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love is when
he comes over to your house at midnight because its raining
just to kiss you
even though your mom said no, and his mom said no too
because he knows you love it when it happens in movies
GoPro cameras and Selfie Sticks, our ancestors would be horrified.
But it doesn’t matter because fabricated images, and fraudulent stories are glorified.
What’s wrong with putting your best self out there?
What I see is different how can this be
The light in my eyes are a bit brighter than yours
My heart beats and thinks lesser than yours
I feel like a wildflower in a pool of roses
No, I am afraid you’re wrong.
I am words
And lyrics
I am “tell me that I am everything you need.”
No, I am not silence.
I am tears and laughs
When I grow up, what do I want to be?
A sailor sailing the mighty sea?
A doctor curing many pains?
A legendary soldier who slays but never gets slain?
Some people judge you
Most people want to be you
What do I want?
Acceptance
I can’t change who I am
This is the only life I have
I will always be
Too skinny
Twinkle Twinkle
Big bright star
Our precious baby
you`re not so far.
When I`m sad
and feeling alone,
I close my eyes and know
you`re in heavens home.
Every day my heart aches,
I crave the act of running my fingers through your hair,
To hold your face in my palms and kiss every part of it,
Your nose,
Cheeks,
Left eye,
Right eye,
The sounds of the sky elude the eye
And the scents of the night fill thy nostrils
As chill passes through thy window dear
Mine ear beckons to hear the sweet serenity
If you are Caucasian, Asian, or of Middle Eastern persuasion
everyone wants to be black for the occasion
You wear saggy jeans and you come off like this
Do you really know what its like to be black and dissed
"First step's so called education, next we bring assimilation.
We keep you passified so you will follow"
Send out the soldiers & fill up the prisons, Stand in line for superficial pleasures
There you are sitting..
Dazed and distracted...
Are you alive?
Can you hear me?
You've made mistakes...
You didn't catch a big break......
But don't stop trying.
Don't escape.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to say whatever you want without ridicule?
Or maybe you want to do physical things like grabbing a can without issue.
A suffering child shall not cry.
A suffering child shall not let a tear run down their cheek to stain the soft brown skin that child was once felt comfortable in.
how do i get through?
do i take the long way?
do i take the short?
how about the easy?
no, what about the hard?
how do i see through?
do i look right?
or do i look left?
All I wanted was to breathe.
Breathe deeper and let it go.
Go where I had never gone before.
Before.... That's a confusing term for many.
Many years ago. One year? One day?
Day one. He was there.
Slam! Going at this because Im going HAM.
By the time im through you'll know exactly who I am.
I resonate through all the oceans and all the lands.
Being attacked by feelings that many will never understand.
People will judge you
from you looks to you attutide
to your nails to your shoes
that is what people do
they wont remember your name
unless you rise into fame
and have money and expensive things
Putting pen to paper
Is more difficult than it sounds
During the night
It's easy
I'll write of adventure
Of fights
Of romance
Of tales incredible to behold
looking back at the past
Before you past
I remember so little
I thought you were fit as a fiddle
I can't remember your smile
i haven't seen it in a wile
If only I could hear your voice
Faces gleam in empty windowpanes
Pressed against the glass,
Glued, judging, watching as they invaded the domain
Their domain.
The hospital.
Shivers coursed down the visitor’s spine,
I see light ahead of me
Darkness Behind
Clouds to the side
Fog making me blind
I see the oceans above me
And stars underneath my feet
I see a door
and my voice is the key
at first glance my heart wanted tp dance dance when i see you you light up my face i never want to leave you i want yoou fiorever in my life
Where does my happiness come from? I often like to ponder this particular question whenever I’m feeling particularly partial to my emotions. I mean it, not like I have a reason to, so why do it? But then I look back and it all makes sense
People just don't understand what we go through everday.
Sitting here, sitting there trying to make straight A's.
Looking at other people making thier grades, then we become afraid,
The battle's raging,
A war in my head.
Shot's have been fired,
My feelings all dead.
I sound the alarm
and call for retreat.
But its too late for that,
As I've already been beat.
From country to country
When I was two years I left my country
I left to Asia to a better country
After seven years there we became angry
Spring:
Morning beauty
As I hear the birds chirp
Flowers blossoming from the ground
Summer:
Sun beaming down on my skin
Kids playing in the beach sand
I splash into the cold water
Never give up when in doubt
After darkness light will shine
Even during a struggle never pout
Your pain will go away with a great amount
Just be patient with your time
Goodbye..it's time that we part
Here now I leave along with your troubles
So you may stay happy as you've always been
More than you now are the memories precious
tick tick tick
Time is always running out.
tick tick tick
What can I do about it?
The tock tock tock
Makes my brain tick tick.
The tick tick tick
Close your eyes and imagine
All the things that could happen
Wake up to a cup full of coffee
I remember the breeze blowing through the trees, blowing from the east, to the west,
we called it "fresh". The beaches would call out my name, it was the same way, everyday.
I really like your style girl but I hate the fact that you wild, play this game always ends the same is this how it all goes down?
The sun shines down on the beauty that surrounds you
as the currents lose your thoughts
and the winds lift your soul..
You seek out attention,
Like a lion preying on a gazelle.
You put up an act,
Like a play directed out of a book.
You hold up a wall blocking your feelings,
It's December, and snow's falling.
Now it's February and it's still falling.
Guess what? April's got snow!
Looking for grants and scholorshipsGetting ready for college is tough stuffBut the path is paved!
if you walk behind me just to talk
if thats what you're like take a walk
iv been dealing with people like you for quite some time
i cant help that im quite
but inside my ryhmes
im able to let loose
Imagine if money knew it's place
Or we didn't know money
If the bottom line never risked a life
That the greater good was not the greater profit
If our corporate sponsors would stop it
Money is blinding
"I've never done this before can we just take it slow?"
"Yeah don't worry girl i'll be gentle."
"Wait.. you have a condom right?"
"Nah but it's ok I'll be sure to pull out...."
The Language of God
By: Carrie Olsen
I am in a land that is not my own.
No one knows what I am saying.
Unrestricted, uncensored, I am free.
I have a power over them, they do not understand me.
If i had the power to change a thing- no matter how big or small what would it be? it would be nothing at all.How would we know what love is if we havent experienced the hate?
I woke up this morning to the wind gnawing through my old windows. I woke up next to my little dog, and the sun slipping through my blinds like love letters pushed under a door. I woke up at one in the afternoon.
Shine your shoes
Stand straight
Never be late
Learn how to wait
And you must share
Even if you don’t care
Ask how are you
They’ll say it back
too
Although it seems to be in the trees,
or maybe that sun, or birds, or bees,
that make us all feel a bit more alive,
I think this solution resides inside.
Happiness can't be contracted like the flu,
These big and strong trees
Have a great tunnel like view
with their evergreen leaves
When life gets difficult,
And your cup over flows,
Things go haywire,
Objects explode,
Theres no air,
No air,
No air you cant breathe,
Your brain cant conceive,
Wrong,
Wrong,
Sometimes we are lost and scarred
We are hiding from the way we are
And when our lives start to hurt the most
We ask for things that have no worth
Money, women, greed, and relief
to live or not to live
you say that there is a purpose
a purpose to live...
but i say why choose to struggle when death is eternal
you say to hold on
hold on to life...
I'd change the construction business.
They stop traffic
Take up time
And NEVER seem to finish the job.
Late to work,
The only thing the tires
get is dirt.
The way it is built
What sustains life on earth
What began life on earth
What we rely on day by day for the relief in our bodies
It’s chopping the thread that holds his life
The thread is cut deep
In the average dreams,
To me it seems,
To involve money or chrome,
Or perhaps a mansion of a home,
For me it involves the teaching of a child,
Whose mind is still wondering and mild,
I dream of world, our world
A world where kindess is a first instinct
where we stand together in all times
we work together to better the world
my world, our world
Life seems so long when your young
Youth has a way of smiling on everything
All things hold your attention if even for a moment
Minutes pass by like hours and you cant wait until a new opportunity
Life is hard.
Every one knows.
Life is scary.
Thats just how it goes.
Life is too short.
We don't get much time.
Life is so burdened.
But you'll be just fine.
We tell ourselves lies.
The sky was painted
Like stained glass
As I sat in the backseat
Of my father’s car
I watched my darkened surroundings
Gradually brighten and reveal
The familiar landscape
mommy and daddy started yelling
they banished me and my sister to our room
we cover ouur ears to mask the shouts
we hope this will all end soon
the cops got caled again
two or three inside my house
Education is beyond the doors of a classroom and beyond the teachings of a teacher.
What has this world come to?Where we have to hold a slam to say what needs to be changed.
I live in a land where the flag speaks red
A red that gives pride and shelter until my end
Yet to my Friends red Bends to displaying the Bloodshed
Of their countries
Living through the darkness of the dead
In a world where money is fixated and everything is dictatedOn who you know and how you dressThis everyday world is turning into a mess
Ran Through the White Fog
Selected
Lined with a decorated past
Finding new sights with old eyes
Your courage is tested
Marked by shades
Chained by judgment
Being blinded by false imagery
Colors of white to dark
Long plagued our kind
Seek out the meadows
Upon this day
Into the night
Come out upon my sight
As silent as a ghost
And now here I am.
Struggling to connect to a place.
A place my parents called home,
In this foreign land.
I watch a man bathe himself on the sidewalk,
Everybody says, “Life isn’t fair.”
Governor Quinn & other politians, shout, “We should all go to school, go to college!”
We live in a world
Where we can't live without jewels,
We were trained
To be overworked money churning machines,
And to let our dreams be held down by pins.
Wall Street was the aim
One thing that I would change,
would not to be for my life to be re arranged,
from bedtime stories, to a goodnight kiss,
these are the things that I really do miss.
Days go longer, without my father,
Skinny legs, a perfect hair is what they to see
A pretty face and perfect body,
The opposite of me.
The pressure to be perfect is slowly closing in.
When, when will all of this come to an end?
Is the value of simple paper more than what we make it?
Does it matter if we break a twenty or we save it?
Think About it, Why do we care so much about money,
When there’s people surviving only off milk and honey?
What if I could change one thing about my life
I would take away all the pain and the srtife
All the talk about my size and height
I would want to start life over and do things right
She, she knows all of what love is not. It comes to her like a foreign language nobody has ever cared to teach her.
when i was little i was always asked what i wanted to be,
and as time went on i started to wonder what i wanted to do.
when i started in high school i took general classes
but nothing sparked my interest.
Take a look at the street; beyond all decorated walls of freedoms and liberties.
Remove one coat of brittle paint; you’ll see what’s underneath.
Fingers trapped in lapping gunge.
Don’t touch, pretend.
There are many things
That I would change.
Some things revolving around
Physical appearance.
Some being people's personalities.
The thing I would want to change most
Is the way the society works
If I had the chance, I would take a stance.
Make myself be heard, find a cure.
The numbers are soaring, parents are mourning.
Lives are impacted each day.
But you see,
no ear will hear,
Confidence is key.
Where would I be without this essential trait?
Building my own confidence has been a huge challenge.
The stars; so far yet so near.
Though impossible, I can feel their soft whispers through the night.
Rippling in my ear, each has a story to tell,
A story of the beginning, the now, and the end.
time is infinite
but life is fleeting
why cant anyone see what im seeing
am i so different
from everyone else
why isn't it easy
or even fair for that matter
i wonder when it happened to me
the sweet Innocent girl is no longer me
piled high with insecurity
why couldnt i see
what a monster i've become
with no identity
did it change gradually
don't care either way
its just another day
cant seem to sleep
my sanity I'm trying to keep
little by little its disappointing
being sucked out of life is frustrating
so much to do
hour by hour
school goes by
learning is fun! some might say
for others its torture
lecture after lecture
schools for learning
not social hour
that's for lunch
its almost over
i've always wondered
how i came to be
with you by my side
for all of eternity
im not sure
what im going to do
with my life
in the future
i hope i can stay with you forever
7/10/13
why is goodbye
so hard to say
why do we always
have a tight grip on yesterday
why do we have to lie
to fit in
and to love
why cant we be sure
who set it up this way
Why is the sky blue?
Let's make it purple.
Why is the grass green?
Color it blue.
Why do humans have such beastly attitudes?
Put a smile on their face.
Weak children starving in the street,
Where is there food for them?
Parents letting their children get beat,
Where is there safety for them?
Sons and brothers lying dead on the battlefield,
Lonely face while he walks the streetWater from my eyes like sea salt-laden galesThe last they heard from him was a tweetAll she wanted was to hear a taleThe Moon was bright as a lamp-post
A dream ensued before the eyes of a man.
who left the World and ran.
Goodbye lies, cheats, and hypocracy.
Freedom of will and a loving decree
that is the World which I wish to be.
Have you ever wondered,
What did any of them do to us,
Why so much hatred and headache
And why not put in all in the past where it belongs?
Have you ever thought about,
Would you come for me, If i were in the valley deep? Where the wild water runs red, And the ever cold bodies lie. Would you come for me in the river of hell.... To the souls of the damned? With those two little gold coins in your pocket low.
Change,
to make different,
says Merriam-Webster.
What would I?
I'd change the thing on front of my head,
under my hair,
above my neck.
If I changed my face,
Beyond the world I create for myself, is another.
A multitude of verses that all do sing their own song's.
Hoping, praying, that others would listen to their verses.
I count the day's sitting in the weary cold so beaten down
I shall not grow bold less
the morning light washes me
clean, then my purer heart might be seen, tip toe my dreams
The sterling silver and stripped car,
with the squealing high pitched sound.
May it break on a back road away very far
and leave him stranded, never found.
The boy who tried that morning to hit me,
Below Apache Point
Take a peek across the dry open ocean,
A powerful and inspiring landscape.
Reach out and Feel, Simple Harmonic Motion,
as it beautifully embellishes the firey escape.
I choose to be happy.
I'm not gonna sit around in a slum waiting on something or someone,
I will be vigilant and ready for when my time comes.
I chose to be happy
I didn't cry and smash my fist,
The confederation had beliefs quite skewed
They wanted all policies to be renewed
But the union wishes to unite ones thoughts
Confusion on a silver platter served up quite nicely for all to enjoy.
Or rather to think of in a derogatory way within themselves.
The case may vary, as many grow weary.
O, Jesus, not in vein but with respect
Wine appearing out of such basics
What a miracle they must have witnessed
Did it come with a side of swine
Don't look at me and say that you feel the same as me.
You are not my equal, you will never be as equal as me.
I fought for a voice that will never be heard.
You watched silently and took all the credit.
"You're too close," I told him.
"You're so close, I hear you breathe, I see your fears, I hear your heart.
my stomach rumbles again, loudly,
the girls to the front of me,
to the side of me,
all around me,
giggle and i hear the crunch, crunch
You are my woman, my dream, my desire
You are my crown, my diamond, my jewel of inestimable value.
Your emergence into my life brought me sunshine on a cloudy day
As I write this
I am sitting in my world...
It is where I always like to be
When thoughts are flowing
This place makes me aware that I am finite
It is here that troubles diminish for me.
Who He Is, Can't Be Explained
He Is Called Many Names
He Has Given Many The Strength They Need To Proceed,
Pain
I feel it taking over me inside
The cries, the struggles
The pain that needs to be set free
Why did you hurt me?
Why must I feel the way I do because of you
So many questions gone unanswered
College Life is fun for me.
I like to go out and see
All the students walking by.
They stare at their iphones
and often hit their knee!
In a world of pain,lonliness and sadness
i want to be their super hero
with a magic wand that creates joy and happiness
i'll make all sorrows disseaper
and fill the earth with peace and content
"I can't wait to grow up!" the little girl told. You get to do whatever you want when you're old. Being little meant you couldn't do much.
I want you to trust me.
I want the smiles,
The laughter,
And the love back…
I don’t want these tears…
I don’t want these fears…
I want you
To believe in us,
To believe in me…
I wonder,
If you ever think of me.
Of all the nights
We spent side by side,
My head on your chest,
Arms intertwined,
As our hands engulfed each other’s.
I wonder
The black flame was
Ignited by the hatred of snow.
When it burns, it destroys communities.
The contumacious fire
Should fade into cold wind
But it catches school textbooks
The sun rises and sets on another day of disgrace,
For a world filled with
Drug dealers, crack heads, hookers, and children
Without a place to call home.
But they warned us
About the world.
People today don't know someone cares until it's do or die or they're already dead
The feeling of knowing that you're all alone
By yourself
Fighting a million against one
When times are hard and hopes are low,
Let the wind blow,
Let your emotions out,
If you want you can even shout,
Run free and seek,
A great destiny,
The sadness will leave,
I can see it in your eyes,
All the things you try to hide,
You can say everything is fine, but I can see your pain,
The pain thats screaming for help and won't go away,
I can see it in your eyes,
All the things you try to hide,
You can say everything is fine, but I can see your pain,
The pain thats screaming for help and won't go away,
I'm strong inside,
The feelings you never see,
The Feelings I don't talk about,
Because no one understands me,
I am like a shield,
No one can see through me,
A fly in my chest or a hornet in my head.
I feel some emotions blossoming
while others I have found dead.
No longer biting my tongue,
I let pent up intoxication loose.
I try to be me
The one thing that I would change
Would be the bullies of the world
I'm tired of all the pain and sadness
Spread by their hatred towards people
Who don't even deserve it in the first place
I still remember that night,
I let loose my greatest fears.
I still recall the fright,
And my pilow drenched in tears.
Like a lump on a log it grew,
I grow old, I grow old
Growing, it’s something that we do without knowing,
Time goes fast, we blow past, it shows no sign of slowing.
Trees grow leaves, it’s snowing. Though I don’t see it going
You say all that mean stuff
I pretend it doesn't hurt me
I laugh along
You pretend you're just being funny
Yet you know you're hurting me
It hurts
It starts from my chest
And begins to bubble up
Until it escapes
My frozen lungs begin to melt
and the words begin to spill
My burning heart relights
Oh my...You said you just wanted to get highBut now it's like you need something more to get byFirst a pill now it's some kind of white powder
Many of us have doubt when we see that God is taking too long to answer, many of us do not seek the kingdom first and wonder why all the other good things aren't coming we tend to lean on our own understanding which means not Trusting in the Lord
Many people say if i did not do anything wrong to someone who is mad at me i do not have to apologize.
I wake up in the morning to find that you are gone
Thought that it was just a dream but your absence says I'm wrong
I see our old friends when I go out
I force a smile and try to find something to talk about
I'm not much of a poet,
and I'm sure that I show it.
But if I had to pick something to change,
there would be no limits,
for those who have spirit,
because they have everything to gain.
I wonder where my life will be
Ten years down the road, will I still be me?
Will I have reached all my goals?
If I do, I'll certainly feel whole
In life we cannot predict what will happen
In and out the pain is unbearable.
In and out the cracks grow bigger and bigger.
In and out.
Deeper and deeper it goes reaching no where.
Pain is restricting.
They say sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words can’t hurt me
Well, forget words, what about what’s going on physically?
Kids committing suicide cause they’re being bullied
Homeboys killing their own homies
Remember that age of 7
It was so tender
Remember that age of 7
A bandage was a mender.
Those days are long gone
That youthful age
Those days are long gone
Are we even on the same page?
man, who are you?
beast, what are you?
woman, why are you?
peace, WHERE are you?
Heat
is the first sensation I feel.
Like a mother's touch
it comforts me
it soothes me
it keeps me warm.
Like a father's hand,
this heat is strong
it knows best
It's more than the feeling you get when the roller coaster is reaching the falling point; the rush that you get in your heart, throat, lungs, and stomach.
The weights I've chosen to shoulder
I bear not for my own intrinsic desires.
Regardless, I take another step forward
Relentless, Unwavering.
See that red house on the hill?
To live there would be a thrill!
This appartment we live in now,
The world is crazy, but never slowing down
I see so many different people whenever I look around
Black, white, yellow, and red
I see all these people inside my head
But why do we hate the way people look
Leaving Home is easier than you might think
You pack your belongings and say your goodbyes
Then you get in your and drive.
The rhythm of my heart beats in my ears.
My eyes are steadily burning with the flow of tears.
My bare feet are pounding on the ground.
While the steady drumming is drowning out the sound.
You forced me.
What would I change?
Shit, where do I start...
If only I could eliminate all the times a boyfriend stomped on my heart.
If I could erase all the times I stayed in the house,
Self esteem--self assurance
Scuttle your young shoes across the freshly waxen blinding whiteness
They say highschool gets better
Hang your head down and drift into your mindless universe
It started with kiss on the lips cheek instead of the lips
I think it's time I prepare
I found a text in your phone then I called you that word that rhymes with "itch"
And it went down hill from them
I am sensitive,
More delicate than
a Bleeding Heart.
Ice cold criticism
is my demise.
I resort to
witty remarks before
lashing out as
my last defense.
Breezes press against rubber,
Tinsel is thrown about.
Harsh mumbles answer,
Screaming encouragement sprout.
Fake green,
Fifty yards.
Maybe its a dream,
There were the guards.
We will meet againin the wide clearingof a forest I’ve never been to,where the grass grows unabashedly,under a sky that knows no clouds.
They say 18 is the prime of our lives.18 is when I began to relize simple truths that made me dissillisioned.
I am technically an "adult', but my parents still pay for almost everything I have.
Your hopes and dreams may seem impossible
But never give up
Dream high
When you think there is no way out
Never forget there is always a way
Dream High
School may be tough
I Know We Fight, But I'm Just Fighting For A Spot In Your Heart
So I Wrote This For You, My Use, Inspired By Hearts
Incorporating You Makes It That Much More Beautiful
Be My Mona Lisa, Essentially I'm DaVinci
with a tragedy like this,
the heart can't find peace
the days pile on
and you try to move on
no one can understand why
you just have to comply
with a tragedy like this
a lot is amiss
The sun shines bright upon the vast verdant meadow
Studded with wildflowers waving in the breeze.
