Desire to Inspire Poetry Slam
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Why so scared
little girl?
Is it the tinfoil
wrapped around your bones?
My footsteps
shaking your floor?
Life leaving your
neighbor's eyes?
Being torn from the soil
6 pm on a saturday night
I stand at the open window in my second story bedroom
Listening to the bells that ring for 15 minutes every day
The wind blows into my messy hair
please do not come near
if there is light
coming from the cracks in the door
it means i am too scared
frail and weak
it means i can't face anything else
other than the small light i hold in my hands
A walk through the park
Infinite mem’ries
Faded into time
Experience fades
All impermanent
Dimming forever
Born amidst passions
Of timeless opposites' attraction
Flaring and flashing
A heatwave arises between us
Some call it magic
We are getting hotter
Stronger
More complete with time
Through love
On Sunday morning, Linen candles burn
White wine and ocean breeze through open windows
Fruits of the freshest and crystal chandeliers turn
Silk clothing made for Gods
Doves sing a beautiful song
I open a book.
I am in a grand castle
Surrounded by lords and ladies, jesters and kings
I hear the rustle of my ball gown
I sit of the rough grouns
To watch the seed I'd just planted
I sprinkled a little water around
Hoping that my one wish wouldg be granted
Every few days I oul remember to water
From the moment I wake up
To the time I lay down
My day goes about
Observing all around town
The people I pass
Man-made blemishes on earths face
lost appreciation for open space
tainted waters, a polluted trace
leading to a polluting race
selfish motive it's not our place
to take what's living and deface
Here comes the sun they say
But do they really know the meaning?
Optimism should help us shine! HA!
Golden vibes, just stop intervening.
How strange
to be in a place where your name is never spoken
Where everyone stares
Where you are a foreign object
A place with no comfort
A place with only uncertainty
Yet, how beautiful
Calloused fingers, big hands,
holding my own, strong and tight,
saying you'll all always be there.
Soft brown skin,
folds and lines grace your face,
but when you smile,
I know you're still there.
it’s always been
motel signs and neon lights
music playing in the background
sipping wine on the balcony
wearing red lips only for you’
The soft creak of a bed
And the give of a mattress—
A time and place where the day learned to die
And we are left alone
Our sanctuary, our haven,
Inspiration is a dry concept.
You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know?
What if my life is just full of fear and doubt?
Inspiration is hard to put into words.
Inspiration is a dry concept.
You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know?
What if my life is just full of fear and doubt?
Inspiration is hard to put into words.
A blade of grass in a field
Bending in the breeze.
Closer,
Dew shines,
Each tiny droplet shining against the
Fantastically green blade, reflecting the
Gaze of the sun.
How is it that
With one powerful stroke I'm sailing in the air
The wind gently caresses my face as I look for smoothness
Each bump takes my worries away
Each swerve gets my brain going
With one lift I'm over a hurdle
shhhhhhhhh,
says the faucet
to warn my mouth to keep quiet-
'cause currently a spaceship has entered the atmosphere of my brain
and there have been reports of rain.
In the dark
a lonely room
where is my sister?
She has to be near
My mind is a fog
My mom is ill
They took her away
Now I am here
So small in the world
Wanting my family
there's something about the night sky.
it's 2AM but I can't sleep, I stare through
light pollution and smog to see
only the brightest of constellations, and
i think "someday
i will uncover their secrets."
Toil and trouble, that's the American Way
Land a good job, one that will pay
Forget your passions, your desires, your truth
Don't stray from the path, don't be uncouth
How did we get here?
I didn’t know what to say when I first met you.
I got swallowed by your dark brown eyes,
completely and utterly consumed by how spunky and soulful they were.
I forgot how to breathe-
Do I Dare
Disturb the Universe?
Why should I?
Nothing really matters, so I shouldn’t even try.
Why should I?
Every single one of us one day will die.
Do I Dare
The early birds have arisen
Reading coffee-stained words and
Admiring the perks
Of this little train ride
Like the rest of the younglings
I put on a happy face
Every single day, 24/7
Not for myself, it’s never for myself
For my friends and family
My friends deserve the world
Inspiration is ignited by imagination
and interest in introspection.
Something that simply surpasses surprise
and seems to soothe you.
Resonating if you choose to
Living a double life, is easier than you think
Just wear the mask, loud and proud, no one will even blink
You play your role, you know who they want to see
The beloved son, the athlete, maybe even the geek
Like a burst of color behind my eyelids
You're bright and bold,
A contrast to the monochrome that swallows me whole.
It makes me glad I met you,
When every moment we spend is brand new.
The Flowers Blooming
The Smell of Paint and The Colors
The Leaves Falling
The Friends You Spend Time With
The Family You Love
such a small word
but means so much
fear that is applied so close you can touch
memories that will forever haunt you
following close behind
such a small word
but means so much
fear that is applied so close you can touch
memories that will forever haunt you
following close behind
The road was straight.Potholes were occasionally hit.
Then suddenly there was a fierce turn to the left.
Without warning, darkness surrounded.
Roots twisted, tangled, firm,
hold fast to the jagged rock upon the high cliff
her determined body
rebels, splintering, against the thrashing breeze
I am
Inspired
By those around me
I am
Inspired
To be
Better
I am
Stronger
Because of my family
And their love
I am
Happier
Life is my inspiration,
Every breath,
Every heartbeat,
Every tear,
Every smile,
Is poetry to me,
It inspires me to create,
And go on.
On a nice day, I'll walk
Where to?
Not sure
I usually don't have a set destination
But, I enjoy walking
It gives me motivation
Whether it's to draw
Or to catch up with friends
Candles—
They are quiet
Low-flamed
Background lights,
Yet they burn;
They glow;
Sometimes they spark:
One of them is as brilliant as the first orange leaf of autumn,
Candles are
