we are from design,
why change perfection with a filter,
filters hide the true beauty inside & out
Can't see what's on the inside because people are worried about what's on the outside
SElF CONFIDENCE leads to success
In your own skin you win
never settle for less
Dear Stranger,
Let me into your skin,
Let me seep into your bones,
Let me be the one, when you’re all alone
Dear stranger,
Keep me warm,
Keep me,
Me
Dear stranger,
Take my hand,
Don't you get it? I'm not okay I'm not just tired I'm not fine I'm not good My life is not great Don't you get it? You need to understand that you don't know everything
What do my words sound like without a filter?
Might as well ask me to reinvent the wheel
My words must remain slightly off-kilter
Because I am afraid of myself without a filter.
I fill my lungs
With the nebulas and stars.
Breathe in the frost of the moons,
Exhale the rays of the suns.
I let my eyes dance like stars
In the cosmic heavens above.
I hear the crickets chirping absent of rhythm.
I hear the clock ticking away the seconds.
I hear my blood pumping through my veins.
I hear the creaking of the swing outside.
Taking subtle breaths,
I glance both ways
and take two steps ahead.
Away from the threads
that bind me, I push on
toward the verge.
Sleeves and wishes
Remembering the time
when i wanted to get older,
thought things would be a lot easier
as I`ve seen grown ups do their own way.
As my height grows inch by inch,
clothes I wear changed day by day.
All I do is love you
But look what you put me through
You come home drunk, angry and swinging
I cower in fear awaiting the stinging
So he got there this morning, saw no one, just her bed.
Which was curiously red. So he called up the detective,
"Listen here," he said. She's missing, nowhere to be found.
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas,
Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases,
Entrapped, effortlessly entombed - ears eternally earning effrontery.
I am me
I am not you. I am me.
I am not he and I am not she. I am Jordan. I am me.
I am not a welcome mat.
You can’t just walk all over me.
A rush enters like a veiling curtain
Of cascading water;
A vaporous fall, endlessly joining
Aqueous substances below.
Descending from a starlit heaven,
How could my heart retain
Writing in free verse is something. The kind of something that one does not quite know what to think about.
Gravity can pull me down all he wants,
but that will not stop me from reaching the sky.
The stars are mine to own,
and the universe is my playground.
Earth is a test,
Rarely do the questions pass the ears in its rawest form
Possibly to find its home shaken before it even decides to leave
The mind, the signs, and the sighs of relief
A casual ray floating through the airIlluminating the deep caves of my sheetsPressing against my skin with delicate sincerityMurmuring to me to wake upAccompanied by the birds exquisite melodies
Antonia
We remember
I remember
Our childhood
Had its pros and cons
We’re adults now
All grown up
It’s crazy how time flies
The few moments I spend with you now
You ignored me for
Twelve straight hours
And waited until one
Minute
After midnight
To tell me you owed me an apology.
I forgave you , of course;
You knew I would.
The mascot of Nintendo;
And the greatest hero of all time.
He loves jumping around;
Grabbing Mushrooms and Fire Flowers;
Stomping on Enemies;
Exploring the Mushroom World;
Rambling, brambling,
Preambling and meandering
The blush rises through sunrise
Diamonds flow like UFO beams on
Shining luminescent rabbits.
Shush. Can you hear that?
Paint
my insides
pretty.
My ugly parts
are found objects.
Arrange me
so that I make sense.
I don’t wan to be seen
I've learned many things
In the eighteen years of my life,
Many of them being rather disconcerting.
Perhaps to you,
But not so much to me.
Too many variables Too many scariables
Too many choices I could make
Too many paths that I could take
Words
Are a powerful thing.
Many can’t control it
Many can’t comprehend the power words have on their lives,
On other people’s lives.
Words.
One slip of the tongue,
To walk into a room,
the walls adorned with art,
poets words
are begging to fall
into papers below.
This is what I want to do.
we've all seen the movies, when the credits roll/
just a bunch of names that continually scroll/
but what if yours was up there? what would happen then?
you would wait until you saw it, even if its at the end/
There once was a beautiful girl who was sheltered from the world.
She lived her life in a cocoon, but she was no longer a caterpillar.
Now she was a colorful butterfly with her wings spread high, ready to fly.
The world,
It is endless.
A plethora of mountains to climb,
An infinite ocean of opportunity,
No body of life the same,
No equivalent day.
Sky full of wonder,
The mind is an insect,
Bothersome, but auxiliary.
Needed by all, hated by all,
The source of all pain.
Heartbreak, obligation, personal development,
All in one locality.
Resting my tiresome eyes, whilst not listening to whom has to speak;
For I know what the truth is, yet no one sees as clear as the words that go unheard.
These beings make no sounds, a voice box gone to waste;
Rising unemployment rates
Keep me up at night
I apply to many places, but when will they respond?
Tattoo after “Slam, Dunk, & Hook”
The skin that I am in is my own,
It is something that I could never loan.
The bark on my bones, the shell on my back,
When it comes to life,
things don't always go
the way you want it.
Plans and goals are
written carefully,
yet misfortune occurs
and mess it all up.
Living to the fullest
I brought you into this world I can take you out.