In the stillness, all that can be heard is the rustle of the wind in the tall grass,
The red marble notebook was, at one time, new, but now has stains on the cover and is held together by duct tape. It is the third of its kind; each time its pages are filled, a new notebook with empty pages is bought.
If only I could fall just a little bit in love with you.
I see it in your eyes, I know you wish it too.
How much simpler would life be, if only you belonged to me?
The world has proven that I misunderstood.
Why sit when you can stand.
Why stand when you and sit.
Why not travel the world and sit with the old an stand with the young.
Why not travel the world and stand with the old and sit with the young.
I can't stop
Thinking about
You
About us, about
That night
In
That car with
The rain
Pounding
Furiously like my
Heart when
You
Breathed slightly on
As I'm looking down at this screen,All I see are the words, "Has she sent you anything yet?"Just an indication that I'm not all that important.All you wait for is that money,
I am a woman.
I am fat. I have rolls. I have stretch marks. I have scars and pimples. I have freckles, moles, and birthmarks. I have hair in places I don't want it.
This used to be so easy
But not so much today
I'm having all sorts of trouble
Finding what to say
If you think you can do better
Then just be my guest
Write your little heart out
I love Cailfornia
The palm trees breathe calm while the sun sets
Bright lights as you stroll through the night
Diversity so huge its as big as it gets
Adventure lurks in every corner
Sitting here in a stupor,
what rhymes with stupor?
I'm just not a words kind of guy.
I am one of those folks
who appreciates the jazzy notes
of a saxophone or a trumpet on a stage.
I write because I have purpose on this land
I write because my words can inspire all those who are around me
I write because words can create imagery
I write because it is apart of me
Light fading fast darking my present with my past racing to out run the case
standing atop my pile of broken dreams looking for hope that simply will not be.
Our boat is sinking, and I hold tightly to it.
I tell you it will be alright. I tell you it may stay afloat.
Our boat is sinking, and I slide to the end.
Cancer: it is written in the stars
Futures, predictions, how we see ourselves thus far.
With hearts wide open we delve into the mystery
Of those star maps followed throughout history.
Just a four letter word, so simple, so clean.
It doesn’t show what happens, when you stand out from the herd.
It’s all around us, yet no one cares.
That’s not me, so just let him be.
I have a love for the game something you wouldn't understand because while you were playing it I was watching from the stands
I didn’t have anything much to do,
When a Cat came in, as Cats will do,
And said, “An adventure is waiting for you,
If you will follow.”
Won't make this road my walk
And these words are not my talk
This life I've led's not mine
Just a shadow of mankind
What we've seen and who we are
Has disappointed us this far
who decides what is love,
is it me,
is it you,
is it the man above the blue,
skies,
we all look up,
trying to figure us,
who are they,
to say,
who me,
who you,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Life was never easy, and at times I wanted to give up,
The only thing that kept me here,
Is the fact that you were there.
And life for me,
I don't delete anything.
Songs, messages, voicemails, or photos.
I keep them with me,
because sometimes I feel that's the
only way I will remember you.
Memories fade and people change.
If you listen closely, you can hear the sotft breathing of his slumber
The motions
Your lips form
When you say you love me.
They say time moves fast
im looking out this blury window,
so I guess this is my time moving.
Time losing with each blink or wink just think.
I am the secret of the universe,
You can find me out in the cosmos,
Or right here on earth.
You see me everyday,
You see me all in the environment all around you,
As kids, we are brave
if we go down the slide
if we try a new food
if we jump off the high dive
if we don't cry when mom leaves on the first day of school.
As middle schoolers, we are brave
I sit here, alone.
Eyes set to the ceiling;
thinking, too much. not enough.
Clock ticks, sand grains fall. slowly, fast, whatever.
Sleep doesn't come, eyes never move.
Open, close, who knows.
The biggest test is life
ups and downs, fun and strife.
Stop
you already made a mistake
a thing so small you dont look twice
because its not something to entice.
Did you spot it yet? or not.
He walks in the room and lays there while she suffers.
It's been a long journey and Lord knows that she struggled.
He can't take the pain away, but he prays for betters days.
Two different pray sent up to one God.
Dreams are a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep. Dreams could be considered a form of storytelling; they are like a movie constantly playing in our minds when we sleep.
I’m tired of being held back
The crazy thing is no one is holding me, but me
As awful as it seems
I close the doors that suffocate my dreams
Only just recently did I start to take responsibility
Maybe we were both so caught up in the illusion of being together that after it happened we just gave up.
All the love stories we heard about the happily ever afters, expecting our story to be the same.
Always and forever,
Violence on the streets,
Bang. Bang. There goes another.
The news is a broken record, it repeats:
"Shot and killed", "found dead", "gang related".
Violence in a videogame match,
A poem is something I didnt think of as money
But when you think about it my words can be as sweet and cunning
So why not earn a little more, from some thoughts iv thought of before
There are so many people around me
They chatter and laugh and they play.
And I sit in the middle, feeling such love
On anything but a regular day.
They join me in songs, we all get on the bus
The way I see it
There's this heartache with no gain
They say get the knowledge
Go to college
Work all your life
And die old feeling accomplished
But what's the point? I do not see
I am the freshness that takes everything up.
I am the delta of barks that carries a life source.
I am the clear blue horizon.
I am the green that protects every step you take.
I was once everywhere and everything.
What made them who they are?
What pains and struggles embittered their past?
And I wonder if they are held by the same wonder.
Yes, a curious thing as I enter the train.
Multitudes of people standing and sitting.
I'll murder ya subconscious
Gunshots ring yonder
Of the thoughts of you believing yourself to be better without me
I'll diminish ya train of thought
9-11 wouldn't be half of what I'd do to eradicate you from you
What is difference?
Why does society dislike the different?
Who is to say what is differrent?
No one is the same
Yet, we all want to be like someone else
No one is equal
yet everyone is equal.
Everyday I live in discrimination
as a LGBT first generation
I only hide, deep down inside
calming down my long frustration
I sometimes feel the need to 'come out'
The secrets I hold,
are everlasting.
They tear at my every fiber.
used,
broken,
unwanted.
Not pure enough for anyone to hold.
Because he deserves better.
The secrets I hold,
Words spoken without thought,
Words of hate,
When kindness could have healed,
But now it's too late.
I was just kiddingAre words always toldBut nobody knowsHow the story unfoldsBruises on her skinHer hope last night beatenCant even rememberThe last time she's eaten
A practically endless stream of copies lines the shelves at just about every store we can think of.It’s printed so very often.By so many different publishers.
Like a statue time withers you away
Till you crack and once you do youll never be the same.
Look I know these words sound pretty mundane
"We've heard this before" you'll likely exclaim
I cry at night when no one heres me, no one listens to me anyways. I yell in the day but no one heres still. No one knows the pain I'm in, no one knows anything about me.
“You aren’t good enough”
Excuse me, did you say something?
“You can’t do it… I mean, have you seen your competition?! You have no chance!”
I fell down
The light's weren't on
What was I trying to mount?
The light switch, I could not find
That's when I realized
I had always been blind
I knocked at my temple
How silly I was!
Her legs spread wide open
Eyes staring down at her; he's old enough to be her father
he's young enough to be her brother
she is afraid
Tootsie pops and bubble gum has been traded in for
There was a dream inside
there in my soul it did abide
I hoped one day I would acheive it
Now I have and I can't beleive it
It once was simply a glimmering glimpse of wishes
There's a new girl in townShe's here to take my placeI didn't expect things to turn so fastso if you don't mind tell her steady her pace
The one who chooses to do something
it is up to them to live with the
consequeces
A person who chooses to do a bad thing
it is their repsonsibility to know what
they did bad
Your class was the worst thing that ever happened to my poetry
Every night my homework was to spill my soul across a page
Telling my class stories and truths I wish I could forget
And every class when I turned in my poem
Teacher's lie when they say "there's no stupid questions!"
Cause when I ask they get mad and yell at me for not paying attention.
We have to sit through hour long lectures,
My dog is my only friend
I know it might be hard to apprehend
But my dog is my one true friend
We go for walks
And she listens to me talk
And talk
I'm finally here.
I've waited,
Day after day,
And year after year.
To sit in a class,
Where an instructor is not concerned
With keeping up appearances.
Miss doesn't play Angry Birds.
it's like a battle feild out here
stray bullets everywhere
but its like there all aimed at me
i dont understand why
the silly thing about it is
they expect me to fall
they want me to give up
When I think of you,
Ah, I can barely believe it is true.
From the moment we met,
I could see there was something.
But could never tell what it was.
When thinking of things I shouldn’t say
To teachers to tell them my feelings
I purse my lips to hold back thoughts
And roll my eyes to the ceiling
If I could tell you how I feel
Hey, you, at the board
With your hands on your hips.
You, in the front,
The lesson on your lips.
Stop. Listen.
Teach me something important,
Growing up, I was trained just like a dog,
With a conscious as blurry as the deepest fog,
My tail wagged eagerly at the voices of authority,
Who convinced me that what school, church, and the news told me,
It hurts so much,
You kill me with every touch,
I put on a mask because I don’t want anyone to worry,
Not that anyone’s going to help me in a hurry,
America is constantly put up for praise
Freedom, opportunites. Yeah, we have our days
Isn't it sad that I have break downs about school
Every
Week
Teacher I dare you to say I don't care when I cried about your test
Last Week
I become so consumed with grades that I cheated
This Week
Education is the confirmation,
that your life after will be grand,
from learning physics to foreign language conjugations,
it leads to jobs in high demand,
many bash education and teachers,
Another worksheet that I will not need past high school.
Yeah, I understand that school is not meant to be “cool.”
But how is the Pythagorean Identity going to better my life?
I am not that person I appear to be.
Those deeds you glimpse are not of my hands.
Though this body has committed many sinful acts,
I am just another dollar for attendance
My first tardy, my first warning
though you can see on your screen
my record is cleaner than your desk.
First
Its your first year teaching,
When I called Mitchell, "Girlfriend"He thought it was meanHe thought it was rudeThen refused to talk to me. "I'm gay, call everyone 'Girlfriend'.",
Thank you teachers for showing me the way
Thank you for guiding me down the path to success
Thank you teachers for showing me how to express myself
Thank you for guiding me down the aisle
Life is but a picture painted by God
Everything we discover and every step we take
Is another brush stroke in his creation
From every atom to every galaxy there is beauty
For us to find an adventure which is life
Lemme just tell you my story.
First this is not a safe place, so called school.
Everywhere is a ring,
Full of fighters.
Oh you think you can help?
Then forgive my mistake.
Teachers should provide their students with Materials Materials
Mateials needed for school, the future, and life itself.
Showeroig their studens with warmt an are, beng another support system
apart from their family
You speak words I have long forgottenAn array of colors in your room, lanterns glowing. You are doing something, on the computer i believe.
#YOLO
It may just be an overused saying,
but it may make people ponder their fate.
People may start paying
attention to how they live before it's too late.
I have an itch-
Impossible to shake
Penetrates throught-out my skin,flesh,and bones
I cant shake it off, lingering amoung my skin
It's thick, and heavy
Sickly in scent and leaves me as tired as a pensioner
Glistens so bright and is a foolproof way to see through the night.
Hangs casually off many and there are plenty around, be wary of touching it.
Without it, we resort to our primitive age.
Her hair swings down her back,
Her Nikes are pounding down the pavement,
Each step leads her to a new world,
Water starts to fall, landing everywhere.
She spins with the beat while the water spins with her.
Can you not hear it
Over the clamouring the streets,
Over misty mountains peeks,
Over crying of merry and meek,
Or even applying to make discrete?
I say with jubilation
A blank page,
Much more beautiful
Than these scratches
Ruining,
Piercing,
Tearing.
With these words,
A blank page
Once flawless,
There are 720 Days of High School give or take
That’s almost two years for goodness sake!
If I’m going to sit in a desk for that long
Life
You started the minute when I was conceived
You capture and treasurer the good memories as well as the bad
You can never start back over but only move forward
You carry on even when I give up
Life
You started the minute when I was conceived
You capture and treasurer the good memories as well as the bad
You can never start back over but only move forward
You carry on even when I give up
The time is here
Its the start of a new year
All schools are preparing
For children to being with their horse playing
Teachers are saying that learning is key
But all we know to argue and ask why?
If your layin in your beddwellin on worthless and dead ,wordsthat are painted red, when they've already been said, . . .still layin there in your bed . . .
Normally, I'd never admit itNot to myselfNot to anyoneBut I have to get this out of my systemI'm still not over her yetThe one who was there when I lost someone closer
Life works in many ways
Some are positive some are negative
People chose how these affect their lives
Some don't do well with how their lives are affected by the choices
We come to class,To learn things we don’t need to knowHow to balance an equationWhich birth control works best
The question we always ask in retrospect is why?Why did he write a note to which we couldn’t reply?She never expressed a single pain or tiny sign,While repeating the empty phrase “I’m fine”.
I sat at my desk, after a long, drawn-out test
Too asleep to slumber, so my eyes were left to wander
I listen to what happened todayThey say that you have passed awayI can't believe it, no, not youThis cannot ever be trueCorpse Killer, special forces, died today
Lay down your head my childI promise things will be better when your eyes openAnd when the night becomes dayWe will still be together forever and always
I pick up a gleaming bladeA blade that calls out to meIt coos to me sweetlyAnd it needs me again todayI lift it up to eye levelAnd see inside what I want
Say Something
Rebecca-Lin Talmadge
They say this is good for us
This place will be our home
But they don't warn you of the hate you will face
A light in the darkGlowing so brightThe flickering flameIs always alightA light in the darkA light shad of greenThe love in the flame
Every class you go to
There's a fool
Who don't know nothing about school
Be Quiet! is always what the teacher say
However these fools are all about play
They don't realize that life is full of suprises
You have to be willing to try, try again
Your mind set should be, "Yes, yes I can!"
Do not let fear strike in your heart,
Worrying and fear will tear you apart.
Don't let the little things get you down,
I love you and you love me too
our relation binds us close.
We may not want but time ahead
Don't try, Don't care, Hate.
Be honest, be sincere, don't lie.
Kill them with the truth.
There’s not one thing that I love more on this Earth and that I care about more than anything in the whole universe. Theirs no replacing her because there will be not one living thing that could EVER be as great as her.
YOLO they say
you only live once
but what if once is not enough
you can live everyday like your last
living for the moment
but a moment its enough
Spend everyday like its your last
Working together is what we should do,
Giving a helping hand can be more than you think.
Speaking of our goals and how to achieve them makes a difference.
Energy is formed from within ourselves to strive for them.
Argentina
The country I love
The country I die for
You are so beautiful yet so harmful
Love the way you are
You make me feel different
Not many come to the US
***I would suggest watching the video that I have uploaded rather than reading the actual poem.
My last year in high school I dont know what to do now dont wanna work in a office I'm a people person or at least I try to be.
Born of innocence on a warm summer day.
Only the love of a mother can keep a heart alive,
No father to cry for or dad to say goodbye.
You grow up wondering why.
To my teacher from Math,
Whom, by the way, really needed a bath,
To this man who resembled an ape,
I would kick in his lower geometric shape.
To my teacher from Biology,
When I look out the window and see the leaves blowing, I wish I could float away from all the mess I've created. All the pain I have caused, all the stress I need to escape from. My breath is shallow, my heart is aching I cant hold back from the
Flourescent Lights assualt me
as the dirty school walls swallow my being,
my mind,
my will.
The nagging bell barks "class time"
and as I sit in your hard plastic boxes which
listless, fitness, kisses
nothing but wishes
wistless.
the dull hum of life,
the burn in my arms and legs,
the lingering touch of your lips,
is this how it's supposed to be?
"White people, white people." "Black people, black"The reason there's still racism, is all 'cause of thatSeparations of race, defining between the two
Born different
Unwanted
Lousy
Looking for acceptence
Insignificant
Empty inside
Different
You tell me that you’re “Not going to play this game”
What the hell does that mean? You’re declining nonexistent invitations to nonexistent games now?
NOT going to play.
And they say that you’re not crazy.
Dear my love, whose name is unknown
I’ve encrypted my unspoken words onto this heart of stone
Each waking hour, each restless night, every passing moment all a paradigm
He smiled and laughed from time to time.
He seemed fine but pain ate him up inside.
He was so quiet but his blue eyes were loud, pleading.
But no one ever listened.
He was someone’s student.
What is the opposite of living?
It's hating others and not forgiving.
Our eyes were placed in front for a reason.
Look back should be called treason.
It's staying alone.
No memories to be made.
I understand that you're human
You need to understand that I'm human too
I understand that you have bad days like everyone else can
You need to understand many things can paint a teenager blue.
"What in the world am I suppose to do"
I cant see the future, All I see is bleakness and Im feeling blue
Hey teacher, I've got something to say
I want to tell you about stuff I see each day
You need to change a lot, but i know you can do it.
There's a lot to cover, so i'll get right to it.
The first day of school was fun
Other classes turned in book reports, but we did none
We got to know you and you seemed pretty cool
The desk is neat; the coat's unseen
No teacher there - high five!
You cheer, you applaud, it's a happy scene
As you wait for the sub to arrive.
Who will it be this time,
Mr. Strict or Mr. Nice?
The "men" walk across these halls as if the king,
Treating their special girl like the queen they deserve to be.
Mother nature did not come back,
The king had decided its time to flee.
fall in line.
Shh. Don't speak out child
mubled truths, breathing underwater
I'm drowning on soild ground
I'm...
slowly fading
Figuring it will work out for the better
Hell is walking the road of life searching for someone to talk to
To feel stranded while surrounded by people too focused on their own trivialities to notice
It was all I needed to see
the bridge to reach my dream
standing tall, reassuring me
to my future, my grand scheme
It used to only be a view
a sight from the city I love
The only student with a hand down in class
The one in the back
She’s trying to listen
She’s staying on track
The boy in suspension
He’s nothing but trouble
Dear Aunt Wendy,
if you are reading this
please come home.
Because I saw you praise His name
And at night I watched you weep
when you felt alone.
I could never understand
Frustration builds and I'm kicking myself
I've procrastinated on the project again, and my anxiety rises
I only do this to myself because, I have anxiety issues
Due dates only make it worse
"I'm hopeless."That's what I thought of when I satMy heart was pounding and I lost all my sensesI didn't know where to startWhat was breaking my heart
I once wondered if there was ever a God
Finally I know there is one
Love took be my surprise
Always prayed
Out of the blue a boy appeared
He's taken my breath away
My broken heart is mended
You think you know it all but you don't
Yes you have college degree but that doesn't mean yor better
Your just a regular person who decide to do somehing with their life
well good you
Because of history, I am seen as nothing more then a figure to be worn on the side of a man.
You want to feed my mind but i leave class hungry.
You sit in class and teach but I cant pay attention.
I dont understand why i fail, which is so funny.
I try and use the bathroom but i need your permission.
She was
bullied.
She was teased.
Ugly, slut, whore
They said.
She
was suicidal.
She was extremely unhappy
and wanted to give up on life.
Then.
She found happiness.
Hey, what is you name?
I don't even remember your name, it's like you're a window pane.
Ever listen to what we say, we blame you for cheaply getting paid.
You yell when we tell, I just wish you would fall,
The curriculum is based on the standards
No time to find yourself or to get passed them
The teachers have rules
That we have to follow
its that time of class when your books are stacked on your desk and they have been there for 5 min. already
your eyes have been glued to the clock and your friends start to get ansty.
You can go on and all
about the games, the football.
But when will you teach us?
Give the students the things they need for success.
You have a required graduation class,
yet you harass,
People saying that it will get betterWhenWhen will it get better?Living through hell each dayThey don’t know what they are doingAnd it gets better?
All pain, no game
This is just an average day
What you do or what you say,
is something that you soon will
pay.The hurt inside isn't enough.
I think im strong but life is ruff.Theirs
I once took a test that required I fill in my race.
I looked at the options, and confusion struck my face.
As i bubbled Hispanic/Latino I felt I was lying to the Test Proctor.
Often we hear the word LIFE thrown around so swiftly
But in all reality what is LIFE
I’ve often heard just because you live doesn’t mean you’re live
Take a seat,
and close your mouth.
Let me torment you instead.
The lesson for today,
is role reversal;
Take a seat
and take it to the head.
Let me take my anger out on you,
It took me few weeks to find an idea for this slam,
I’ve been scratching my head in deep thought,
Tossing and turning in my sleep for days,
Trying to figure out what to write about.
No! Why? Don't do that!
Don't make me take off my nail polish.
Don't make me take off my ankle socks.
Don't dictate what shoes I can wear.
Why should we tuck in our shirts?
Do our shirt-tails really matter?
Unapproachable is the best word to describe
the "teachers", they seem to call themselves
seeming to put our education, on the bottom shelves
Struggling, striving, for what seems so out of reach
Pay attention, you need to know this.
Sit up, It's disrespectful to have your head down when I'm talking
Why isn't your work done?
Tick tock the clock keeps going
The sand in the hourglass keeps flowing
No matter how much sand there is
One day it will run out
Then what
Will reminisce
On what we miss
Straight girl walks in a crooked line
Straight to hell, ignoring the signs.
Nothing is straight under pressure,
Living under a forever broken spine.
Straight talk isn't so straight anymore,
Eduacation, education you are valueable piece of gold. Education, education your are the key to success. Education, education you are my light. Education education can you hold me tight. Education, education where would we all be without you?
I wish I could tell my teacher that walking into class a second late isn't missing class instruction. That doing continuous book work for spanish III honors isn't going to help me understand the subjuntives or the present tense of verbs.
I have never realizedHow alone I've felt until this very moment...It hit me like I had just ran into a brick wallI hate how horrible I feelHow depressing this emotion isAnd to think that my biggest fear was to be aloneWhen I've felt alone for 4 yr
Answering a question right in class
Breaking a rule and not getting caught
Capturing the perfect picture
Daydreaming about your future
Empathizing with someone
Feeling wanted when a puppy snuggles up to you
Please think back to when you scolded,
those kids with talents you could have molded.
Now they're wandering out and about,
is it them, or did you doubt?
Try to approach smile and grin,
For what it’s worth I know how you feel I can speak to you but we both know we can’t say the truthI know what it’s like for you and trust me when I sayIt sucks for us too.
"It is too early to be worrying about Trig"
"Cam you not tell us about how your husband doesn't love you?"
"Do you ever shut up?"
"How about we learn about something interesting today and not about gonads"
I blink tiredly, my head pounding
an absurdly bright monitor flickers before me
Another night of living in a world fantasy
in a virtual realm of limitless possibility
You came into my life by chance
We were childhood friends
You would push me on the swings
Till my feet touched the sky
We'd run through the grassy fields
Rolling in the grass
Dear Ms. B
I came to your class on the first day of the eighth month with hopes of enlightenment and acceptance,
instead I got... shit,
You were suppose to be the first man in my life.
You were suppose to tuck me in bed and wipe the tears that I shed.
You were suppose to hold me the day I was born.
Call me your princess your bundle of joy.
Alone.
5 words.
2 syllables.
A major problem within itself.
Not only are we the cause but we are the reason.
Yet as time passes something begins to happen.
As I Lay
Lay In Bed
Awake, Alone, Cold
I Think About
How I Feel
I Think About
3 Years Ago
I Think About
How You Left Me Here Alone
I Think About
How Much Fun We Had Together
You try to fill my brain with your ideas;
MY brain - not yours
MY life to come, not yours.
Let me breathe....let me think...
THINK, not become your robot.
Help me learn to cope, grow, create,
reading the pages of this book
i am drowning in desires draped across my eye lids
and slowly being pulled into an active unrealistic reality
you see here in dreamland
you have the power
Tears streaming down his face
He reaches for the belt in his closet.
He looks up at his ceiling fan.
“Will it hold me?”
No.
He reaches for the open razorblade on his wardrobe.
You say you love me yet I don't see it on your face,
seeing and believing are two very different things,
if you love me I promise it will not be a mistake,
through snowy winters and summer rains,
Fog, inescapable fog,
bitter cold and moist, it doesn’t belong.
Not my southwest home, not my country.
So, I reason, this place is someone else’s.
Cold, gray, damp—it can only be Britain.
I'm tired of the routine that follows my day
It's the same things over and over she say
I want to be that change to motivate myself
To be exactly what my momma has praised about
Its life yanno, and I get that
Hey
I hope you remember me
Because I remember from the back of my heart.
You forgot didn't you?
It's me, the one that you verbally abused everyday,
in my face and behind my back.
What makes the nation's pillers high?
And its foundations long?
Wht makes it mighty to defy
The rules it considers wrong?
Its not gold, Its a kingdom's grand.
Escaping intact from battle sock;
One day i will be something. One day you will see me doing everything. The everthing im reffering to is making a difference. Im here to give other people deliverance. One day i will change lives and make sure people have everthing i do.
Long days,
Even longer nights.
Momma workin' overtime just to keep the lights.
Dads gone,
Don't give a damn really.
It's survival of the fittest in this big city.
What's the pont of trying to be someone who does not receive respects?
Boys and GIrls disrespect eachother everyday
But not I
I demand RESPECT
I was raised to give and receive respect
I wrote on your heart,
wrote on your songs,
wrote out my misery all along.
Too blind to see,
were meant to be,
or am i mistaken for imaginary catastrophed destiny?
I thought you were different,
I think you are a hottie
With a tan smokin' body,
Yeah I know you think I'm snotty
But can I holla at you shawty?
Who cares if I'm just seventeen,
I'm way too good for these string beans.
love you love you for you! dont change your body for the shit u see in books saying
be skinny, when they fucking starve to make skinny true. Greens macaroni and cheese
When you go to school you honestly think that you will meet people just like you from what I discovered in shows and the movies you see on TV proves this is true.
Standing there with tears streaming down my face,
Her heartbeat steadily faded away.
Oh, time, do you not care? Don’t you delay?
Awakened from slumberEyes opened wideMind calculating, planningThoughts zooming by
Restless, yearningDevouring booksReaching and grabbingRecieving strange looks
Let me go,
Hard past memories.
I don't need
To be reminded
Of how much
You still hurt me.
I need to be
Released.
I refuse to accept,
That this is
Just how it is.
The future is unknown to anyone.
All we can hope for is the best,
Until this short life is done.
Blue, brown, hazel eyes of all earthly guest
I am here,
In this classroom,
Desk wedged hard into my back,
Eyes straining, struggling, striving to stay open,
Teacher’s monotone lecture filling the air,
But missing my ears.
I am here,
The seas are calm.
My soul is free
The birds are singing let them sing.
In sweet harmony and song my soul is free.
The sun is shining.
Let it shine upon me.
Just because I sit in the back of the room
And send an empty stare…
I’m not an air!
I care!
I swear…
You look at me but you can’t see
The face that passes by…
Oh, I want to cry!
Why?
Love and pain.
Loss and gain.
New paths to take.
Old friends again.
Mother and father to hold your hand.
An ex-best friend to take your man.
A heart to break and a heart to have.
If I could tell you what was going through my head I would,
The issue is not only my humiliation for telling you
but for you percieving me differently.
I would tell you this deep dark fear of mine,
My hatred had deprived from the feeling that; I would never be able to feel what future they will have. That my father could start over and become a better dad. While I had been the test subject, and the 'mess up'...
7:20
Late, herded into a room deprived of civilizations air,
Filling my brain with the mans gloom or so we all presume.
Life, an ever living being with endless possibilities,
we grow to live and accomplish goals we wish to acheive
as this world we pollute, dies with us,
as our selves die aside our cells.
You see me walking in the halls,
I dont know why you make me fall.
On the inside and out you break me down,
But they still treat you like the class clown.
Its not funny the way you make us feel,
My eyes filled up with tears as I heard the newsIt never occurred to me, how much I could lose
I cant believe I'm standing here
Saying my goodbyesTo a dad that meant the world to me
Today was the day,
Where you decide you didn't want to stay,
you have fought so hard,
Today you finallyput down your guard.
Too bad it was too late,
Way, way too late,
Life and its meaning,
surely its a clue.
It's a question about believing,
if a real purpose is true.
We may be lost and afraid,
but one day it will show
the answer of this charade
You held me when I was scared,
And cheered me up when I was sad.
You wiped away all of my tears,
And chased away all of my fears.
You protected me when danger arrived,
And have never left my side.
This school was created for US
They were ment to serve our needs as blacks
Now you tell me I'm not good enough
I'll never be equal
I'll always have to work harder, be better
"May I use the bathroom?"
"No, five other people went."
"Well I'm sorry. I didn't know our urinary systems ran together."
Well, there goes your Saturday. You've got detention.
You tell me I'm worthless.
You tell me I can't comprehend as others comprehend.
I yearn to yell and defend myself.
But all I can do is whisper internally, "Help."
I am worthless? Am I worthless?
Feeling really strong with your mouse a keyboard
Calling me this and that
Gay, Fag, Stupid, Homo all these hurt, but make you feel great, and strong
Keyboard strong
Dear Mrs.Power Hungry,
I wake up early.
The memories of sleepless nights fill my fluttering eyes.
Late nights filled with words of the past, steps to write the perfect sentence, and what our earth is made up of.
Imagine your dreams
Reflecting your emptiness,
Spinning wildly out of control,
You can't slow down, you can't stop,
You wake up sick to your stomach.
Imagine being stuck in a rut everyday,
Coma..
Your body next to me, It's like a dream,
So warm, so soft, I never want to escape,
This suffocating feeling of embrace,
You breath on my cheek,
You doby twitches, so slightly
Oh teacher, oh teacher, put your phone away. Don't tell me in your "first day of school teacher tell all" that you are a stickler for the rules, and then text while we sit her and take notes.
The sun rises like any normal dayThe orange, the blue and the yellowBut I see it now in a different wayIts more deep now than shallowGathered around merrilyRunning, laughing, reminiscing
The battle of being , of what is suspected in life. We make a massacre with our hardly existence of humanity. The brawl of the complex obstacles and barriers you must over come. The warfare of being positive and obedient to everything and all.
If war today is just a lie
And a eye for an eye
Makes two men half blind
And what if that lie cannot be seen
Wouldn't life today seem like a dream?
So i ask you the question of that doubt
I want my dreams so soar,
Not just end up on the floor,
I'ma open up the doors,
So my engine could roar,
I don't want an icky sore,
Or something I already wore,
My life sure won't be a bore,
Our love is what he devoured,
and soon I became overpowered.
This is what happened so,
this is all i began to know.
He treated me like his queen,
but the truth was unseen.
I was his highest expense,
We're not the Past
We're your Past
We wear diapers
We play with dolls
We dress up
We shoot toy guns
We build out of blocks
We make mud cakes
We talk to our imagination
I only write once,
so I can be remembered.
I only write once,
because I have an opinion.
But then again,
I won't only write once.
I'm going to write to be heard.
I'm going to constantly write,
Day 1:
I am a seedling
Mommy's warmth hovers over my body,
She loves me.
Protector
Mommy helps me grow strong.
This school is a bane
Society, if fills with pain
Classes, riddled with sighing
Intellegence, it is dying
We try to live for the moment
It disappears so fast
You try to be smarter
YOLO
The words of the naive
The words of the reprieve
YOLO
The words of the hurt, the sick, the blind, the dead.
What we want to say, before there are no words left to speak.
YOLO
Someone asked me why I'm so nice to people who treat me bad, and I didn't know the answer.
Then during class I looked around after finishing my test and realized why.
I never told you that I never had my mom sign my planner because I didn’t want her to hit me when she saw I got a B
Lost, confused, usure of the past
Wondering, sinking, how long will this last?
Dreams of clarity, dreams of certainty
Why do I continue to keep this company?
Looking at the future, unable to see a thing
They tell you that they got you,They tell you that they're there.You smile with ease,lie to yourself,"Man i dont gotta be scared."
True luv doesnt hurt intentionaly, reality is abuse always hurts~ Fist or words the damage is the same. I can forgive the pain of ur fist faster than ur words. None i'll ever forget, foolishly most i'll forgive.
I'll never forget when we first met,
Our eyes locked and your smile won my heart,
From that moment our hearts met we were never apart,
Time went on and we both moved on,
But the love we shared forever grew,
AS Christmas gets closer I'm reminded you're not with us :( No matter how many years it's been, it doesn't hurt any less :( I'm as happy as I've ever been but I'm not complete, I'm missing my first born son <3 How much I want u hear n wish I co
What is he for who canno't stand
is it shallow for him to give a helping hand
death is shallow like a dark cave
it consumes all that live and wake
Are we blind when we go to rest
or see the light when at best
time can't rewind,
though i really wish it could,
if i could change the past,
i most certainly would.
we used to be close,
actually best friends,
but drugs came into the picture,
I was once Daddy's little girl, his pride and joy, his princess! But then Mommy and Daddy split, and it was just Mommy, Sis, and me. It took a little adjusting, but we were still in our tiny hometown, just now on the other side in a smaller home.
We live together
We cry together
We laugh together
We yell together
We are a family
We will also be together
We all dream of success, whether big dreams or small victories
from a young age, we crave it like we know no other
like all of our other brothers
or our fathers and mothers, who have fought so hard
Always building me up, Just to tear me down
Sweat running down my body
Always filled my eyes with tears
Bruises all over my body
I use to run and hide
Yet, you seemed to find me
I know you're sick of me, redundant,stupid, childish me. I know you don't believe me,and kicking out my mother and sisteris a-okay with you,but that's not how familyworks. You don't "mesh" with my demonsbecause you think there's nothing there,wh
Looking for a way to succeed
If you lost your map your out of luck indeed
For when your looking for your way to success
Look in your heart at your G.P.S.
Life, life goes on. It goes on. A bus full of light, and im not on board. It continues to march forward in an illuminescant path, but i cant seem to find my way. Am i trapped or am i stuck? Why cant i approach this light?
I don’t know if any of you have noticed
But there are different levels of crazy
Personality wise, there are a couple different steps.
Whenever I meet someone new for the first time
I’m still on level one.
We danced in the rain
soaking wet
We were bathed by the heavens
A fresh start for a new place
a new summer
a new us
We mastered the slides
and slid down the slopes
shouting
I have a lot of plans for my future. I really want to make something of myself. I am currently trying to make it out of high school alive. I work hard every day at my school, because I want to get out of here.
Fake smiles and deceving faces. Love consumes the minds of the fragile Money and Lust overtake the hearts of young adults Does the world have hope in any way . Words hurt the strong and turn them weak . can life improve if noone seeks such a
Young black girl skin-tone dark as night.
Not insecure but her mind aint right.
If ever told she beautiful she see it as a lie.
Hate compliments but she don't know why.
You must live life like a bird.
Fly free, high, above everyone
You must treat life like a fragile crystal.
Worship it, be kind to it, admire it
You must not fear death.
There's no such thing as time,
time is simply a way to organize the human mind,
let me teach you a lesson,
the clock ticking on the wall is an illusion of progression,
WHY do we say we dont care
when we all know that we do
WHY do we tell people "we're fine"
when we all know it's not true
WHY do we push people away
when we need and want them to stay
"Everything is going to be okay."
They told me when I scraped my knee
Running around with such innocent glee.
"Everything is going to be okay."
They told me when I failed my first test.
Yeah, I'm white
Never Been in a fight
But my dream is to knock out some lights
Talkin' 'bout dreams,
one-a mine's to be free
Ya see, my parents lock me down with a key
Yo, little do you know about me
I walk around school
Constantly scared, confused, and needing.
I need the help of my friends.
My friends that left me,
My friends that said they'd always be there for me.
They all left,
It all starts with the downfall.
The shock, the pain, the confusion.
You become embarrassed.
You begin hiding, secluded, alone.
You get bad,
Worse than you could ever imagine.
i need to see the change is the world
i need to hear more of the unheard
not everyone is recognized
but more of people hiding in disguise.
i want to see more happiness
and more people who forgive and forget
T- Technology. It is important to modernize the classroom.
E- Everyone is different. Promote diversity and exceptionalities in the classroom.
A- Accept all opinions. Respect each students'opinion so they feel validated.
the thing that creates the mind,body,soul
the thing that can break, make, and take you to places you never dream of
the thing that you teaches you love and hate and things you should appreciate
You SitIn the same chairsurrounded by the mindless,the dullthe Are You Seriously Sleeping Right now?the “I do it to make my parents proud”the stereotypesthe What Even Is That
Back to the drawing board. Here I am Starting over from scratch Yet again. Checking variables. Rechecking my math. Why can't I just seem To get this right? I take a step back And observe the board. I think I got it this time...
butterfly , my butterfly fly away.
why do you insist on staying.
soar this world as you are ment to be.
you need to for once open your wings.
42 days.
One Month and eleven days.
My scars have begun to fade
and my smile has retraced itself
again.
42 days.
Of hard nights
where his words echoed
and I wanted to bleed
According to Webster’s Dictionary, the term soldier refers to “one engaged in military service and especially in the army” (Soldier).
Back when I was 16, I sw thrown whisky bottles put scars on my mother's face. She pranced around the rim of the bottle with unspoken dreams. I didn't want her to be lonely, So we pranced together.
In this world, there is much hate.
Is it a coincidence? Or is it fate?
Years of bullying, discrimination, war, and rape
How much more can we take?
Peace is there, I just know it.
Freedom comes at a price
the ticket is your own demise
in order to truly be free
you must give up your most important thing
you treasure it most, but leave it unguarded
Hello it was nice to meet you,I known you all my life,We grew up together,You was like the brother i never had,Every weekend and every summer i spend all my days with you,Riding bikes, going swimming, playing video games is what we did,But i never
Changed. To be different from the world. To be different from the people around you. Surrounding you. Crowding you. Changed. To be free. To live your life your way. No one can control you. Because you're...Changed. For the better and the worse.
Young girl with little aim but only one shot.And all moma said is baby give it all you got. To scared to pull the trigger not knowing the outcome. Not ready to show her knowledge not ready to overcome.
Repeated kindergarden
No big deal
Older than my peers
Okay
Can't drive
Can't work
Why?
Blame them all
My parents included
Deffered action
My blessing
Paid twice
So often have I failed. Failed my friends. Failed my parents. Anyone who has ever mattered to me. I have failed myself, but not this time.
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
What are we doing? Wasting time? Buying time to just feed on insecurity. I don't make you glow. You look at me with dull eyes.
A woman of Black gold, gave birth to an olive child,
Strong and mighty was she to stand by a father who stood to just pretend.
Made sure her little peice of hope in this world was warm, fed, and fast asleep everynight
At the blackboard I sit and stare
With each minute I twist my hair
I've been waiting for my senior year...
And now it's here I shed a tear
I will miss cheering at the Lions games
Society is so screwd.
Be yourself! But make sure "yourself" fits in.
Its cool to sleep around but if you get pregnant then you are just a slut.
Makeup makes you prettier but you are seen as fake if you wear it.
When you wake up in the morning and everything is silent, stop and pray. For a chace to earn a great day, love without being told, and leave all your worries on the tray.
So your race getting murdered bring you happiness
Please say its not true because that cruelness
You think because you wear a flag your tough
Students slump into the dull, gray roomLooking around, they see nothing but gloomIn the stone seats that they sit inUncomfortable and bareThey're expected to be uprightPay attentionAnd stare.
Walking down the hall
I see so many faces
Faces of people I know
But never speak to
And the loud girls
They make friends so fast
But the shy ones
What chance do they have?
A room full of students
different and unique as can be. Laughter can be heard from all directions,
like thunder rumbling in the distance. As you move closer, laughter turns artifical.
Dear Teacher
I hate group projects thanks to you
why you may ask
because I always get paired up with someone
who dont give a shit about their grade
and I am stuck doing all the work
ALWAYS
he
As he spoke his words were like ice going down my wind pipe corrupting me from the inside out
His words were like a wrecking ball
I Am Art.
And Art Is Me. We are one.
We both share the same peculiar personalities.
When a room is dim, we illuminate the ambience.
Our bond is inflexible; the vibrant light blinding our audience.
7.046 billion people in the world
1,200 students at the average high school
So many faces in the world
So many people that are passed by
What would happen if there was a chain reaction?
You stand at the board and you sit at your desk
You only care about deadlines and scores on my test
You mark up my papers, you stay after class
You couldn't care less if I actually pass
Just another dayMy arm is still scarredNo words left to sayNo words could even explainThe depth in this feelingThis craving deep inside Normally I can hold it backBut it's getting even harder to hide.
I am a butterfly that drifts though the air
I am an abandoned dog searching for the right and wrong
I am the heat to your heart
I am the small grain of sand you step over
It's so cold here, is this what it's like,
to know I'm done and through, imminent end in sight?
~
I can't see, feeling this tingle in my fingertips,
Is this what it's like, to lose my grip?
~
You're supposed to lead us on our quest for a brighter tomorrow,
You are the one who brings us only sorrow,
We look to you for help,
Yet every day in class you make us yelp.
TEACH US,
Not talk down to us.
Oh teacher, my teacher
What is this place I’m in?
Is it supposed to be a place of learning?
Or a place of yearning?
Because I yearn to be free of this place
I'm so sick of it when people
put you down.
Who do you think you are
? Stop it right now!
Wishes after another, every star I see,
every star that makes me believe,
is a leaf on a tree.
Ready to take sail with the wooshes of a wind
Undeveloped or maybe impossible.
If I tell you how I feel,
You'll laugh at my joke.
You'd tell me that I'm stupid,
and leave me here alone.
Deserted in the desert,
Crowded in the streets.
I've fallen into your eyes, lies, & shame.
Teacher Dearest,
I'm tired of hearing your voice and your lectures,
They're usually followed by meaningless words and pointless hand gestures.
Last I checked, we were hear to learn,
Would this lesson add food to the table when money is low ?
Would this lesson show me a route to my future, and the right way to go ?
Do you even care about what the hell we have going on ?
I wish I could take
Route 80 to Heaven
I could sit down with you
And spill my depression
Sit back with some chips;
And a nice game of cards
Watch game shows all day
And keep laughing hard
Will you listen? Just once
im finally able to speak, senior year is here
its fmally here, my chance to take the stand
my words will be heard
im here
ive been here
im not leaving soon
What is faith to me?
I need your guidance right now.
To make the right choice.
Depression takes hold.
Choices mold on my future.
Guide me the right way.
Stop my actions now.
You ask why I go against the grain
It is because it I am above it
I am more superior then those who make rules
I am not a follower I am a leader
You cannot stop me from doing what I want
with some of these teachers i just want to use profanity
they talk and talk and talk i think i just might lose my sanity
they can go off on so mant irrelivant rants
Stars, starsCome aliveI need your guidence in the sky.Stars, starsCome aliveI need your help through this thick unknown.Stars, starsCome aliveAnd guide me with your light
Cummings, Frost, Poe, Shakespeare,
I couldn't tell you "what he meant here"
And Romeo and Juliet?
Something about a Capulet.
Simile and metaphor,
1. It(s) like/is nothing that I've heard before...
Mr. comes through the door rubbing his eyes
half the students are cutting- that's no big surprise.
He yawns and ruffles through some worksheets for today
a shrinking of thoughts, and even less words to say.
During the dayYou're so bright,Through the shining sun.During the night, you're so dark,With the moon shining on your back.Weather expresses your emotions,Rain, sadness, snowy; madness,
Lying on the ground believing in your stories
Falling hard within your astonishing glory
We live in a world where we sit and ask questions
We wonder why me? what did I do? why?
I was born in an ever changing world,
but to me seems like a never changing world.