These are familiar words that every black child hears when they act up
The Father, our Father
clenches his jaw and whispers these words into our ears
We all have those few people,
those who suffer,
those who can not fight back.
Stand up. Stand up and make a change.
If I could make a change,
I would change American society.
Society says we have to
look,
dress,
act,
talk,
It fed on the opinions of others
It became alive that day in middle school,
when a boy called her a mean name
He did not know then that she was already ashamed
of who she was and who she had been
Change is a powerful thing
Sometimes it brings us joy
And sometimes sorrow
At times we do not see it affect us
Wrapped in a blanket I still shiver,
And my hands freeze as I type in the snowy bright light,
My head against the window pane.
I wonder what it feels like to feel anything
But paralyzing frustration.
We are tired of being told no.
Of being told
"You can't do that"
and
"That career won't feed you"
STOP TELLING US NO,
Silence
Do you hear it?
That robust sound invading the canyon walls?
Echoing and burying itself against and within the vast perimeters of its landscapes
Do you hear it?
That sound so aggressive and yet so
There’s a feeling I know.
It feels like
everything is crumbling around you or like
walls are closing in and there’s no room to breathe or like
no matter what you do nothing is right and it’s scary.
Desperate measures call for desperate actions.
That's all I knew.
I sat crying in front of my sister,
Hurting so badly I pleaded at her,
Please just kill me.
She looked at me sadly asking innocently.
i remember writingabout these girls,girls who heldtheir goodbyes closerto their lungs thanthe breaths that they used tospeak hello,the girls who had afive-finger discount on
I remember the yelling the screaming you caused her
I remember objects being thrown and words being said
I remember that last night that changed everything
I remember seeing you walk out the door and didnt turn back
Concrete floors
The claking never ends
The constant barking in your floppy ears
Sorry, Sunny
That's just how it is
Three years to the day
Do you think they’ll notice?
Do you think they’ll notice how I
so carefully excuse myself before it’s time to eat?
Or that when I do, before I’m done, I’m out of my seat, on my feet, into the bathroom
Before,
when I entered a quiet room,
there would be nothing for me to hear.
When I would reach the end
The silence that comes to my eyes
when they are closed
is one of which all other senses
are jealous.
At night,
I live in the shadows to
let you soak up the sun. It looks
better in your skin than mine. I let it
go. (watched you slipped so rapidly) I'm
moving along. I cannot hear the lovely ballad of songs
Quiet and Serene, At ease and peace, Nothing Else exists
Theres a breeze blowing through the trees
Music flowing through my ears
And sound from my mouth
I am alone but calm
Thinking flows deep
Looking into the eyes of a savage beastI see blood that boils beyond the breaking pointand beneath his feet are the brittle bonesof the ones he's put an painful slumber.
The wind flows through the sky,
with the plants that slowly die,
as they help us and provide,
the nutrients to survive.
From the flies beneath our feet,
to the plain and sandy heat,
Everyday in class I try to understand,Life's big picture that is so grand.To my English teacher,The curtains are black-blueBecause the author wants them to.This feeble talk of meaning has put me down under.
I’m sorry if it’s strange, but I don’t feel right
And it’s taken me a while to figure out why.
Now it’s hit me, I know why I feel so undone.
I’m just not fighting anymore.
Its time I give away the feeling that I've done wrong I've been dealing with this feeling for so long Its time to say goodbye Its time for me to realize I will never be as loved as I loved you I have been shoved I am so unloved I am a fighter, bu
My life is an enigma
My everymove, and thought is a riddle
I am an unsolved puzzle
I am an enigma
I am a mystery
but one day this riddle would be left in history.
I admire the wide-eyed girl
I blink in the presence of the innocent girl
I watch as she sways and makes her way across the hall
I like the way she smiles in the dark as the light shadows her everymove
I develop in the dark room
I burn the black-and-white photo
I destroy in careless motions
I shrug in the thought of the bitter boy
When my Great Grandmother was near death in the hospital
I was curious to see what an old person's butt looks like,
so I kept standing on my tippie toes to catch a see
I was an ass.
I was shy but an ass.
When I worked up the courage to talk,
all this gross undeserved arrogance would spill out like:
"I'm probably smarter than you."
Thoughts of her
Dripping into my sternum
From all the way up there
In my brain
Where she has implanted herself
Like an alien egg
My favorite animal is
Homo sapiens sapiens
This mammal has it all
It's cute
It's smart
It is easily house trained
It's so adaptable
So good at long distance travel
A scientific mind--
Compartmentalized?
A messy mind--
spilling over the margins
scrawling like worm tracks
Human Mind
Studying the smallest possible parts of
Living
Incumbent Ideas
the shapes the sounds
Twisting in the folds of my cerebrum
clenching digging poking wriggling
grey matter white matter
irritation
Swelling with
the shapes the sounds
Calculus
Homework is
Like some sort of poetry
It expands somewhat in the middle
Then is gradually, thouroughly
Simplified until it is quite
Manageable once
Again
Doormat.
For others to wipe their feet on,
and enter, clean,
into new oppurtunity,
new space to grow and explore and fill
and freedom of dominance
Doormat.