All I had was positive thoughts in my mind,
didn't know that would change in due time.
Lue find, the meaning of life.
There is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears.Trying to figure out why she has put up with it all of these years.Innocence gone.Just taken away.Struggling to deal with it & be free someday.
These hands
They shall mold this world's greatness
These eyes
They shall envision the world I wish to see
These lips
They shall speak life into this world's hopes and dreams
This face
She is mysterious
Yet comes in many ways
She works for an eternity
Works with no mercy
She's an awesome multitasker
She never rest
She causes broken families
Shes heartless, and ruthless
Eyes Like Diamonds
Perfect Black Silky Hair
Long Legs
Awkward Attractive Smile
Curvy Body
Flawless Smooth White Skin
Blessed With A Heartwarming Spirit
Exotic Personality
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Being trapped inside a small cage
Not being able to give in an opionon
But be slaved to listen to the long unbarebly whispers
I hear, but do not speak
Because when I do
They feel me as a burden
“Mirror, mirror on my wall
Who is fairest of them all?
I know it not to be me
With how I look, how could it be?
I am not thin or sweet or smart.
I do not look like a piece of art.
With so many things I wish I could say,
to all of my teachers day after day,
I cross all my T's, and dot all my I's,
to get a good job, so I won't serve fries.
Enough with Macbeth, or Chaucer's old tales,
You only write once
Well I think that's a lie
For writing is eternal
It will never say goodbye
My life has been a mess
Lots of stress
I'm almost done with high school
And that's my final test
Yeah…It’s that hurt.
When you look around, and you realize
Damn it, you’re alone.
You live where your heart is
But you don’t have a home.
So you just stay there where your house is,
“I didn’t want to come back and teach your class in the first place,” you say.
“Then why come back at all,” we say.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with y’all now,” you say.
“So then why are you still here,” we say.
What’s on your mind? Is it a person? Someone you wish you knew? A mime, trying to find the right words to express its inner being. What’s on your mind? The beauty of the sea? Wonder how deep it can be? The moon? Glistening in the sky?
Dreams are an escape from reality,
A reality that we wish not to see,
For with open eyes things become very clear,
We see the world for what it truly is,
So take a step back and breath in the atmosphere,
First I started out counting and learning colors.
Man, I Felt so much smarter than the others.
Challenges grew harder, my brain was expanding.
Reading, writing and math were knew to my understanding.
I am..
Small fragment of ease
Moment of Clarity
A grain of hope
I am..
Morning walk
Afternoon with loved ones
A evening of freedom
I am..
Young and Old
Lost and Found
Education is made out to be oh so important
I'm not here to say that it's not.
but when you think of the true meaning of education,
You really should give it some thought.
I sit and watch. Watch you talk. Watch you teach. Talk, talk, talk. Trying to stay awake. Taping, Drawing, Texting. Not interested. In what you are talking about. In what you are explaining. Why. Why can I not move? Why can I not talk?
A dull blue hat upon his headBlack ripped gloves are on his handsLost and somewhat confusedThere's this homeless man
Through years of experience I have learn that people may sometimes forget what you have said to them in the past,
They may forget what you did,
But one thing that I can asure is that they will never forget how you made them feel,
it can happen to anyone, by anyone
there is no excuse
the hurt, the aftermath, not fun
all because of abuse.
countless nights of crying
you feel like you want to die
but no more of that, start trying
You never really cared, you just kept trudgin through all the blank stares.
Got lost in the numbers, in the crowd was despair.
We never really exactly knew what we learned,
From your talk to your walk I can't stand your presence
Everyday I enter that doorway and become trapped in this prison..
your chalk is writing what happen to markers and hope?
Education is the thing,
That causes our minds to ring.
Our brains twirl round and round,
all while wearing a great ol' frown.
But in the end all is well,
For those who get an education,
That is.
Maybe it’s my choice
Because you never seem to care.
And it’s my voice,
That you never seem to hear.
They’re my decisions,
"You cant change who you've become"
This phrase doesn't apply to you literarlly but figurativley its who you've made your self known to others
That DOESN'T mean you cant change yourself for the better...or for the worst
I look in the mirror every day and see myself
and ask what am i to everyone else
I've been called ugly names
that bring to my heart lots of pain
sometimes i feel sad and lonely
Tick tock
The famous cries of the clock
Teacher stands attentaive at the front
On the bad days she turns into a cunt
She goes about the class teaching what the state requires
Tick tock
The famous cries of the clock
Teacher stands attentaive at the front
On the bad days she turns into a cunt
She goes about the class teaching what the state requires
It is she….The quiet one who isn’t necessarily muteHer mind is loud, and I wonder how she does it.How does she maintain such a typical face?Yet her mind is circulating with all of these negative thoughts…. It is she….That girl who is self-deprecat
Dreams
Like a child's toy
Played with by imagination
But time goes by
The child grows old
The toy stays the same
The toy sits there
Taking up space
Waiting to be put into action
Miguel is eight years old walking to school
Every day he passes the pot head, crack dealer, and pill popper.
He is innocent though and not giving a care in the world.
Gotta beat the mean,
You gotta apply,
You gotta beat the average.
They throw chalk at your soul and hope the dust leaves you panting for creativity.
Training you to reach the average,
Respect and kidness.
That's what I always say.
But sometimes I just can't stand those days.
Where veryone is screaming.
Getting out of control,
And what does the teacher do?
Nothing at all.
This is Not A Poem on Religion
I appreciate what you do,
But I don’t like how you do it.
I am a student
Dear Teachers
We are not all delinquents
Nor are we all against you
Please don’t scream at us all
For the faults of a few
We are not all lazy bums
But please consider that
Steps into the school, more like rocks moving.
Why am I here?
Teachers saying your stupid.
Why can't I be smart?
Words flying from every part of the room,
Why do they hate me so much?
I think teachers should teach more mathematics
Less Algebra,
And more about taxes.
Prepare us for life,
Not just lab write ups.
They have us studying for days,
When all along,
You start out thinking this year will be the one,
I will actually make an effort, not leave and be done.
Two weeks in and your thoughts have changed,
When it comes to kids throughout all schools,
I notice a special treatment to some who very blindly act as fools,
While others sit and study trying so desprately to build up there name,
Marks on a page;
Disjunct, incoherent
Numbing, repititive markings on page,
Two-dimensional substance of which contains no matter, no substance.
All to be labeled. All to be judged.
All this marking,
i live to be ill, for the thrill, keep it trill
and if you walk into my house I'll be sending you a bill
i dont need no money, but i get it tho
i don't complain, it's insane, the way im stackin doe
Can you hear me?
I'm here wanting someone to ask if I'm okay.
I wait and wait but no one can hear me.
No one notices the hurt I go through.
No one notices the pain and suffering.
In class we are asked,
To find the sum or the mass,
Of topics that I'll never need.
What about doing taxes,
Or working the faxes,
Because this I never see.
Molding the clay.
Designing the report.
Inserting the injection.
Many things can not be studied.
Testing! Testing!
Screaming through my head,
quivering hand,pencil of lead.
many questions left unsaid,
motor boat of a heart,
filling with dread.
Testing! Testing!
Tests begin, light bulbs go up.
Help me believe that youre the right man for my heart..help believe that you can stand to be the mother of my future childrens...
The songs of silence drone on as you lecture
The only sound is the skittering of pens across the page
And then you sing
With your most boring of song
Telling us of our English lessons for the days
You Hurt Me At An Extreme Level, I was silentYou Broke My Heart, I was silentYou Ignored Me At My Worst, I was silentYou Were Busy With Others and Didn't Even Care For Me, I was silentEvery Time I Text You and You Didn't Reply, I was silentBut whe
I feel like there should be something more
Just the same routine.
It’s getting boring and,
Dragging us down.
We should be educated on something
Founded by people who want us to succeed,
Surrounded by people who do not believe,
Hurt inside because of depression,
No emotion or impression,
Hurting others with a fist,
Bruising at no risk,
Silence
My mother always asks me,
Why I can never seem to sit still.
My muscles tighten and an excuse is quickly constructed,
do what you will with me
caress's cold
indistinct
clenching
till I turn purple from oxygen deprivation
my house is in order
I welcome the acrid bitterness of bleak nevermore
Maybe it fits to be the person you are,
one without care, without concern.
maybe it fits because you cant seem to understand
What kind of actions are taken to raise a good woman or man.
Digging deep down inside,
There's no place to ride,
I feel a since of emptiness,
that sometimes I can not hide,
Who cares about my up bringing,
I surley am not suprised,
They say education is important
So why can’t it be
When you’re sitting at your desk with your hands between your knees
Students sigh in advance when you pass out a test
The lonely angel with a broken wing
Knows all the pain that truely stings.
He remembers ever face that's passed his eyes,
He must keep living while everyone dies.
You're a note sent from heaven,
To this battle field in hell.
I wish I could kiss you here
and the worries farewell.
Every letter written carefully
By a steady hand in ink.
No Ma'am
I cannot stop talking,
I had to tell Sarah about my strict parents and about the cute guy I talk to now.
No Ma'am
I did not do my homework,
I had an essay, a project, and test to study for.
Walking through the halls you see them everywhere, The mean girl making others feel invisible. But where, where are the teachers? The ones who should being protecting us. The ones that are supposidly our safe haven. The warmth in the sun.
And its midnight now
And my heart sinks into the night
With bittersweet memories flowing,
Timeless memories
And endless heartbreaks.
I was so young
But not one second have I forgotten
I am the product of a child never left alone...You see I am what a teacher taught me 3 years ago was possible, you see me I am what my 5th grade teacher wrote in the pavement me for me to be, and that path I crossed over last week is the cement wr
Dream a dream so sweet and sound
of a place so enitially profound.
where hope and joy and be eternally found.
why would a robin ever want to be on the ground.
why would one never want to make their sound.
Buses, desks, chairs, pencils, papers flying every where.
Another school day is regretfully here.
As the instructor calls roll and the morning bell goes a tolling,
I complete by marryin that girl dominique
until i realized she ain't got the best physique
The was the second strike
cause her heart wasn't right
she was intercoursing just out of spite
Repeating lies
to regain stress
but your constant reassurance
inables you to confess
Don't love the way
you hold your drink
just adore how every night
you're not required to think
They say that school is a must.
You miss it you're a bust.
To fail is certainly wrong.
But school is just so long.
You must conform to societies needs.
Those who differ will not succeed.
Something shivers in a deep dark corner
Next to it are bright red eyes
It is a she
She is a young lady
The bright eyes are Loneliness
Loneliness is keeping the young lady captive
The sweet reverie of a little girl in a Cinderella dress
Does not hold a demise
For no person shall attempt to withhold her
She has imagination creativity innocence virtue
Let her twirl
Mercy
The choice was swift and all my own,
Desire neglect’d, still apparent.
Mist at once shrouded my judgement,
My bearings vanished, sight was gone.
You say you're here to help,
but you criticize and yell.
I feel lost and alone, it's just misery.
Why can't you offer advice,
instead of tearing me down?
Teachers are supposed to care,
Dear teacher,
oh beloved wisdom preacher,
I do not want to be a mathemetician,
or a public speaker.
I do not want to visit in the Earth's core,
nor will I ever encounter the Civil War.
Don’t speak the truth, but don’t be a liar
At least, that’s how Mommy says I should be
She says it’s the only way
To explain my black and blue shoulders and knees
To where do we go from here, my brothers
What once was, shall no longer be for us
That well traced road is as the others
Now broken and void of that former trust
We were once bound by invisible ties
On the first day of class we sign a promise not to plagiarize
But really it’s a balance
Between copying
And knowing what you want to hear
Because our own words aren’t in your answer key
You can’t cite scars
Patiently watching continuously observing
This unfair treatment & your reckless discernment
Your bad judgment has me on the sideline
When I should be in the game because taking a hit feels the same
DIG ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING GRAVE!Stop burying me in past memories,Forgotten conversations,Guilty Temptations,The unending persuasionsTo take you back-
NO!
I am one with my soul and God
Granted my body to be on this world
But how can one, be “one”
If they are not connected
And they are slipping into this cruel
Savage beast we call solitary
Walking in and feeling alone
Tears streaming down my face
Will they care?
Hell no
Why would anyone care about me?
Then he walks over, caring eyes
“Come outside with me”
We went down to the River
But the River was dry
We went down to the River
But it gave us not Life
Then somehow in the whisper
The whisper of night
When we went down to the River
Sip by sip, I forget the words
Said by who I love and don’t
It doesn’t matter
I don’t have to care.
Bottle by bottle, I drown away
The harsh looks I get
Emotions are whirling
Stress finds me everywhere
Sometimes I just want to be alone
I don't know how much of this I can bear
Emotions are whirling
Stress finds me everywhere
Sometimes I just want to be alone
I don't know how much of this I can bear
It's the beauty all around, that calls sweetly to deaf ears. Persisting that it's presence be found, but not many hear. A voice melodic, story hypnotic, with love and sadness intermingled. Eternal love and freedom began with strife.
*CAUTION* i am not sucidal. This ponders why people commit Suicide.
cold AND heavy
I try to HOLD it STEADY
Where to put it?
to my HEAD?
or my HEART?
I just want to put the TRIGGER
Not all heroes wear a cape
Or a badge
Or a medal.
Not all heroes drive fancy cars
Are doctors, firefighters,
The moon can never outshine the sun,
Only recognize when darkess consume the sky.
To truly feel the need to love a person
Is when you aren't allow to love them.
It is a struggle
Sitting, day after day
In a cold boring room,
The light bulbs flicker away
And the air reeks of gloom.
The walls hold me tight,
They keep me in line,
Remind me night after night,
It all started one spring
Seen a light
And my mom on a bed
For the first time
With tears in her eyes
Holding me tight
But two moths ago
Something terrible had happened
Fizz.
There goes the bubbles of your cola.
Splash one, splash two, three hundred droplets down
Pathetic, do you hear the depressing background viola?
Like a fool, you watch the cup tumble to the ground.
Thumbs up, no fear, smile and no tears
Love expressed,
My mother’s hands and her embrace
Stability is near.
He was invited into Darkness one cold, black night.
The Darkness took over his hearing, his touch, his sight.
As much as he wanted to leave, the Darkness made him stay.
And because of the Darkness, he pushed everyone away.
Let this be your first night of happiness.
Let all your fear and troubles dissolve away into the darkness
Let this night, be a peaceful moment full of bliss and relaxation
It hurts to see my dad in such great pain, lying in his hospitalbed, pale and in pain. Five tubes---or more---pulling and push-ing his skin, dripping and sucking fluids into and from his body,
It's the last year of imprisonment
The last of my safety
One says it's a step to a new life
Perhaps, the closing of youth...
Is it death?
Never have I ever
Felt the uttermost dread
Grimy leather seats,
Shoes wet from the dew,
My shoulder bumps the cold metal of the bus
During each twist and turn in the road.
I am sitting here physically
But I am not here,
not at all.
Time, why did you abandon me?
You purposely and mistakenly left my side
Days come to short, but to many for counting
In myself is where I’ve learned to reside
Time, you’re supposed to heal my wounds
School is for learning, right?
Education is meant to be an enlightening experience,
fill the pores of humanity with a vast expanse
of colors, the colors of Knowledge
So I sit in a desk for 8 hours, 5 days a week
Birds harmonize in nearby trees;
A helicopter flies overhead, beating the air with its wings;
A motor works to keep the humans inside cool,
While humans driving cars burn deadly fuel;
You like me,
I like you.
We got together,
And I'm happy 'cause it's true.
You see me,
And I see you.
Both of us smile
'Cause it's what we always do.
When I kiss you,
Je suis une rêveuse.
An idealist,a visionary,a wishful thinker.
A fantasist,a romantic,a stargazer.
I don’t like poetry.
I know, it sounds like blasphemy to an English teacher’s ears but
I just don’t like it.
I know, I sound like a six year old
I think I never learned to speak
Or, at least, not to stand up for myself
I didn't speak up
I couldn't speak up
Pushed around from an early age
A shopping cart
Bumped, bruised,
Broken.
The light's too bright
my eyes are blind,
the heat's too much
my skin's too numb.
I miss the dark,
I need its comfort;
I miss the cold
I seek its touch.
High up the mountains, locked behind the gates
It is self-sufficient, almost self-sufficient
The sick seek solace,
But where is the hospital?
My parents call me into the living room,
My siblings stand with me,
My father has been on the phone
For half an hour.
I had a surgery last week,
We were hoping I had no cancer,
We were hoping
“Did you hear?
Nothing else matters right now.
I don’t care who is looking.”
He nods his head and I can’t help but fall apart.
I don’t even try to talk, because a my throat swells in sorrow
invitation
salutation
inquisition
fluctuation
indecision
intermission
conversation
hesitant confession
swift rejection
separation
spiraling confusion
Everyday, I wake up but nothing ever happens. I've been pushed here, there, and everywhere. I feel alone, so alone I just want to end my own life.
Gentle rain pattering outside,streaks of water tricklingdown the pane of glass.Listen.The shrill squeakas her hand slowly sliddown the window.Wishingshe could just claw her way
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Pollution, poverty and humidity
Is where I was born.
A third world country where
society was torn.
Where the mountains stood,
Looking down on the city,
As much as I appreciate
the Loveliness of the Day
it is not nearly
as Extraordinary as the Night.
The Incomparable Beauty,
the secrets that lie within the
Viscous Tar of
I try to run away
But your gravity pulls me to stay
No matter how far I run
Your gravitational pull has won
I find so many reasons to leave you
But for gravity tells me
That I'm not going anywhere
You love me with all your heart
You cared about me from the start
But I won't let myself love you
You never let me forget that I'm beautiful
Even when I look ugly to you I'm beautiful
. . . As of now I'm sitting here in my bedroom thinking
Of the truth behind the lies and the games
It's such a shame that I'm hurting deep within of the bones that hold my frame
What is there to do now but to wait . . . .
The middle
This is where we are
We shifted to neutral in the car
Things are getting confusing
And I feel like I'm losing
We're both in the same section
We're scared of rejection
You continuously
Throw in my face my age
But no one is begging
You to stay
You can leave and turn the page
We fight all the time
You alwas make me feel like slime
She cares, even if she shouldn't.
She loved, even when she promised she wouldn't.
She let him go, even when her heart couldn't.
He promised her his heart for ever.
Would he walk away, he swore....never.
Star-kissed
I open my eyes
And see
A million beautiful lights.
Little cosmic seeds,
Planted in the universe.
Some die
In spectacular bursts.
Some with but a whisper.
I'm lost in my fantaies
Without realizing
The fatal tragedy
That is my reality
Lost in the fun
Lost in the bliss
When a good life
Is what I really miss
I do and say things I shouldn't
Vibrant green is seen so supreme. It's power that it's won. What is it's worth to you or me in reality, it is none. We would rather see it traded in for fancy clothes or cars. As it lie there cold, what is its use no longer gold in bars?
The life of a senior,
Is to be a great leader,
To be a role model for the younger kids,
But become an underclass man all over again,
But as of now for eight hours,
Ill have the power,
Through this tiny journey,
A game as some may call it,
We fall over cracks,
Trip over mistakes,
Fail while achieving,
And make faults within perfection,
But it is just the nature of mankind.
For you I began,
without me you don't exist.
You named me and try to understand me,
so I tell you what I can.
But.....
I don't remember when I started,
I walk in an endless line,
Walking in nature makes me think of thee.
I'm reminded of you in all that I hear and see.
As I walk, I see the trees rustling with the light wind,
Just as your long hair sways when you walk 'round the bend.
File for this. Apply for that.
Where is the fun at?
Deadlines buzzing whirring around
Overwhelming the toughest of nerves.
Quivering Wondering Focusing Shivering
She
the tears burn as they fall from Her innocent cheek
they cut through Her innocent heart
they run down Her innocent body
She soaks in a pool of despair
i shivered, cowering
you focused, tactlessly
i followed, aimlessly
a blindness, unconscious
of empty sentiments
i wouldn’t understand
Everyone hurries with smiles and laughs;but the girl just passes so solemn.One day after the other the kids seem happier;but the girl just remains the same.Parties, friends, make up and more;
I never knew where I wanted to go,
Or what I wanted to do.
I've been through five semsters, from school to school.
Undecided, feeling defeated
Taking classes that were totally uneeded.
But now....
She says sit like a lady
but has rules against chairs.
Here's six hours of reading,
I'm sure you have time to spare.
Here's a screwdriver and wood
now give me boat.
There is a list of to-do's,
I like to eat sleep and be alone
empty messages, no missed calls on my phone
Walk through the streets contemplating on life
no one to go on dates or make me their wife
Old friends and family call to hang out
Rain washes me away
Melting away my indiscretions
Exposing my vulnerabilities
And carrying me to places unknown
Thunder drowns out the cry of my heart
Silencing its call
Stifling its every desire
A glimpse of another life can ruin youDreaming can create the most excruciating heartbreak
I had always been told not to put all of my eggs in one basketNot to count the chickens before they hatched
I look to the world,
And feel burdened
By life that clings, difficult to shake off.
I look to my city,
And feel enslaved
By copious opportunities, experiences.
I look to my community,
i made a mistake
i made a mistake
i made a mistake
i made a mistake
no...it was my fault
the words you howl in pure disgust
the words i take in and attempt to digest
You sit behind me in the midnight sun
Urging me forward toward the edge
Always there my dark twin
You are the sin to my light
It takes everthing to fight the pull
Oh how sweet it would be
You feel guilty, haunted
and it's eating you away.
You think that you can hide it, avoid it
but this guilt is here to stay.
The first step into freedom
is coming out with the truth.
Click A sound is heard Tick Another chimes Knock A common noise Tock A secret song Creak Alone just chaos Squeak Together form music Ching Annoyance to some DingHarmony to otherBong Ignored by speed Dong Embraced by patience
There will come fiery showers and death from above,
And lonely life searching the sky for a dove.
And fresh air will become scarce around these parts,
And sullen moans rise deep from black hearts.
Its crazy to go from a gangster to a christian
A loud mouth to a listener
A gun toter to a bible holder
A brother fighter to a man molder
To go from ripping and running the streets
To hymnals moving my feet
High School
You get four years to figure out your life,
You’re the one that puts up with all the toil and strife,
You tell me that I cant succeed
You say my dreams are not logical
You repeat the things you think I should do..
But I tell you that you'll see my success
I say to you my dreams are reality and will be met
You're not really sick!
You just want attention!
You just want to be treated differently!
That's what they cry
Their words becoming sticks and stones
That break my soul, mind, and bones
tengo una sonrisa bella
una sonrisa todos los días
y a todas horas
pero es una sonrisa falsa
todos piensan que estoy bien
nadie se imagina
que la depre se pelea
I told him, baby, let's
go back to our childhood
Go back to those years of playing games.
Let’s go back to those better times when,
this hell, our life
could never erupt in flames.
It starts off as a joke Then turns into madness. Wishing you could revoke. But its too late. All the teasing, pushing and laughing Has took its toll. Now all the things you say have lost control. You couldn’t help it, You mom and dad had split An
Black engulfs the world around me.
Everything is still;
No wind,
No light,
Just me and the darkness that surrounds me.
How did I get here?
Did I jump,
Did I fall,
You are the little girl who wants to be
A doctor one day
To put on a white gown and a pair of squeaky clean shoes
To save lives from behind a mask and a ponytail
But forget it.
How she tells me she is honest,I can only nod, uneasy inside.She let me say what was on my mind,And, listening back, I became fonder.My once hardened wall broke down,Leaving only the opportunity for freedom.
Along the dirt path
Her feet dragged in sorrow,
Her white dress covered in self-loathing,
Her eyes filled with regretful tears and
Her lips blistered with slander.
Nothing is prettier than the 7 o'clock sunset hitting your faceBecause it illuminates exactly like your heart doesWhen you're telling me I remind you of the sea and your fingers trace
The world turns dark, the lights go out
And in my mind there is not a single doubt
They can’t see what I am going through
They can’t see how much I need You
The match in my heart is slowing burning out
I never really wrote that good of a love poem until my love wrote the poem itself,It wraps inside my heart, flows from my pencil or pen and doesn't ask for help. I guess I never really loved that deep for my love to feel the need to write its own
Distance is like a spark, indiferent of the fuel only offering ignition.
Fueled by emotion, there is a reason most stop at the notion to ignite this flame.
I know all you have is me
And that I will never be enough
But I will bind our love together
With such a force
I will shoot fireworks from the tip of my tongue every time I speak of you
Stab, stab. Cut, cut. I'll bleed onto you.
Every known color will fade into you someday.
Permanently marking your body, mutilating you beyond recognition.
If I push too deep I might tear through your flimsy skin.
You take my hand in yours,
You look at me with adoring eyes that I cannot ignore,
You burn through my icy façade,
And you stand by my side.
You wrap your arms around me,
Your scent, your warmth,
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.
ALL THE THINGS I’D WISH YOU’D SAY
Dear My Daughter,
I refuse to stain your heart with my scars.
Dear My Daughter,
This axe of our views hides quietly away
its blade rarely sees the light of day
These days no one can get the axe
The teachers abuse and swear
Some children find this case unfair.
O' bumbling, buzzing bee; whizzing past my ear.You always seem so determined:Please, tell me where you were...
You are simply beyond my reachA treasure I can no longer keep For holding on to something at such a distance Meets with such strong resistance
From the safety of my window
I look out and view the world.
A harsh, cruel world is what I see,
Looking back with scorn at me.
A Broken record Can Deliver messages to other galaxies and Etch in stone the Fake desire that was Gone before the Heat could rise. It’s the summer time. I don't think we believe in space; Just the time it takes to destroy it.
Love.
The laughter of a small child,
The rain that makes the plants grow strong and healthy,
The raw emotion between a man and woman,
Man or man,
Or woman and woman.
Love.
Darkness turns into dim light <br> This is the beginning of a new life <br> A boy on the 18th of September <br> This is surely a day to remember <br> but then comes another surprise <br> a twin sister with light bro
"Since when do you wear your hair like that?""Since when do you listen to RAP music? Oh! My! GOODNESS! Those lyrics are ridiculous. You never listened to that before.""Since when do you think you can come home this late?""Since when do you burp?
Maybe She Would Be Alive Today. If I Spoke Up And Said What I Needed To Say. If I Thought Differently and Choose A Different Path. Crazy Thing Is I Didn’t Think She Would Last.
Do you understand?
Do you understand what it's like?
Do you understand how it feels?
Do you understand what it's like and how it feels not to learn?
How it feels not to be successful?
Macroeconomics (to me) is the first stall in a public restroom. It's the better-than-you step-sister. It's the stench of the fish aisle at the super market. It's wanting to wear a skirt but not wanting to shave.
His green eyes look at me
I am so in love
How this boy own my heart
He makes me swoon when he says my name
I am his army
I am his voice
He is my pride
He is my love
I stand in plane sight, visible to all, yet never seen.
Stationary, unmoving, unchanging, I watch the world morph
It turns into something unrecognizable
I'm a stranger in my own home.
I belong, nowhere.
If an apple a day keeps the doctor away, how many apples does it take to cure my mothers cancer?
How many apples does it take to cure my aunt's?
How many for my godmother?
We live with them.We have them for other people.Other people have them for us.It's expected to have expectations.
Parents expect us towork harder,word longer,and work better.
Our first evening in London he
Keeps his arm around my waist and I
Laugh at everything
He kisses me in the door of the flat
And doesn’t kiss me again until we wake up
What you don't know
My learning is outside the classroom
My learning is what not to say
How not to act
What not to do
I will draw x's on your spine and smear them off with the salt of my tears. I will listen to
the pulses of your heart thrusting against your heaving chest and tally them on the creases
When you are scared, feeling small
When darkness falls, sinking you deeper into the ocean
You feel weary and frightened
You feel the waves take you down
You look for a coastguard
Something for protection
Dream of me in the depths of your despair,
and a beacon of what once was will appear.
Dream of me at your happiest moments,
and wish that I could be happy too.
Dream of me when you are angry,
While you open your mouth I pick up a pen Because words only confine what I'm trying to help you understand I'm talking about free verse freedom The rhythm without rhyme that's made when you let words flow and just play The kind of freedom tha
How much easier it would be if I were not lonesome,so rooted in my happy lonesome,cornered with no feelings that someone's happiness might be dependenton me.Alone in my encounters.
Trust me I know, I know what you think I don't know
I wish you would of told me what you thought I didn't know
I wish you would of told me months ago but you didn't..
Condolences
By: Renisha Williams
Sitting outside of this funeral home
I’m cold and nervous.
I wipe the sweat from the palm of my hand and compose my thoughts.
When you look me in the eyes, the rest of the world disappears.
When you look in my the eyes, I am almost brought to tears.
The way you look at me; like I hung the stars in the sky,
Rest your lips on my pillow
Embrace me a little tighter,
Dawn is approaching but there's still time to pull me closer.
Place your hand in mine,
Like a sweet caress your lips meet mine.
The wind whispers gently as it calms my mindCaresses my cheeks while passing timeOh, how I long to lay outdoorsOr laugh around a fire while making s’moresBeing a part of nature makes me feel pure
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
I saw a man sitting on a ledge. His head was low and over the edge. He held a sign with seven bold words. Not the kind often said. All was read and left a constant ringing in my head.
Ruby red trips called her lips
contort in pain and sadness
she sees the light leaving his eyes, the fight no longer in his favor
As memories of their past clouds her mind
clarity is miles away on vacation
Walking around like an arrogant queen
You talk like an old and boring machine
A student once asked a plain question
You scoffed and dismayed it without discretion
"Look it up" is what you have always said
I am the girl who tears scraps of poems and tapes them to her bedroom walls
So she can read them before she sleeps
One night she dreams about a flying man
Tearing open the world’s rusted skin
Remember...
The time I mistook indigestion for a baby,
and the eyelashes on my cheeks
for the end of the world.
When I thought as I traded knitted caps for rain hats,
Lost.
Hopeless.
Tear filled eyes
Gaze
Upon the scene.
The horror.
What mad game has the artist played?
Conjuring up dark roots,
Faded memories,
Blood runs fast
You need to move fast before you’re nothing more than the past
The future runs through your veins
Dictations, like a school teacher, the crimson run determines the existence of future gains
What they say it might be true.My feelings for you are just old news.I look at you with a face of disgust.I'm running from my the feelings of lust. I can't help but cry.From all of the pain I hide inside.My heart will forever beat for you.I keep t
Everyday, it is all the same,
The places I go and the things I do.
Everyday, it is all a game,
To see if I can feel a deeper shade of blue
There is a rut before me,
And there is a rut behind,
I've heard the silence of a chilly September night,
The silence of the wind,
The silence of the cars whizzing by...
I've seen the emotionless look in your eyes that night,
And the silence of your words,
I see you there floating in a sea of enlightment, you choose to smile while I choose to frown.
Your beauty and your grace are unmatched, the way in which you speak is beautiful
Why dwell on the fallen sand
When saved grains should be cherished?
I meddle into those blurred memories
To bring them light; they are irritated eyes
Brittle and worn from tainting treachery.
She died today.
Stuck between the pages in a notebook.
She was left forgotten,
An idea lost in the winds.
She will try to be remembered,
Tugging at the corners of the mind.
As we lie awake tonight
Take some time to wonder why
Everything we know is gone
Everything we knew was wrong
And as it goes across your eyes
The light begins to die
And as we lie awake tonight
I miss her,
Where has she gone you say?
I don't know,
I'm just a hollow shell of her now,
the smiles fake;
the laughter off;
where has she gone?
To the land of heartbreak.
Same smell of green
Cool breath in the air
Frost on the benches
Same swarthy blues
It will be here
When we were walking by the cemetery
You asked if I would still be there for you
It’s all up to me.
It has always been up to me, to become anything,
But I want to flee like a banshee to the Dead Sea
To step away from my life and not have answer the question:
“What do you want to be?”
Do you think this is the end or just the beginning
For life itself, to the very end
Shadows creep up behind you
And say this is the end
If this is the end then what's the beginning
Red....like blood
Soft....like silk
Thorns....like needles
Beautiful yet painful
Deadly beauty
Blood on snow
Wild and free
Untaimed beauty
All high school
Ever gave me
Were chewed down finger nails,
Lifeless eyes,
And anxiety.
And yet,
We were once children,
Who walked through those big doors,
Down these big halls,
This is MINE.
This is all I have left of before.
I could never be four
I had learned much too much of myself and my body
That with this I possess too much power than my head was prepared for
Will it kill me? I wonder,
gazing up at my mountain,
whose jagged, torn dreams
spill down a gray fountain.
Bold stands this mountain,
gorged from the view
while I, toward the sky,
Angry, sad, confused, helpless scared
These are the emotions of a women
A women who has been hurt
A women that has been abused
A women who has been lied to
These are the challenges of a women
She walks in with a sparkle in her eyes
Even if she doesnt smile you can see it
That sparkle hides how she really feels
She herself sparkles
Except no one see's her sparkle
No one see's her
This is my story... From the beginning, I was being lead onYou had a thing for me; you were out to get meI mean as a child I wouldn't think to have to react to a feeling this strongI laugh today thinking that I never remember a day where you smile
A line, a queue, is distance ‘tween two points.
While the future end of ours did not change,
It grew back where we stepped in, human joints.
Two hundred souls we saw within our range.
Life,
Like the desert,
Is bleak and harsh,
Showing no mercy for those
Who walk through it.
And yet if a man
Can find it in himself,
To look more closely at the desert
Wooden, metal, they’re every kind,
People search from store to store just
to find
The right one because to me you’re all
I need
To win any competition with angelic
ease.
Thy heart is gone but not lost without care.
Cherished it is, by a divine beauty.
Never throughout miles is one so fair.
And whose heart I’ve stolen is kept with me.
So long for now,
till we meet again.
together forever,
you are my bestfriend.
my heart is breaking,
tears are now falling.
You had to leave,
because heavan was calling.
Lost and Broken.
Words unspoken.
Watch him crumble.
Watch her fall.
All because, you said it all.
People are different, people are the same.
Each of us has a different brain.
If you only knewShe devotes her life to youSupports everything you doApproves of every moveHer life was once a mess andShe fell victim to depressionBut that voice caught her attentionAnd you brought out her best, manEven when she hit her all-time
Embraced in warm water,supported by thighs,I don’t rememberwhat you said.Truly smiling,truly thinking that I wouldeasilyspend forever with you.Questioned,as though you were amused
Sometimes I wish I werea marigold,so faithful to the sunto rise alongside you,my center.& dusk--close my petalsaround the promiseof your return& never have to sleepalone again.
That moon sings of sleepy solitude Casts an eclipse on the heart of the rude The heart left unshadowed is the heart misconstrued Though it is faithful, for only just one It wanders the depths of humanity for "fun" It knows its place, but
My feelings for you,
they are nothing but true.
Amazing, Handsome, & Caring,
dont even begin to decribe you.
My heart you have.
Forever & Always
You never make me feel blue.
I am numb
My arm is a mess
There is so much pain
The cuts are stained with blood
Each cut represents something
It's a hidden meaning
That people don't understand
They just see me
Broken
Is Death a friend or foe?
For now I shall not know.
I feel that we are destined to meet.
As I lie within these plain white sheets.
You could see the brokenness of her heart in her lovely green eyes.
Hear her cry of help through her soft sweet smile.
You could feel the emptiness,
the cold lingering sadness of her soul,
We sit, we stand,we dream
to have an openness to what things could be
living in the abstraction of which we seek
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’ve had a target on my back since I was five.I got to the point where I didn’t want to be alive.Like other children, I just wanted to be an actress.That turned into hiding razors under my mattress.
Tick, tockTick, tockTick, tick, tick
The sound of the hands of time as it moves slowly by,
but if time moves slowly by,
why is there not enough time?
We are told to stop and smell the roses,
TV dinners stacked in the fridge;
pizza, chinese, delivery service numbers
on a crumpled, much-loved piece of yellowing paper
No drawings with stars and flowers
The pen is mightier than the sword,
They say;
But put it up against a gun
And it wouldn’t last a day.
His muscular shoulders were hunched over, head bowed, and hands tightly clasped together.
You are a sturdy candle. Melted wax in a glass jar. I am a smaller, more dangerous tea light, not prone to shatter, but capable of faster fire. Some days your light does not shine on me; the wick refuses to twist and melt hot wax in my direction.
Changes. Some good, some bad. From green leaves to brightly airbrushed orange, a crooked smile to a smile worth smiling for, from being a child to becoming an adult. These are good changes. But with everything good comes a bad.
With soggy eyes and lonely fears,
Seasoned hands and anxious ears,
It was a bittersweet night,
Lets run far away Where no one can find usFind a little place to stay
Build a life on love and trust.
God's watching me. I heard his voice for the first time, today. He took the form of this homeless man at a corner stop light in Columbia . He held a sign Said "No money, just prayer" I knew I had seen him before. He had been there before. Wear
Hush little baby don't you cry
Daddy's right here right by your side
S T O P
We all know that's a lie
Said you'd always be there since day one
But it was as if you were absent in the long run
Sail with me through the universe and we'll ride the velvet skies.
We'll jump the rings of jupiter.
Just take my hand darling and we'll fly away.
God? God?! Can you hear me? I scream your name every day. I patiently wait for an answer, but I never receive one. I want to her you speak to me.
A string branches from the windows to your soul; connecting
Us as we stare with the violent intentions of conquering
The world together.
The string tightens and we unconsciously lean
Two minutes and fifty five seconds
for microwave popcorn.
Eleven and a half minutes
for a phone call with your mother.
Ninety minutes
for a complete sleep rotation.
Eight hours
Courage is something that comes from the heart.
It brings us hope and dreams, but others want to take it away.
They want us to feel regret and sorrow, but we must stay strong.
Courage is something that drives us to dream.
The dams have been broken
and the water wears me down.
Swirling and spiraling,
lost in the sound,
I grab and grasp
for a fortunate foothold.
For the one I found,
I am forever grateful.
What if you,
nobody new,
were found to be
unwanted.
Not just by those
who seem to
rule society.
But by those who
were intended to
love you?
What would you,
Here on my back, fog softening its edges and without
clouds the sky is the color of cold light shining from grey silk lingerie it is
smooth and flat and could fall upon my head at any instant.
Life is letting your
Self be slowly extracted through
Migraines and birthdays and
Obligations and homemade quilts and
Hoping and cheese pizza and
I believe in the power of grace,
The strength that lies within us,
The act of forgiveness which can repair hearts and end wars,
The power of love that dwells within a family,
The stars up in the sky are beaming down,
bringing light to the earth
All of them combined couldn't amount to your worth,
you see the angels shinedown and kiss you,
crying rain because they miss you
Everyday I am told that I am lovedBut, do we only say that because that's what we've learned, it's our nature, right?I am told that I am loved but, it doesnt always feel that way
With each waking breathe,
my soul quivers for fear.
I cant stop these feelings inside me.
He tells me to breathe
only breathe,
its all we ever have left
but why?
She doesn’t want to remember
All that’s happened
During those awful months
Her brain tries to repress
But it’s hard
Their awful words
Her atrocious pedagogy
Stays with her
I lived to walk among the scenes
Of people walking by.
I lived to hear the mother's scream
And hear the baby's cry.
I lived to lend my helping hand
Until one day I saw
The thing I could not understand
This story begins with a girl.
The one next door, the one we all know,
The one who we are, A Marilyn Monroe.
She turned the pages of the magazine
Loaded
with images of thin models and airbrushed faces
I am stuck in a cupboard, dusty and small. With no one who loves me down the hall. Never knowing anything about where I am from. Until that day when a giant had come. I made new friends and went to school. And found out strangly, that I was coo
Fight Another Hour
By Jesse Yelvington
Screw you for saying who and what I’m ‘supposed’ to be,
Though I hope you know that nothing you could say will ever change me;
1 a.m. isn't for those "just married" couples sleeping together for the first time,
1 a.m. isn't for those who party everyday of the week nor for those who
stay up late playing video games.
Ain’t you ever thought about the places we could go?
I thought about it. Think about it.
It’s almost always on my mind.
Slow down you say
woah woah rewind
If you haven't noticed,
I need a scholarship,
And it just so happens,
you tend to give them out,
I'm just here typin,
like every other kid,
what makes me special,
is I'm takin time,
To dream
is to know
to believe
to hope.
To dream
is to imagine
to wonder
of lands beyond
your own.
To dream
is to love
with unfailing bound.
They'll look you in the eyes, "I'm different, please believe me",then they'll break you down,like mississippi in a spelling bee. You give someone your all,& tell them demonstrate what you can do.
Wish it were I was a child of 10,
for when they fall, they get up again.
They're resilient, brave, naive when first kissed,
truly the portrait of "ignorance is bliss."
But years travel on, experiences pass by,
Who am I?
I'm that girl sitting right in front of you.
Look me in the eye.
Do you know who I am?
I don't think you have a clue.
I want you to remember something.
YOU were in my shoes once.
Is it loving your best friend, or loving someone who becomes your best friend?
Is it being with someone who makes you comfortable or with someone who entices you to challenge life and take risks?
Strong, independent, my wise words of thoughts
The source of all my pride and joy
The source of my pain
The wrinkles that settle beneath the eyelids of a woman hard at work
This, is not ordinary.
Nor, is that.
And we are seemingly careless,
as to why.
What.
Because, there is nothing ordinary,
about this and that.
Nor is there anything ordinary,
about me,
The sky turns dark
A deep black
falls upon us.
The angels cry
as the Earth pushes
further away from the Golden Gates.
Twenty centuries of deep sleep.
The great hands try to shake
Force fed faith,
She refused to swallow.
Knowing not to bite
The hand that feeds her,
But she still snaps.
Her only way out.
I sing so you don't know im crying.
I luagh so you can't tell im hurting.
Close my eyes so you don't know im watching.
Walk to keep from running.
Hide in plain site so you can't see me.
Tick-by-tock I watch the clock,
staring as the time slowly grows thick.
Tick-tock says the clock,
waiting so I can give this school a kick.
Tick....Tock.... goes the clock,
slower and slower as I grow sick.
Who or What have made these creations?
Isn't the word of God final to all?
Doubt and persecution have lead to the fall of nations.
Is our mind really that small?
You say that you love me but do you really mean it ?
You can say it a billion times , you can yell it and scream it
No matter how loud you may say those words
Love isnt forever , but it forever hurts
Butterflies
In the night
Drift away
without a fight
Lose myself
Lost in you
Wondering why,
But such a pretty view
No more sadness
No more pain
Watch that blood,
We look up and see nothing but sky
Blue, Bright, Clear
The galaxy beyond is a dream within a dream
A world eclipsed in light
As we climb towards the edge of the overwhelming darkness
Burning slowly
Like I'm set on fire
This can't be good
It doesn't always feel this way
The slice of rose thorns severing
My veins
Tearing me apart from outside to inside
A brewing poison
Long fingernails
Salive in my hair
Hand on my waist
Roaming my chest
In my pants
"You have a sexy body."
He whispers.
I slip into disgust,
feel an urgency to stop.
But I didn't.
My dad was full of spirit,
My dad was full of dreams,
My dad was full of love,
My dad was full of smoke.
My dad was full of alcohol.
My dad was full of strength.
My dad was full of so many things
And the memories are like frozen icicles dropping on my limbs
Making me bleed despair
And I can't seem to put myself back together
The mask is shattered
I want to leave peacefully
I left my brain and heart,
And you start to see it in everyone:
The town whore
The girl who peed her pants in 3rd grade
The hot 20 year old life guard,
his little brother with greasy hair and a pizza face.