You--spill over margins,
between lines
lace ink
with weakness--Your--
trembling fingers
aching viscera
cold sweats--pouring between shoulders,
and flinching limbs--blood pumped by,
soft fur
fat cat
from twenty pounds
to ten
at twelve years old
and still a fat cat
in my mind
with baggy skin
who can't eat
and softer fur
protuding bones
watery eyes
I think in differnet places.
Calculus is in the crinkled skin of my forehead
and tight at the apex of my scalp
Marching is in my bones
and meaty joints
Music is in my eyes and mouth
I am a fusion reactor
Nearly boundless and consumed with heat
Futuristic
And the materials I collect combine inside me
And become more
More energetic
More useful
You have to become a surgeon to find the pieces of nonconformity which they have hidden internally
Sweet lost silly
Puerile Poetry
I make because I am so young and
Pathetically infatuated
Soul and Rip it up
Playing with words
Pleasurable arrangement
Perfect asymmetrical
Syllables
Nonmusical
New modern
Poetry bullshit
A nostalgic lust—a crush.
I had it for some body.
Something about their sitting near
Probably the pheromones and molecules of shampoo
That I breathed
Was actuating
Of a lurching in me
Anxiously
I turn the pages
the fuzzy edged pages
of my old notebook
impatient
to see
to taste my own words again
to make sure
each composition
was as good as I had left it
You are just a fleck of foam
floating on a frothing sea of father’s fickle fury.
Your feet are flayed to fresh flesh and
you have long since fallen to the final floor.
The fleeting fire of your failing eyes flashes
You need bandaging
You want to be bent into four and bundled into quilted blankets
To be with yourself and build up a burning heat
To sweat out the beast’s waste
they criticize at me.
saying I am lazy and don't deserve to have
a second chance.
"you should have done the work I assigned"
but they're not there for when the fights get too much
It is freedom and life
It’s words are angels
they could save you
the love seeps through.
The words might be weapons
they can pierce your heart
the blood gushes out.
You said you wished the stars were red,so I pulled them down one by oneand painted them by hand,for you.
you shadow me with dissonancehaunting lingerlong, slender fingerpointing, trapping the night.i stop, you starebringing a world (a universe) of fright.hunger, beware,off in the distance,
Confessions themselves cannot be penalized, and kind words cannot be thanked.
If I was asked why I write, I would not tell.
I would write about it.
Writing itself is immune, immortal--
I don’t feel you anymore
Numb to spine shaking vibratos
Your crescendos don’t stretch my rib cage like they used to
My dearest piano, you were the only friend that never stopped listening
You are my best friend, a great brother, a great person.
I look up to you, my hero.
What happens if you come back and you don't care about me the same?
What is this, that falls from my face
This wetness. This pain. This glory.
This confusion. This worry. This scariness.
After my master moved away-
I saw some boys come out to play
they played a game with balls and bats- and blood and bones and yowling cats
I ran away from them
an alleyway, so dark and cold
I am me, untamed; am I untranslatable? No, not yet;anyone who has come to go or has yet to, why then question our differences too,then leave it be or take it otherwise!
(Curtain rises on an empty stage) -Act 1, Scene 1-"Action!"
Hello, I have something to say before I sleep below.
What is it about a fire escape?
A rusty, old fire escape
attached to a building that has seen many years,
many faces...
What is it about a place to sit
that looks out over a small world...
Ten
I tell you of your sin
Nine
The anguish of your Eyes
Eight
Its the thing God hates
Seven
That No good girls go to Heaven
Six
Because no good girls exist.
Five
I sigh in wet clouds stumbling,
shedding rain from my tongue
and snowflakes from my teeth.
Storms slip, rings from my lips:
my churning kisses to the earth.
Silent tears fall
streaming down my face
rushing over your shoulder
and breaking at you from within.
You watched the pain in my eyes
my voice
and my body
You were once and still are my everything
The way you used to hold my hand when the world was caving in,
Reminding me that everything would soon be alright.
Listening to Beethoven’s 9th,
Hear the music dance,
Rise and the fall,
Stories he had to tell,
Losing his hearing,
Struggles he went through,
Pain he felt.
I know his pain.
I am not deaf,
I drew a picture of my heart once
and when I smeared the lines between what's real and what's a lie
I saw your face somewhere in the middle
I'm sure it's just a coincidence
but maybe I'm wrong
And this is the way I walk
The hallow faces of the student shells.
They were once human, just as I.
The taps of sneakers, heels, and flats
We are all locked in, by our own free will.
There was a man, like you and me, who born at birth could not see.
His clothes were worn, his hair a mess, laid on the dirt when time to rest.
His food came from a coin plate that he would beg with night and day.
Corruption is the ever enduring mark of Humanity. Poisoning the populace with Cain's face for so long we think it is beautiful.
We're afraid to recognize the faults
So life goes on with its deadly assaults
Getting harder and harder everyday, but suddenly it halts
Because sooner or later we unlock all the vaults
Then sense pours out
Sometimes I feel blind, like I cannot see
But the world sees him, and also sees her
The world ignores me, and never sees me
But the world shields them, while I remain blurred.
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