A raped female cat
I took my talents
where the rest couldn't go
supercilious from all this gold
The way i love this life
Wary of whether or not I should
Care or just walk off
I've tried so hard to vindicate
and orchestrate this love
I am from glossy pages still unread,
from Miracle and hydrofluorcarbon.
I am from the ochre and unkempt backyard.
I am from the Peace Lilly,
the forest of Pines,
whose branches reach high above.
Teachers are Such ass who always get on my nervous.
I try to stay calm before i give them what they deserve.
They try to be your friend which is a wrong chioce.
Then they get mad at you and try to raise their voice.
A beautiful face
A tormented past
An undeniable mystery to the audience of my life.
I show,
You see
“What is the meaning of life?”
Some say life is a punishment we are paying for our sins.
But how can we finish paying for something that’s without an end.
All else seems bright and sharp
Clear in my sight
Lost in my thought
How could it be?
No matter how close I get,
The less I can see
My focus is off
No longer on point
Good for nothing
shut them out, as I suffer to breathe
Where are the words?
Can we talk instead of scream?
My opinion remains unheard
The violent escapade
on the frigid ground, I laid
he charged at me,
My skin crawls with expectancy. What will I decide? Insecure. Delirious. Amazed.What will I become? What will we become?Never expected to come so far... now what?Stupid, rediculous epiphany.
My skin crawls with expectancy. What will I decide? Insecure. Delirious. Amazed.What will I become? What will we become?Never expected to come so far... now what?Stupid, rediculous epiphany.
Life is so short, and we all know that.
But when we realize it, it’s too late to turn back.
We spend all our lives thinking we’ll never grow old,
I am just ordinary, she
is so extraordinary
more than she can ever,
ever imagine.
When we met, we were lost
like bees trying to find its honey
we were lost.
One may look and say,
You look like a angel,
But like mirrors that hit a ray,
Your life is one big tangle.
The mask you wear,
Make people say AYE,
But what’s not shown there,
The clock of time ticks,
Tick, tock, tick.
The day I was born, the clock ticked.
The clock ticked for me,
Tick, tock, tick.
The day I was born, the clock stopped.
The clock stopped for you.
I’m slipping
You see, some days I wake
Not fully realizing the opportunity I have to cease the day
And instead of treasuring such beauty
I become distracted by the essence of myself
Why would you go and kill yourself off? You're beautiful, you shouldn't get hurt,
Let alone punish yourself for the wrong doing of others. What they do should not control
Was a Friday
When he was born
It was the age he found he was gay
And sometimes his sister would mourn
In tumbling handfuls that she would never say
To his face about the day he turned thirteen.
Flows from my mental coming straight outta my dental
On to a page from the pen or a pencil
Your father taught you how to live
Without a hope, and how to give
A kid he didn't care about
A life of shame and fear and doubt;
He taught you how to miss a guy
You never knew, and wonder why
To be one cast out from society;
Walking the road as a waking echo,
trying to live hidden in the shadows.
The flame is diminished, and we are silent.
Every breath, Every tear, Every move, Every blink,
Every stare, Every joke, Every laugh, Every push,
Everything pushes, Everything pulls, sliding and slipping, forgetting the rules,
fffffffffffffIn the dark of the nightBy the light of the moonI sat without frightKnowing he would come soon
I looked up at the sky
This is what I see
Everyone is staring at me
I gave it a shrug
Just like a bug
Running in such a large place
With so much space
My leg only being one
I was only 7
High School, a dreaded place for learningStarting so very early in the morningA place whre relationships are madeAnd a place where they sometimes fade
The shit I wish I could tell my teacher would probably get me supended. But once the shit I wish I could have said probably would have saved my arm. Bullying was killing me inside. Going through all differnt changes with my body and feelings.
While the world turns we've disheartened our
life styles
for nights that's wild
temporarily holding moments
just for a little while
souls being sold
for money in piles
I am from the space between my mothers loving arms
From adventures that never ended in the backyard
I am from the bottom of arms length deep dress up box
Daily I read a book.
The book of books, life, and Revelation of God to man.
I read and confess to:
Petrify Satan.
Astound the rebellious.
Consilate the critics.
Endorse the covenant.
Sitting, staring at the wallsWhy am I the one who always falls?In the mirror across the room I seeMy bloodshot eyes staring back at meMy eyes skim over my too pale cheeksAnd see the tears plus all their streaks
Eyes the color of gold
Draw me into your soul
I am floating towards the sun of our love.
Feeling its stunning warmth throughout my being,
I am forever hypnotized.
We smile from ear to ear
Imprisoned Life
Within a cage the heart does cry,
No hope to stand against a lie
And beats in pain to be set free
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
Silently I dance
To the beat of my own drum
I care not about the looks I get,
Nor for the people that they're from.
Who are they to judge me?
Those too afraid to be unique
Every time she sits there
She cies out to whoever will be there
Who's there to help her?
Who's there to care?
She doesn't know
Everytime she looks at a blade
All her worries seem to fade
He became distant
Speaking for five minutes
Leaving me with “I love you’s” and unanswered questions
Goofiness gone, conversations short.
He looked at his phone, hit ignore, and left with his friends.
I’ve heard thatYou can’t make houses out of human beings,So I will build a home.
Love is a word and a feeling that is difficult to expressLove can define a person's heartPain and longsuffering comes along with love and does not bring rest;
The world is as ugly as it is beautiful,
as evil as it is good,
as cruel as it is kind,
as cold as it is warm,
as dark as it is bright—
but you will always have a choice on which side to take.
Waking up to the thoughts of kissing razorsbut you'll never know more than to demand orteach what you think is right, how to solve an equationwhen all i really need is to solve my dementia
How could anyone love a person that has hurt them so much?
How could I love you after you hurt me so much?
Please don't hurt me anymore.
Every day I try to not think about you.
With grace and power she stands there
Light soothing hands with a maternal touch
Gentle eyes that cut through glass and fair hair that falls upon her shoulders
Dependable, she is everyone's crutch
the air, the sound, the breeze, the smell
for years it’s the same as far as I could tell
the people, the stores, the music, the city
leaving these things behind is truly a pity
They all say it's not an option
But they never give us a better one.
We are forced inside ourselves, the shells of who we want to be.
Not a single slice goes undetected by them
mocking me, judging me
laugh laugh laugh
hurting me, killing me
stab stab stab
if words dont hurt you?
why am i bleeding so bad?
trying to recover
but im halfway dead.
10 digits to never call again
To never text
To never press send
10 less headaches
10 less tears shed
10 digits not to think about lying in bed
10 less arguments
Yeah, 10 less laughes
As I sit here staring at that picture so soft in my hands
I can’t help but think when it will end
The memories all rush back into me like smoke clouding my lungs
A terrible contradiction,
is what I find myself to be.
I'm a "people person"
I'm solitary.
I'm socially awkward.
I'm social.
I'm ambitious.
I'm lazy.
I'm a dreamer.
Growing up, I was toldthat all of me was wrong.A waist too big, breasts too small.Much too tall and far too wide.My parents encourageda hatred of my body.Told what not to eat.
If I die today
would you remember me tomorrow?
If I dropped dead
would you give a damn?
If I stopped breathing
Her aubrun hair whips under the graceful touch of the Autumn breeze. The brisk chill nips her face and reddens her soft cheeks. Rambunctious energy spills melodically from her angelic laughter; all is well in her fabricated world.
Swish and Swish. Like the ocean blue.
Rustle and Hiss. Like the morning dew.
Snap and crack. Like the morning sun.
Vroom and Grrr. Like the number one.
Red. Hot.
Blue. Ice.
Your lifeYour choiceYour bodyYour voice
You can say noYou can yes
In the end, you live with the mess
It's your lifeYour choiceYour bodyYour voice
Teachers
Only Care About their Paychecks
The Apples on Their Desks
Teachers
Need to Look in Students' Eyes
Need to Realize
Behind the Book
Behind the Calculator
If They Would Look
When a blade rests on your wrist They say there's more you can do When a knot is tied around your neck They say the lies were never true When you're ready to take a leap They say you're stronger than this And when you're long gone They say li
Expected to be prepared in every class, "it is key to pass," say all the teachers to the mass, I have one question to ask, how can you expect us to be prepared with every task, when you forget to write it upon the board where it will bask, under t
I’m broken down
from being in this town.
It’s been too long
for it to feel wrong.
I’m just trying to say
I wish it would all just go away.
Like when you said goodbye.
I’d hear my heart break
I smile brightly for the world to see
So they can know how great I have lived
Knowing I do not grieve about what I did
With no pain, no hate willing to give
Hoping someday I live for something great
Arm uswith the warpaint of ourgenerational struggle
Remind usthat we are strong(stronger than our parentsstronger than we ever should have been)
Those moments smiling never alone
Laying on the soft green grass below
In your arms where it once was called home
Watching the clear baby blue space up above
Sun shining down on our skin keeping us warm
From the moment we were born
Until the day that we die
We all enter and leave the world the same
It starts and ends with a cry
Throughout life we live and we love
Whimpering, weaping, and wilted; resembling a flower in the fall, once she starts this she cannot stand tall.Thoughts fluster her mind which makes it harder to give up the crying.
Our world is not made for people to knowOur world is made for our endevours into the unknown
Everyone is worried about materialistic lifeBut every one ends up getting stabbed in the back with a dull knife
The day my world turned aroundMy heart started to make a different soundNot of it beating in rythmBut more of a sound of a perfect hymn
Student advice is not often heard, even though we repeat every word. We appreciate your help, and all of your time. But sometimes you're as bitter as a lime. We try to ask questions, we raise our hands. You look at us like a herd of lambs.
Do you ever stop to listen? Hear the agony in these walls?
The fact that most of us are trapped in hell, as we shuffle through the halls?
Do you ever stop to think, that maybe you might be wrong?
Can you not treat me like I'm 10. I'm a senior in high school
Can you not try to make funny jokes and expect us to laugh. You're not a comedian.
Can you not complain about your outside life. I really don't care.
Say something
Before I shake the words out of you
Scream at me until you can't feel the pain
Thrashing in agony in bitter silence
If you don't project, they won't remember your name
Fairytales,
such corruption-
the story told by devil.
Starting from “Once upon a time...”
two beautiful people
destined to be together...
What do I do in a world where your scent was the best high around?
Intoxicating and uplifting.
Now I'm gone. No pupose. No sunrises.
"Hidden Identity"
by Valierose Bulosan
I am from the East and now I'm at the West
Searching for the best, not wanting to be like the rest
Traveling around the world is extravagant and fun,
meeting new people and recognizing cultures.
You go to Mexico and eat a caramel bun,
Cross the sahara desert in Egypt and see vultures.
My man.
My Jack Sparrow searching for his Treasure.
My Wolverine.
My X-man.
My ex...man.
She is a girl. Broken. Scarred.
She comes to you with a heartbeat as erratic as a suicide bomber.
She is that beautiful tornado racing to engulf you.
She is a girl. Beaten. Weathered.
As the sunset hits the hills
It almost seems the world stands still
That’s what happens to me
When I see your great beauty
I have to thank God you see
For the beauty he put in front of me
I cannot walk down the street
Or I can
I just choose not to,
Because why would you
Walk in a place where your skin is your identity
And your rights are engraved in your pigment
There aren't enough words
To fully capture
The beauty of the light
Shining off your hair
As you lie beside me
In the morning.
My vocabulary doesn't stretch
Into far enough horizons
“I’m not shy, I’m just quiet.”
My friend says without lie
But I can’t help thinking to myself
“I’m not quiet, I’m just shy”
It isn’t that I don’t want to talk
Or that I don’t like anyone
It's all up to me.
It's all up to the students.
It's all up to the youth.
It's all up to the unemployed city workers.
It's all up to the underpaid teachers.
The stylus I grip in my palm is a stylist. I can create tears of joy, as I can create tears of pain. A grin, or a sharp smirk on another person's face.
I want you to see me,
I want someone to know my story,
But there’s no one,
Just empty words and empty stares,
With empty love and empty cares,
I sit alone and am alone,
Just one person to listen to me,
Oh, LordWhat have I done?I've ruined everythingJust because I can't say "no"Or control my paranoia or my frustration
Wrap your fingers around the bottle,
another sip,another swallow.
Try to keep your shaking hands still,
as you try to down the pills.
Welcome to the land of numb,
nothing hurts,nothing's fun.
"I have to go now, but don't look
so glum dear, it will take a lot
to keep me away for too long
again." But I cannot let go.
his eyes are coals without ember,
Society has this picture, a picture thats perfect. Some are blessed with it, even though they dont deserve it. Sometimes I wonder how did I miss the drawing, its probably because im too busy in the background ooo-ing & aww-ing.
Eternity is set in my eyes. Throwing chaos and knowledge at the world. I fly above you now with the ancient wind beneath my wings. I whisper into your immature dreams and say: "Robbed of my innocence. No more time to play.
I wish I could give you my globe
And remind you that it won’t always be this way
I would tell you that one day, you will escape to somewhere far away from here
Never Gave Up
10 years, 4 kids, never married.
He would always do something and she would always figure out. Fighting to hold up the relationship to better the life of their four kids.
Accusations follow her in greeting
bearing witness to a tainted art
Sanctimonious companionship
Unbalanced and unstable,
she falls without arms.
Ink is bleeding deep
Blossoming stains
Behind the grasses, I hear the running footsteps of my prey
As I watch, I analyze its movements, gestures, and expression
I stare with hunger, and drool with anticipation of its death
I walk slowly to my old closet. Dust bunnies colliding slowly with the intricate designs around the thing that held one of the deepest door to the soul.What does my Reflection hold?Who is on the other side?
We caused the tear,
since we didn't let ourselves care.
I let it happen since I was in pain,
but we both now feel slain.
You didn't try and that ruined me,
it almost drowned me out at sea.
Because of you I'm afraid.
Of THEM,
Your kind.
You left me.
ABANDONED me.
Without a care in the world.
They always felt bad for him.
How you weren't there for HIM
Strong enough to stand alone in a blitz
Bombarded...
Deception after deception after deception
It will never stop
It will never seize
It's life's cold hearted tactic made to rid of the weak.
Dead! My love is dead!
Taken from me prematurely
By silver wrought through his heart, Murdered
By a man no more virtuous than himself
Immortal heart impaled
My sisters slayed, bodies flayed
Teachers are blind.
There is so much they don't see.
So much they don't understand.
About us,
The students.
"Getting to know you" activities aren't fun,
They're uncomfortable.
What happens after graduating?After all the tests and days in classIs it true what they say?That when you graduateThere's a light at the end of a dark tunnelcalled a career
This is your life
It's all up to you
No one can tell you
Who you can be
This is your life
It's all up to you
You're the only one
Who can make
Your life long decisions
Do not expect things,
because you will get disappointed.
If you do expect things,
you are not going to get what you wanted.
So pick up a pencil,
grab a paper,
Think of your potential,
I used to be all giggles and laughs and gay
Until death and sickness took my family away
Then razors and demented things became my friends
I thought that's how my story would end
I was living in a haze
Children writhe in agony
Mothers, fathers weep hysterically
Misery abounds
Villages frothing with violence
The worst has just begun
Confusion
Weakness
Breath quickens
L
O
V
E
Are the letters
I crave into my wrist
Watching each letter drip in blood and burn into my heart
Each letter represents something
L=Laughs, how we used to laugh and giggle
A child’s eyes full of innocence and hope
dreams of growing up and finding his fame
A man’s eyes focus as he aims his scope
as he kills men in democracie's name
The pale moon floats in the sky
I wake up in the dead of night
These are the nights that I despise
Where there is no hope, no light
It is always Dark
-
Countless thoughts
Afraid I’m the only one
I'm here for you
Always, for anything
To share in the good times
In the bad, take away the pain
I know sometimes
You feel lost and alone
You feel like nobody cares
We welcomed the white men into our home
Little did we know that they would be our emperors of Rome
Burning down the earth that we've always known
Scavenging the place we once called home
It started as a spark
but due to lack of care and love,
bursts into flames.
Now all that remains are the
empty, unstable, ashy frames.
I was real once.
I was human.
I had friends.
I have known you forever,
You’re not even blood.
You’re not my real one
But I feel like
I’m yours.
I can talk to you about anything
And I know you won’t tell,
That is why I call you
George Washington was the first nomination John Adams stoped immigration Thomas Jefferson authored of the decloration James madison- waged war for 2 years James Monroe- made the nation scared John Quincy Adams- just didn't care Andrew Jackson- di
That storm was a woman.Once nearly silent; she sat away in the corner. Her beauty and sparkling eyes disguised her strinking tongue.
Expectations of Two
My mother lived
In a house of four
Beaten to perfection
And no flaws
Rising from the slums
Staying hungry to save money
She moved to the U.S.
To get a decent job
Is it truly possible
To feel old, torn, and worn out
At the age of 17?
Feeling as if life is an ocean
And you’re swimming, trying desperately.
Trying to keep your head above the water
You experienced what it was like once,
The bullying, The pep-rallys, The body heat from passing
students in a tiny hall.
You experienced what it was like once,
Twist and turn,
My body will yearn.
Your presence is always near
Don't tell me you are not here.
So open your mind and dive into the shallow waters of your heart
You'll create a sort of dark-art
I am fire
Blind rage attacking a blank page
I started as a small flame
Campers slowly added branches, paper, and pollution
I became too large to contain
I am fire
I can say that my whole life revolves around
I think, eat, talk and sleep you
Just a few seconds by your side, and what a big smile I have the rest of the day
Mournful weeping rips through leaves
And dewdrop tears rest so silently
And I sit here perched up high
Looking down at the time gone by
I wonder of the years I've wasted
Quick question . . . What is a dream ? By definition , a dream is . . . A mental picture . A desire. an ambition. A depiction of one's imagination . A visual. Visualizing what is to come .
I'm sorry I'm not perfectI can only be meI'm sorry I'm not perfectLike the girl you want me to be I'd give anything to make you happySOMETIMES if it makes me sadI'd never do anything to hurt youI don't try to make you mad Sometimes you get angryAn
17 and scarred4 years of a hellGroup of friends to hardly none
Drama spreading faster than wildfireKnives sharpened and reused on someone else's backBlame being pointed everywhere but the source
My Life is a River
Moving with ease.
Sometimes it is rough
And ready to release.
My life goes through rocks and currents
Traveling through the rough waters.
There are struggles in my life
I am active and adventurousI am bold and brave I am caring and confident A dynamic and dependable woman I amEnergetic and exceptionalI am feisty and funI am generous and grateful
Young lady, young man
With open minds ready to explore.
Ready to find fundamentally sound doctrine
Along with life and all its mysteries.
Pull up a chair quick and sit
Registration ends soon.
NOTHING will ever be good enough.
Teachers compliment me on things I've written,
telling me that the power of my words
In elementary school,
I was told:
To look both ways before crossing the street,
Do not run with scissors
Don't cheat in hide and seek.
Friends are forever,
And secrets are kept discreet.
I want to see you smile, and laugh at your little gap.
I want to talk with you, without it feeling like a trap.
You're clever and compelling, and with you there's certainly no telling.
What do you want to see changed in your classroom or school?
Teachers
that are worthless
that don't care
that don't help and make no difference in students.
Students
that dress slutty
Don't go changingThat's what I thought you saidChange yourselfThat's what you said instead
We are like one crayon,
in a box full of crayons.
There are bright ones and dark ones,
sharp ones and dull ones.
Sometimes we get lost and unused.
We feel dark and dull and without hope.
One Day I lost you, disappeared in thin Air, I went searching for you but could not find you anywhereOh the grief you have caused I nearly pulled out my Hair, I looked up, down all around but nowhere
Our faith is our sail
Intuition the wind
The life we've built for ourselves is the hull beneath our feet
The world may get rough at times
The seas shaky and the winds turbulent
Momma always used to say, “God laughs at the plans you make.”
But that was just a chance I had to be willing to take.
Empathetic, kind-hearted, containing the true values of life
Forethought to Audience: Each stanza contains at least one symbol of an unfortunate circumstance that has occurred in my life. If a person has changed, their past doesn’t portray who they are. Rather it shows others how strong they are.
Forethought to the Audience: I am so tired of students being so ignorant in class and not taking their learning seriously. I'm tired of teachers having no backbone, and allowing the students to dominate the class.
Why do you teach History in English? You've got it all wrong. Why teach about English in History? Why don't you just switch jobs! I'm tired of getting confused. I'm tired of worrying about my grades. You said you'd grade my work a week ago.
You were that night light in my world of darkness,
That bright light at the end of the tunnel which in turn seemed to be the furthest.
You changed my name from poet to artist,
I can't believe I was so blind,
To see the mistakes I made,
To see all the chances I could have taken,
To see all the things that went wrong,
To see all the things I could have prevented.
The darkness doesn't always mean evil,
Just like the light does not always mean good.
Thinking for yourself isn't always a bad thing.
Right and wrong is an opinion.
Decisions blind.
Outcome unpredictable.
School is long I had it with it
School is boring I just want to hit my desk and start snoring
School has to many techers nagging at everything you do
School School School what exactly are you
Love Hope Hate LustThe things that make us humanFear Anger Despair InsanityThe things we have in commonLife Death Heaven HellThe things that make us believeBlood Sweat Tears Failure
You can say that you're my friend.
But i know in my head, that you're not.
You can say that you're here,
But you'll just ditch me for beer
The next Saturday we have off.
You can say that you wont'.
Somehow it all must change,
We can't just look through windowpanes.
The sky is perfectly in reach
Since they invented aeroplanes.
Fly away-
He wakes up in the morning,
the sun is painting the horizon with its rays.
He sits at the table, yawning,
because it's getting harder to sleep these days.
Breakfast is huevos rancheros,
As the tide starts coming in
And everything you do is a sin
The sun beats down on your skin.
The waves crash against the shore
And you do wrong once more
You’re so vain it makes you sore
Crystals fall on an ocean of flakesLayer upon layer of snowy banks it makesBeautiful white flakes shower from aboveFilling every heart with joy and loveIt's winter snow coming out of hibernation
When someone commits suicide,
All the secrets they tried to hide,
All the guilt they tried to subside,
All the hurt they tried to bind,
All the people that were so blind,
The voice of the clock ticks
As I sit & think
My time begins to shrink
Sitting in a room full of desperstion & need
Trying to put all the beeds onto one string
The farmer awoke to an early morning glow
As his colorful friend fluttered about squawking hello.
Adjusting to the sunlight, he grinned, removing his white bed sheet-
Miss Shadows portrail
is what I consider betrail
because she looks nothing like me.
Miss Shadow sits
as my mind throws fits
so calm,
I can't imagine why.
I'm just the girl in the back of the room.
You look right through me, even thought I'm right in front of you.
I'm just the girl in the back of the room.
I have no friends, no family.
As a child everyone learned to walk. We fell down a many times, we got scratched and bruised, but you got back up to try again and again. Each time learning something new.
A world so great, a world so big,
Forgets the people so small and weak.
Open your eyes,
Look around.
Open your ears,
Hear their cries.
Open your heart,
Stop the injustice,
You are my ocean.
Beautiful. Majestic. Soothing. Shimmery.
Dangerous.
Yet, this is only my first glance. This only what I see.
… I want to know you.
Sometimes
I think it'd be easier if you had died
Not because I want you dead,
Not because I hate you,
But because then maybe I'd have a reason.
I'd have a reason to avoid everyone you ever spoke to
You live, you die, you laugh, you cry
That is how life goes, but i wonder why
Some say it is like a roller coaster
It takes you to your highs and lows
Others say it is like a journey
Jus gimme that 5, I'll be bak with change yo
Jus wait in the ride, I aint tryna bang no
The LIQ of Crenshaw by the pizza hut
2 bottles & a swisha, break it down & reConstruct
As a little child I played in an open field of dreams
Not having a care in the worldBut as time went by a fence started to build a barrier around me
Mr. T, I do NOT pity the fools who mess with you; I pity you.
I see you stand on your soapbox, acting like you have a clue.
You preach. Profess what you don't know, Professor.
All I wanted was freedom, I mean we live in America. We are all about being brave and free. However I think we forgot the true meaning of freedom. We celebrate our freedom with family and fireworks but still lost in our chains.
Hello who ever cares
Enough to read this note
I may be dead
By the time this is read
But no one really cares
I wander through life
Marked by words and scars
His head is low,
his eyes full of tears.
He gets upset easily,
but I know it's not anything small.
There are people laughing,
people laughing at him.
I say something,
something blunt but true.
"I can sleep through gunfire,"
He said to me one nightDouble parked in parking lotHalf past closing time
I am luring you in with my sarcasm,
I am provoking you with my ignorance.
My horns peek from underneath my hair as I receive the satisfaction of watching the anger grow within you.
I guess Tomorrow was yours, too
Because you took it from My Hands,
How arrogant
so yesterday couldn’t fill you
and you could not be hungry, yes
Three words, three words that explain it all. From my life.
How is my life, full of vivid dreams and hopes. How is yours?
I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me happy,
And the way you show you care.
I looked into the crystal ball,
But it wasn't too clear.
She said "I can see your future
up to the next thirty years.
I see you've suffered greatly,
But you'll meet somebody new.
I got a call about you yesterday,
I guess someone saw you driving in your beat-up truck
The one with the ripped up seats and unused ketchup packets
What happened to college? It started a month ago
“Tell me daddy, do you miss mom?
Does she come to you in dreams?
She came to mine and held out her palm,
And she was surrounded with gleams.”
“Your mommy was this life’s joy;
No matter who you are or what you do
Life is a challenge and you have to keep pushing through
Keep your head high and smile all the time
love hurts so bad when you feel as if your all alone in this world and nobody cares nobody wants to know you, love hurts when everyone puts you down calls you names, love hurts when you sitting in your room alone only your thoughts to keep you com
Some days we are told how to feel and what to feel.
It is on those days that it is most important to listen to our hearts,
and not to think, but just to feel.
Some days we may feel alone or lost,
Pace.
not back and forth,
Forward.
i set a pace,
and amble steadily on.
there is a road stretched out before me,
long,
with no end
in sight
nor turns
Yes Sergeant, yes. I’ll do your bidding.
Take your orders and dress to your fitting.
Wield my weapon to protect my nation.
Yet, know in my heart there’s no relation.
What do you see in front of you—
A white wall, or maybe even off-white plaster?
Or should I paraphrase, and repeat myself
In a matter so that you would understand more clearly
Do you feel my pain?
The pain that hurts, those who thought they knew me from my head to my feet
Overloading my body with these meds that tour me up from my blood pressure to my kidnneys
Easy breezy beautiful,
but they don't teach you to beYOUtiful,
they flaunt girls wearing lipstick made of fishscales and oil,
they put you to the test
to find which mask fits you best,
Shoulders prickling with Excitement
A bubble in my chest
Focus naught on any else
My thirst is unrelenting
And then I take a shot
Coursing through my veins
Like a soothing elixir
You were here just yesterday,
But in a split second you were taken right before my eyes.
Nothing has been the same.
I am hurting do you hear my cry of despair?
Is it it possible its hiding behind the nothingness that isn't there?
Our world the place we call home the one we beckon to night till dawn,
Miles away in an unsafe place
Straight face
Living life at a base
Keeping up with military pace
Stuck at war
With the corps
I am the hunter, she is the bird.
I reach and reach but cannot hold.
Opporunity is her name.
She flaps her wings and flies away.
I hit my head, again and again.
On the cold hard ground in pure frustration.
Each and every time I think of you
My thoughts become a little more untrue
Until one day I'm sure you'll be
No more real than Jay Gatsby's Daisy.
Still, I was surprised to hear
The only thing
People ever seem to
Talk to me about
Is college.
Where do you want to go?
What do you want to major in?
Nine months of bonding so pure,
You heard my heartbeat and I heard yours.
12 hours of excitement and pain,
A love so strong you can't explain.
They laid upon my chest,
All covered in your white gooey mess.
In the world of your imagination
Everything is your creation
You can make a cat fly to the sun
You can come up with a silly pun
The grass can be grey and the sky can be red
Were told to share our opinions,
Were told to state our minds,
Were told to take a stand,
And share thats all inside.
Teachers say thats right,
They tell us what to do,
We follow, we listen ,We agree,
They say time heals all wounds
But what if that isn’t true
Wounds eventually turn into scars
And time can’t heal a mark that lasts forever
Because whenever you look down, there it is
The best poem ever written, had its audience so smitten. It captivated thinkers. Sobered up those lousy drinkers. It rose up to the occasion, moved people with persuasion. It fought those moral battles, no more difficult equations.
I once met love at the front door!
And, when I glaced it's direction
Love, beautifully, smiled back at me.
That was love. My first sight!
I became instantly drawn to love.
My heart.My easily wounded and sensitive heart.With a string attached, floating like a balloon in the gentle breeze.My heart.Is done.Done being whipped and thrashed in the brutal vicious wind.The wind that forms tornado's.The wind that knocks over
it's dark in here, but its warm, and i feel your love everyday. you rub me.sing to me.and tell me that you love me.
Is this Love?
I feel so happy when i talk to you.
It's like I could talk to you for hours,
comfortable and challenged by you at the same time!
You make me feel courageous, you make me smile
Recycling Recycling that's what we all must do,
separate our trash, pick out boards and glass and find a way to reuse.
Don't keep wasting that paper, Don't keep printing those bills,
Black crows crying, a lot of people dying
I'm just lying on the ground with a frown, gaining pounds, not a sound
Lies, visions in people’s eyes, all these sinners try to hide with a disguise
Life is in fact what you make it,
check it it all starts from within your
imagination, its all up to you to incorporate faith
with your imagination to recieve and act on such a prophesied revelation,
My words are mine not yours
But I'll share
Lend you my words of courage
Hope
Love
But I wont let you take them
My words are mine but not mine alone there for you to
Just ask
Tears are streaming from my eyes,
These feelings cold and twisted,
My heart hides its muffled cries,
My eyes are cold and misted.
Hold me gently in your arms,
Take away my fears.
There is beauty in the night,Though it's not often seen.Such a peaceful sight,But stars seen through a screen.
She is like that sorrowful song on replay
A rebellious girl that will soon runaway
She is like the wind, just waiting to sway
She begs for the path of love to take its toll
In retrospect,
kissing her was not the smartest thing I could have done.
it was probably, (and I mean Probably in its severest form)
was the worst thing I could have done all summer,
We started out on cloud ninewe never imagined being apartwe were forever, we were together.We had it all planned out, right down to the day we said I Do. But then the hate startedthe stressreality had settled in and it was trying to tear us apart
Silence stretches
Between you and iIts painfully quietThe music turned on highTo drown outThe painful truth
today the secrets outyou are beautifulthat you would ever think otherwise is a crimeyou are beautifula flower no matter the colorno matter the shapeno matter the sizeit is beautiful
Silence stretches
Between you and iIts painfully quietThe music turned on highTo drown outThe painful truth
Once upon a timeRemember when that meantHappily ever afterYoung and childishYou read stories of Cinderella and Snow WhiteBut today I grew upToday Once upon a time Means a child’s story
Priceless, priceless
Cannot be bought
Long struggles, long hardships
Get where you are
Bring dreams to life
She watches as the blood swells and slides down her hand.She releases her emotions.She cries.The world is over.No emotions.Emotions cost too much.No happiness.Happiness bleeds to pain.
shes my best friendi hold her hand when she crieshold her hair when she vomitsrub her back when she needs mehug her when she breaks downand helps her smilei dont know how to deal with emotions
I dream of change across the world. I dream of change from door to door. From happiness to equality. A brand new start for you and me. To walk in and not be judged. To speak your mind and not be smudged.
Time is a lecture <br/> Droning on <br/> Never ending <br/> That we don't pay attention to <br/> And think is not important <br/> That eventually begins to fade <br/> Without warning <br/> That wakes us up
There’s nothing quite like sitting on a row of bathroom sinks with a new found friend. 12:33 a.m. is a pretty great time to try it out. It’s quiet, save for the humming from whatever machines that serenade the empty corridors.
Tweens
in between
love, life, happiness, adulthood
teens
hoping, searching, needing
an answer
My love my love
Look only at me
My love my love
You belong with me
When your gone, I can't stand the silence
I go insane.
My love my love
Stay with me
My love my love
New to this situation.
This college.
So many stares.
Especially in the cafe.
It's like they know that you're not a member of the scene yet.
Now I understand why we're called freshmen.
We live.
We die.
Thrive.
Survive.
There is no point; Why do I try? It's a melody we hear from everyone at least once in their lives
So why do we try?
In the end we all die?
So what's the point!
I need to learn.
I must write.
Comformity.
A pitiful creature i must become.
To see the world from your point of View.
Its not me.
It is you.
I dont matter, i am but a number in the system.
I have no body.
No mind or thoughts.
I am lost in this maze-
I am broken, I am lost.
The irony is my way is gone,
Here I wonder in miles,
Around the gardens that are not nurtured,
Once again I sit at your glance,
Your look puts me in a trance,
My peers behind me stay silent and blank,
May I object to your highnesses desk?
You ask us questions everyday,
We don't know the answer,
The sun awakes,
The baby cries,
All the world is passing by—
Men all polished and prime,
Keep the women with less than dimes—
Desks, telephones, and emails galore,
Why don’t the women deserve more?
The classroom is stuffy. It is boring and dull.
I want to have fun learning it all.
I want the students to talk about the books we read,
And the books should be updated; not depressing with deeds.
Don't cry for me just yet.
I'm not dead. I'm not forgotten.
Although, you've neglected me.
I'm not oppressed, nor destitute.
Although, you've stole from me.
Death is but a moment away.
Monotony, lectures, homework, and papers
Make things more interesting.
You think you can make me interested by cracking jokes
like eggs over a broken stove.
This is for the man on the corner of First and Dunn
with a sign that breaks hearts and makes everybody run
home to their heaters and high-tech computers
There’s a lot of shit I can’t tell my teachers,
Like how kids pick on my flaws and features,
What’s the point of telling them anyway?
I still have to live with it everyday.
They never help,
I am White.
A stereotype
To a world of hate:
Privileged
Ignorant
Prejudice to any
I am not your stereotype
Hate cannot take
The satisfaction
a cold freezing nighta freezing short nighta cold front in the landthat lasts only for awhilethe snow is slowly droppingthe land becomes numbhappily accepting the cold snowtoo cold that the glass window sweatsthe trees shiver and freeze in placeev
I am not strong.
When everything in life goes wrong,
When everything in life crashes down,
I drown
And shrink with shame,
As I attempt to control my emotions with pain.
It seems like the only thing on my mind is you
No matter how much I try forgetting you, all I do is think of you.
In the day time I see you
In my dreams I see you
Synergy
it must exist
My class mates, nor I
must choose not to resist
For all we have is this class
to express, elaborate, and hope it all last
I hope this semsester does not end to fast
A glimpse of a new day.
Tasks are done the same.
People among people,
Something has changed.
There is a distance.
A space where time is held captive.
Put yourself in my position.Look at life, through my dead eyes.Listen, from my ears, to your own lies.You see her, don't you? A girl so broken that every Word spoken, are Cries for help…
Thirst lies in the mouths of many,
In a wealthy country that pays no mind.
The cruel rumbling of our lives blocks the intelligence we need to survive.
This is a time where you will get yours and I will get mine.
Self esteem? What was that… If you asked me, I couldn't’t tell you.
I was always shy, I never knew what to say or do..
I wore baggy clothes, and jackets constantly…
Someone is yelling in my dreams as I rest.Someone I don't like: with feelings I've surpressed.They tell my I'm strong on the surface,But as for my soul, It has no purpose.Someone who gets me in trouble,
That moment when your heart breaks and you have lost senses of the meaning of love. The times that the one person you love leaves is the hardest moment in life. Your eyes tear up and the flush those tears out.
Love is ...
The taste of sweet rain
Streaking my window pane
With its gentle touch
And it's gentle name.
Love is ...
The sound of red sunsets
Luring fragile clouds away
Mommy, I miss you. Why'd you let Addiction take you over? [R.I.P. Mom]Everyday I ask myself, "Why did you have to go?" And I never seem to get an answer…
One simple touch, One sweet smile… One look into your amazing eyes Is all I need, to keep me going.
Today, I discovered who you were
And also I discovred the legend you left behind.
Surely, you are the true king of cowards.
The definition of all things weak and un-Godliness.
You think your soul is safe
You took it from me...
“What did he take from me again? I can’t remember”
He took everything, And no, I am not over-exaggerating..
The first thing he took, was the emotionless expression from my face..
You are who you are.
Don't let society take this too far!
You're not fat, just because you can see a models ribs, you're more than that.
As the trees become pale
The life sucked out of fragile leaves.
The sky, covered in dull, meaningless clouds.
I watch as Earth welcomes Winter
With a friendly, extended hand.
Ever since I was young,
Creativity came of the tip of my thumb.
Taught not to give up on my dreams;
If I was an essay, art would be my theme.
Some people get butterflies when inspired
Walk into class, look around, take a seat.
Preparing for a test, fighting the urge to cheat.
Teacher walks in without even a smile on her face.
Doesn't say good morning either, oh what grace.
In silence, the monitor beeps.
One button and it all stops.
And now he sleeps.
Hospitals give most the creeps,
The dim lights and dark halls.
In silence, the monitor beeps.
Oh, how you look when I stay and wander
As the sun beats down on my face
There can not be any other place
Where one can smile and learn to ponder
With the shadows gleaming through the space
Night has always been a friend of mine
Ideas to explore
Imaginations to upkeep
Wondrous adventures held in dreams no one can ever seem to remember in the morning
Night is darkness and light at the same time
Given every chance the fish will choose the water over the land.
The wolf will choose the brightly lit moon over the daytime sky.
The fantasy will be created.
There is no day without the night taking place afterwards.
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Why the streets evolve around aggression
People stressing
Unlearned lessons
And oppression
But these the streets people protecting
With they life
He tryna get his family right
Life isn’t easy
Sometimes it makes us queasy
We say we’re alright
But we won’t be tonight
When we cry ourselves to sleep
Not making a peep
‘Cause we’re scared that if we’re heard
You see im not much into historythe dictionarybut I know what the words we say mean,the words we say take affectrecalect, no respect,Like tomorrow , sorrow,we have so many things to see
pitter-patter like little feetraindrops tapping on mine pane
bitter burns hiss and slitherremembrance dismantles my sane
moist summers and eerie chimesfingertips lost within your mane
Love is like a candle.
At first it burns bright,
And then it dims,
And then goes out.
Just like a candle.
And all that's left is a broken, melted, burning, oozing pile of melted wax.
I write to release the anger and anguish of a childhood lost. I write to tell the story of becoming a mother and father to a baby brother at the age of thirteen.
You're like a storm,
Beauty and power rolled into one.
I'm strangely fascinated by you,
Yet afraid of the havoc and destruction you'll leave in your wake.
Your eyes are lightning,
Silence broke out,
and she hid in fear.
Crying to herself,
hoping she wont hear.
All the voices,
that tell her that she doesn't belong.
And she keeps telling herself,
Another year, another round.
Third time's a charm and yet none I've found.
Thy upper division courses slay me,
The level of work is damn near deadly.
One would think I'd crumble,
School..
It ain't for fools
It'll never be cool !
Hey there sir, miss, profesors and principal
I think, that it is really critical
I must say, there is alot to change in this school
If I say anything, would you be shocked that I spoke? Yes I may be quiet and shy but what is the problem? I just don't have much to say...why judge? Why judge the fact that I'm quiet? Would you like for me to speak as loud as the eyes could see.
Breath in the light the darkness provides,
A source of delight before your very eyes,
To give you the life you were deprived.
Now I know that in and throughout this unique nation
Success is based mainly on education
So I was one of the few who decided, long ago
To be the best student and make some dough
Deep inside me is a secret
Deep inside is where I keep it
I hold the key in my heart
I hold the key - we fall apart
Deep inside is all my regret
Deep inside, I will not forget
What is school? A mystery.
Why am I learning about History?
Geography? Art?
Building my brain to be so-called "smart."
To be educated, responsible, dependable.
Like a piece of clay i'm mendable.
Tell me about the big white room
Where pain will end and peace resumes
Tell me about the big white light
The choir of angels that sing through the night
Explain for me the other side
I ain't have the best childhood but I had it better off. Others be walking these streets with no parents insight guided by these street lights. Running into drugs, prostitution & such & such.
Your world is closer and closer to falling apart,
I can see it in your eyes.
You are scared of what they will do
How was I suspose to know
I would be this strong ?
How was I suspose to know my mom would choose crack over her kids?
How was I suspose to know my grandmother cared more about the money then us?
Swaggy Swag Noodles.I'm out this piece.
Get rekt.
Im the best.
Unstoppable.
So Swag.
So doge.
Rekt.
Lost in a fit of insane incest, you woke me from my slumber, forcing my face to the pillows, hushing my tears with your murmurs, your eyes stood out vivid, yellow, with veins of deep red, your sweat matted my hair, & mixed with stale tears on
I start my journay far away it begins with the wind.
It pushes my from my home and settles me in a mound of soil.
Where with a little rain i begin to grow.
I push up against the dirt ever so slowly.
I find it difficult to disguise it,
For all my love for you can't be contained.
It is so strong, but I will not admit
There is so much love I am truly pained.
Without you, living is unbearable.
Your body is your vessel
It will travel miles farther than where your head has taken you
It is your storage unit
A unique container of your individual world
No, no I did not type that paper last night, I was too busy locking every door and window 28 times. No, no I did not do the math problems, I was too busy wallowing in my own self-loathing. No I did not read that chapter yet, I was too busy blocki
The cautious words i say, cling to your ears like clay, Even when they hurt like needles you hear them anyway, The efforts I make for you to feel as though you are the only one on this planet called earth, seeps into your heart like a wo
Will that be far enough for you?
If I go to Greece and am INSPIRED
Will that inspire you?
If I find my DREAM in France
Will that convince you?
If I LIVE my dream in China
i am scared
i am here
on the outside
i show no fear
this is new
i am here
within time
there will be no fear
i am scared
i am here
on the outside
i show no fear
this is new
i am here
within time
there will be no fear
Now I sit here in this class,
Fall has come at last.
I sit, I write, I learn, I read,
to gain the knowledge that I need.
To learn and express,
I am here and blessed.
I have this opportunity,
Why do people bully so much.
why did they put people down.
why do they want us to suffer as much as they did.
I think bullying should be stopped.
you will never know who will get popped.
If Addiction Could Speak.By: Kiya B. Welcome, it’s a pleasure to meet youI’ve actually been waiting for you to get ahold of meI’ve noticed that you’ve been skipping outAnd, I’ve also noticed you owe a very big fee Trust me my love; I cannot hurt
He's in there with her. Again.
And it's not like they're alone with the privacy of darkness cloaking their skin.
They're stark naked in their affair
in front of everyone. They
The way your fingers look as they trace the palm of my hand,Make me feel like there’s more to life,Than what my relentlessly pessimistic brain had originally been adamant on believing.
loving a girl with anxiety is constantly talking with nobody listeningfeeling like the world is caving in"why can't i be strong enough for both of us?"but please don’t worry, it just is hard for me
I lie in bed at night
Thinking of what might have been.
I dream of white gowns and blue flowers.
Imagning all the whens.
But the whens never come because the ifs happened instead.
Reaching out
Look at me and understand,
Understand my thinking,
Thinking of a time long past you,
You who lives within reality,
Reality a cruel idea.
Look at me and understand,
I wish
you knew,
I hope,
you'll see,
How much you mean to me,
Running through mind,
Worrying about you,
Even though you aren't mine,
I'm not okay,
I'm not fine,
A Letter to you my black women,
Do not let your curves define you.
Your thick lips, circular behind
curved hips, kinky hair
be your primary worth.
Realize you are not only your astounding exterior
Everyday she walks the halls
Surrounded by her peers.
Every night when she gets home,
She drowns herself in tears.
She’s envied by the girls,
She’s wanted by the guys,
Instead of firing that gun,
how about you loosen your tongue;
Let loose all the pain from within,
please,
do not shoot yourself, my kin;
How are we supposed to see your pain,
when you bury it away,
I can feel your anger and your pain Throbbing through my veins I can feel your tears in my eyes And I'm smart enough to realize Theyre for you , and what you're going thorugh
Remember back then when I said I was all for me yeah I lied Writing this at 3 am with my pillow full of tears that I've cried Why did I lie maybe because I thought saying it to myself would make it real
Tears, wet and salty dripping onto his shirt.
Her crying, cutting into his heart.
Hair, golden downy curls brushing against his cheek.
Her scent, a heavenly lavender aroma forever connected with the girl in his arms.
They prance and dance all
day
Singing and playing joyfully in
the forest
Riding rainbows across the blue
sky
Waiting for someone to
discover
I'm a faucet of emotions when my pen strikes the page
Clarity and bliss engage while my song plays
Melody and word possess the key to my cage,
I'm locked in the cell of routine of everyday life
In death he had shrunk, like a woolen sweater in the wash
His lighthouse had been put out of commission
No longer bringing new thoughts safely to shore, to his lips, to his smile.
growing up as a child so innocent so wild the happiness the laughter the cries and pain right after you wander in your mind can I leave this life behind but you know you have no option the hand of life having an auction grabbing everyone day by da
He told me when I was broken and confused
He told me when I had everything to lose
He told me he loves me
A girl stands directly in front of me.
Her eyes follow mine as she begins to smile.
I desire to know more.
I look closer and see the pain that she keeps hidden.
Her soul consists of emptiness.
I lay under the sea of giants, standing tall and free,
Tilt and see a mural of brown, red, yellow, and green.
The overwhelming of colors I feel all mixed inside of me,
She wears her nail polish
dark and chipped
and coated with a seal.
But somehow, it is pretty
even as it peals.
Beauty can be found
in its cracked and broken state.
It revels in its rebellion,
From the darkest recesses
Where dark englufs light
Shades of grey and black seem to span on forever
In the ugliest of places, beauty
Can still be found.
Death forever triumphs over life
The woods are a place of mystery. The rivers that streame, the animals that live,
the trees that know the worlds history. Being lost in the woods is being lost in your soul.
Many men have goals in life they want to complete.
Worthy goals ever man should strive to meet.
To live in a million dollar house with a trophy wife,
To be a doctor and have the ability to save a life.
I am from superman popsicles,
from overused couches and piles of shoes by the door.
I am from the circular trampoline and the
My life: it’s like one of those practices where you keep running suicides
The whistle blows, you start running
You don’t know when it’s going to stop; but what you do know is you have no other option but to give it your all
Because he knew me before the world did.
Because he loved me before the world did.
Because he cared for me before the world did .
Because he never doubted me when the world did
When i was born
Officially i'm an uncle
Didn't went to school, but the first day i had to learn
Floating until i had to pop out that bubble
growing up wasn't even awful
I'm a youngin'.
From the world i was brought in.
when i'm sixty. i won't get gritty
based on my skin wrinkly and no more shirts fitted
It's based on my health. can't be an elf.
I look at your pictures, all i see is drugs I remember a time when i only saw love, And when i was angry at you, Your pictures went red But now i only see the drugs, keeping you dead
What could the world be, if it were up to me?
A neverceasing green, full of lakes and streams?
No sad tears and no angry frowns,
No warring nations and no frightening sounds
The sun above me sings a lullaby,
The rain mimics the tune,
Roses dance,
Glitter strikes from each and every beat,
You missed it,
everything looks wrong,
that there doesn't fit,
the moments gone.
The angles off,
the flash is too bright,
The first time you made me yours, I never felt so brave
Every touch upon my skin enticed an electric sting
Each time we spent apart, I experienced a constant crave
Where did we go wrong
I thought we had so much left
But all the words unspoken
Left us broken...
So I find myself
Once more
Searching for my soul...
And now I am the hole
often;
I must fight against forces of which I have no power over.
certainly;
Those around me maybe able to overcome such obstacles, but..
surely;
Tiny rivulets are winding down our fleshy canvas;
those tears may abide by the laws of gravity,
but we never were one to follow the rules.
People say to never lose faith, but it lost meI look for a brighter tomorrow, yet there's nothing to seeCan't live with happiness, when there is no peaceSo what are my options, if this doesn't cease?By merely existing, I'm burdensome to othersSure
Don’t look at me that way. Don’t look at me like I wear illogical inconsistency upon my stretched sleeve that wraps itself around my gripped hand.
If you'd seen me
you would think I was happy
I am always smilling
my steps have an extra bounce to them
giggling is repeated often
and where I am their is a corny joke is commin' soon
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
Mom wakes up by 5 a.m. to put bread on the table.
Work lasts ten hours a day five days a week with no real pay.
The bills add up and the hours are cut back; the repetitive cycle of every day.
Kids walking down the hallway
with they're heads hanging down.
Because they just got teased,
about they're hair, clothes, or laugh.
Kids just walking with agony,
wondering when this is going to stop.
Kids walking down the hallway
with they're heads hanging down.
Because they just got teased,
about they're hair, clothes, or laugh.
Kids just walking with agony,
wondering when this is going to stop.
I reached for the stars
At least that's what it felt like
Whence I loved
I thought I loved
To love enough
But wasn't enough
A stolen joy
An empty void
I feel
It kills
Words are too
solid
concrete
hard
to encompass
my feelings.
Feelings are
flexible
fluid
liquid
airy
They
run and run and run
I love as you love back.
You push, I respect that.
Without the force that you put in your push,
Like an irritating bug i would be gushed...
In other words nothing,
The sweet breath of a sleeping child
Tiny fingers curled
Little nails in crescent moons
The soft song of a mother's lullaby
As she rocks her reason to live.
A father's helping hand
In school I learned about english and bullying
Judgement, math, and the flaws of schooling.
But there are some things my teacher didn't tell me
Things that the new me is scared of knowing.
I have never known beautiful.
First the flash of a crooked smile,
Then the wire rimmed glasses.
A long, straight nose,
The sickening, overwhelming desire to be thin.
You see people that seem so sure of what they want to do and how they are to do it.
Then you look at yourself and your stomach just drops.
You rack your brain for abilities you may possess that could help figure a way out,
One day, I will cease to exist. I will be neither here nor there. I won't be ME. The notion that everyday Oblivion will seek ME, and welcome ME, Scares ME. What happens when I'm gone? Will anyone care? Will anyone notice?
How was your day was all I was asking.
I didn't ask for you to punch and slap me.
An eye for an eye
I know it isn't right but
I refuse to go down without a fight.
I could write up a storm about you,I could dust the grounds with words,water the world with my tears,and plant my stories in the earth,about you.
I do not like that.
The weird place.
The odd shape.
The abnormality.
I do not like much.
Not what I see.
Not how I see it.
Not much at all.
"But this is okay."
They point out.
Cold hard seats.
I tug at my sweater a little more.
The A.C. kicks on
And I feel like meat
Hanging in a locker.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The girl in front
Of me taps her pencil
Against the desk.
Walking Through The Halls, Every one Stops and Stares, Laughing and Teasing, I Drop To My Knees With These Tears, Frickled Face, Old School Clothes, But Poverty Struck My Family, I Guess Noone Cool Knows, The Way I Talk, How My Glasses Look, How M
A transformation.
Unnoticed but yet, aware.
The beauty in change.
As the green leaves turn
As the red sun dies
The ending of its life
The coming night begins in lies
Nobody can see the rise
Out of the evil strife
As the red sun dies
The women who lie about their size
I am a lonely shipsailing out to seamany have tried their best and failedcoming to follow me
But I'm low on provisionsand salty are my lungsI'm cold and wet alreadyand setting is the sun
I stand frozen among the trees.<br/>Who I am isn't who I will be,<br/>I'm clueless,hunted by the gun of what is normal,<br/>until a deer bounds away on a new route, eyes wide, nostrils flaring.<br/>But I follow this rat rac
There is a time when one must step back
and see the tens of thousands of backstories
working together to build
one
using only the tissue of the heart.
They carve in and haul out,
Creature,
I have you
Creature,
I have you in memory
Creature,
I want to be lost in the ocean
Creature,
you are unfamiliar
Creature,
I tried
“It’s okay”
you said again
and again
and
again
your words
sounded like
cool cream
melting
over my tongue
because
it was luke warm
And your eyes
I have to re learn
to write
because my words got knocked out of my mouth
my teeth
they no longer speak
They harbor mice
and those mice
carry my teeth in their bellies
I will inhale your mossy eyes
and exhale my insecurities
that flow through me like a river.
It has become polluted
with bare flesh and
a number I am too ashamed to say.
I live inside my own head
where there is a garden
and no door
“you let the garden wilt & rot”
“I wanted to,” I said
Doll lips upon the petals
trying to breathe life back into the garden.
I don’t stand next to the statue
of my failure
of my epitome
my identical
and my reciprocal.
She reminds me of all my short comings
fawn like legs kick.
I’ve always wanted to be a fawn
There is one truth in life:
It's all up to you.
Stand up for yourself:
Re-imagine your future.
Stand up for another:
Save someone's life.
The possibilities
Extend to forever;
Tears rush down my eyes,
In my head, no one can understand this pain,
My heart is aching,
While my soul is darkening,
A pit of fire.
Cast bones into the pit and interpret the signs.
Summon the devil from the pit and worship his kind.
Flee, Logic! Flee, Reason!
You are a bladeless knife, a pointless rapier;
You are worthless!
Close your eyes and lie to rest. Look at you, what a mess. Sleep all day, party all night. You're almost always out of sight. I just want you to quit, is that too much to ask? Since you're always gone and having a blast.
I used to ache for you to know me.For you to wonder about my depths and reason, For you to fall into my cracks and find pieces of yourself you never knew you lost.I used to wish to hear those words drip from your lips,
Words cannot explain
how much you mean to me
nothing could ever compare
or even ever be
You're my Dad, my one and only
you're my leaning post
although I love my family
Keep your head up in the halls
It's only a hop, skip and jump away
Ignore the people and what they say
Stay away from those bathroom stalls
You're here safe and sound
Crack open your book
No longer able
to bear
this pain.
Someone please,
teach me how
to uncover
my heart.
Someone please,
show me how
to make it stop
The Definition of Love
I wish I could say “I’m over you”. But love doesn't easily go away.
I gave a fragment of my heart to you, and willingly it stayed.
I told myself that it doesn’t matter
Time is a luxury I’ve never had
At six I was left with only a Dad
The clock is always ticking
Mom and dad were always bickering
The hands keep moving round and round
Have you ever read poetry
And wondered how it could be,
That such great words,
Never before heard,
Could come from a human being?
Smartness, intelligence and extensive meaning,
For that which love does say
And whisper rather than shout
Only to cause some fray
Then leave both sides to pout
Love lasts long only when it wants to
Often it breaks to become an empty shell
Everyone growsThe more we learn the more me fearThe unknown casts a shadowWhere do we go from here?
A cold wind blew,Reminding me of the good and the destruction in my life.I see the wildflowers growing and know that life goes onLeaving me behind,Trying to repair the damage that's been done.
Power dominates the human mind.You hold some you can’t define.Try and stop me now I’ll make you blind.Power dominates the human mind.Sometimes it makes you cross the line.Maybe you’ll wipe out mankind,
I wonder
what
that taste
will be?
Those two perfectly curved
petals
poised upon your skin
Will they taste
of honeysuckle
on a summer evening?
My mind full of thoughts , Thinking did you ever love me That one day you had me, just know you were lucky If you somehow loved me once and I think that was a mightThen why'd you wake up and decided to leave me over night
Watch as he writes the note
Watch as he puts it in the envlope and writes mom on it.
Watch as he ties the noose
Watch as he second guesses his decision
Watch as he puts it around his neck
Maybe one day we can lay there and count all the stars Not having one worry about life behind closed bars
I promise someday we'll catch every star and one day we'l reach for the moon
As I sit there waiting with a single red rose in my cold hands,
I try to remember the good times,
Houw he taught me how to make cartoons,
My favorite one was a guy in a car.
How I would walk into the house,
No color is more beautiful than the otherBut, I'm "pretty for a darkskin girl"So, I'm always separated from any other.
How come we can't belive nor will we receive the golden medal of grace? Is it because
we can't pin point a gift or talent, or we've ran astray? Or maybe it's because we can't
Love is a very unusual thing that you can never tell if it's true.
It has its ups and downs and twists and turns that can make you want to feel blue.
And just when you feel like it's hopeless to find the one just right for you,
It started off the same way as everyone else’s lives start out,
Waking up to a shining, brightly, happy world,
Center of attention you feel your mother’s love,
Snow from last night still on treesNewly green tennis courts to play onGrass perfect to lie onKids crowd sidewalks to make it on time to classWaiting for leaves to growWonderimg what the pink flower blooms are,
Rooms,
Inescapable prisons,
That present our
Feeble minds with
Conforming individuals,
Unfavorable probability,
Discomfort.
Rooms,
Incase emotions.
While hallways,
If my body is a temple,
you are my act of worship.
I yearn for your touch,
yet they quote "the Truth."
I indulge in your warmth,
and they reference "the Word."
I trace the lines of your lips,
I’d do anything for you in this world, always there when you need a lift.
No matter how fast it twirls, God gave me two little girls;
And I consider you a gift, even when life takes a shift.
A simple three letter word has followed me around
But the impact it has on my life is profound
A weight
A burden
Upon my shoulders for what seems an eternity
I am never free
I do not belive you they say,
As the Pope sold your soul away.
In order to bypass Hell,
Buy a ticket, sell, sell, sell.
I do not believe you they say,
As JFK was shot that day.
I'll never forget my first day on campus,
Students, activities, tours, introductions, information,
chatter, excitement, anxiety, nervousness, suitcases,
containers, clothes, parents, hugs, kisses, waves,
Take a way the past
Take away the pain
Two hearts in one is,
making me go insane.
The hurt you put upon me
the feelings that are inside
the endless amount of frustration,
I love you.
Not only because of who you are.
You are a sweet surprise under a hard shell.
You are smart, powerful, wonderful.
I laugh.
When I'm with you, I laugh.
To see the future in a second
And past moments in a day
As time wanders by its lonely way
And we can only watch and stare
And take our fumbling steps with care
And push others out ahead of us
history isn't waterloothe sack of troythe atom bomb neil a. on the moon'i have a dream' said the king
I found my true love in a boring class. I did not know someone could be everything in one. I knew that if I had you I would have won, but I did not do anything and just let the opportunity pass. I now see you every day and feel a great regret.
Can you clear your mind, listen with your ears,
Nature has been trying to call for years.
The wind outside comes alive, turning into a hurricane,
drowning out all other cries by rushing rain.
when the Sun is alive
so am I
the unimaginable dream is mine
fog will remain in my path
but fire in my eyes, boldly.
there is a dawn that rises
unshakeable and endless
like the core of soul
He handed me a golden city
one day, dropping it in my hands
like an old man releasing a burden,
one that made a home on his shoulders and
knocked hard on his head.
Sometimes I can't stand your annoying side.It drives me crazy and makes us argue.Our time together, you had never lied.Suddenly, I am starting to doubt you. Your plans aren't always thought out thoroughly,Sp you end up doing things you regret.I wi
The trees are budding and all is brand new.
Yet the sorrow I'm feeling is so strong.
I wonder around my thoughts just of you.
Hoping this feeling won't last very long.
The day is near.
It seems like a year.
I remember her image as a black and white pixel.
The event was scheduled on October sixteen.
My prediction of her face is about to be forseen.
Whats the point,
Why should I try
To avoid every urge,
Why should I not
Pick up the blade-
Letting it slowly slice
The skin that lay beneath it.
The wound beginning to bleed-
I should be happy But for some reason I'm sad I can't understand the game you're playing It feels like we're on different levelsYou're funny, cute, and awesome But I can't seem to feel what I've felt before
Can we forget about reality?
Jump into the sky and
Swim as if we were in the ocean,
Like summer a few years back.
Don’t hold me too delicately,
I’m not about to shatter
I loathe the four corners of this empty room
She fills them with things:
things from thrift shops and flea markets.
From the molding around the ceiling
to a few inches before the floor
the walls are covered.
Burn my name from your heart
And forget me, like I was never there
Melt my tears that froze on your cheek
On that winter day I cried for you
With eyes like fire and words sharp as ice
You saw me lying on the floor,
Desperate to fix my broken heart.
I was the un-fixable case, the tragic downfall.
But you didn't see me as broken, you saw me as beautiful.
I was once happy
A long time ago
Now I cant seem to smile
Only tears seem to flow
Pen to paper
My feelings forever in ink
My escape from reality
My only way to think
Each day that summer
I spent it with you
Enjoying our sweet time
Doing what ever we wanted to
You made it special
One I could never foget
I had the best time of my life
I've been staring at yourmouth for three years.
I couldn't look youin the eye that night, I felt the shame of having to fleemy home to your arms.I felt weak for havingto run.
Physical connection is broken by distance
Emotional connection is broken by lies
A soul mate never lies, and sees beauty
In everything.
i am indoor wandering
under a mirrored ceiling in my own head—
my thinking sky
i am a lead balloon
a petrified caterpillar
who has not yet finished her cocoon.
the frozen stars
So many people RUN From the call Saying they wanna do what they want They don't have time for God They say You Only Live Once so just let me be I'm gonna do what makes me happy Or so they think 'Cause after the r u s h is gone After the HIGH fades
I love a blank canvas.
I love a new page.
I love bleeding terror.
I love to cry rage.
I love how I’m depressed.
I love how I die inside.
I love having so many,
New scars to hide.
Because of so many
Who like to cause pain
Here is a list
Of those people's names
One was a friend
or so I had thought
Her idea of love has morphed. Contorted and transformed into something that cannot be explained. Could it be because of the man who called her a 'worthless slut' and dished out unneccesary punsihment? Or was it you?
DARKNESS fills my sould. HATRED fills my thoughts. The LIGHT is too far. I will NEVER see it again. Fuzzy...different...this is quite serene. I now realize what those words mean. HOPE is written out. LOVE is within this text. I FEEL it.
Tonight she lays there,
her tears falling on her pillow.
People refer to her as Weeping Willow.
If you see her in the streets,
she is always looking down.
She used to wear a smile,
The inevitable futures looms over me
On this journey to find myself
To pick a major is to pick a future
As I sit my mind wanders the world of options
Simply hoping to discover what’s next
i hope to be a verb (you are my subject, my everything)
so that I can always be next to you
i wish
for a life (for you are my life, the only reason i exist) with
purpose
Although it is still summer, all my friends are at school
And I'm here thinking: "quarter system, why you so cruel?"
I was looking forward to the longest summer yet,
But hearing others' fun stories just makes me upset
Stranded on an island,
With nowhere to go.
No one to hold me,
No one to know,
How I feel and what I need.
I’m stranded on an island
Until we meet.
My screams and cries lost in the wind
My heart feels like magic,With my mind like static.I feel like I've been rebornI feel like a newborn Until you are attained,My heart's in disdain .Calm days and sweet wordsmaking me a hazard. I shall not say goodbyefor I can not deny,How your beau
You don’t know what I’ve been through.
You don’t know what it’s like in my shoes,
to have so much and then to lose it all.
You tell me to get over it
but you don’t understand.
I lost the battle between love and denial. Love won and screwd me over.
Denial would have made me sober.
It’s over...
Death came and cut your life line.
I cant go on with this pain on my chest
It's like a bolder with its final place of rest
Theres been no greater sin
Than keeping this all locked in
You've thrown me and shunned me
Love and pain are on in the same
I love you,
You can't stand me
the words you say, they penetrate
deep inside my heart
you hurt me day after day
but I will always be here
you can hate me
I finally realized to open my eyes
just to find myself blinded by the minds of the stereotypical
I never dreamed of a scheme
such that I would believe to achieve
she falls off the moon,
she carries her wings,
she fights with herself,
she's dying to please.
she knows every word,
she's heard it before,
she's not what they want,
This is a monotone spectrum, waving in and about our minds, releasing emotions and making us feel.
I fear we are the same, each and every day.
A toll we hear,
Beckoning us towards liberty
A hope,
Only dreamt of.
Has it been realized?
To the man that I call my father,I know how you feel,I don't mean to put you out there,but some of us are in fear.
Many more are like you,hopefully these words will help you hear,
normal people
She could feel the frozen slaps of the raging wind wiffing through her hair,
Driving 90 on the interstate not going anywhere, she won't be late, despite her fate.
Remember the time when nothing went wrong ?
You went through the day like a endless song ?
Now you're confused and you can't find your way
Why does it always have to result in this ?
The icy wind peels back your outer core
Unprotected; as you were from the moment
The contractions won and you tasted
Bitter, bloody air. You close the door.
Turn, and face the face of pity. Snarl at it.
We all must face
At some point in our lives
An insurmountable force
Impossible to push aside.
Something
That challenges our strength
Our character
And our pride.
I can’t stop these tears
From running down my face
My heart is filled with hurt
From trying to endure this race
We were like a bright and sunny day, But a dark cloud hovered and you became gray. Once sitting and laughing until we cried, Now something happened, our flower died. I wondered if things were better would we still be okay?
With what westward fancy froze
Amongst the lengthy lines of prose
But what did perchance arose
But a rose?
A rose so sweet with yonder yore
Fraught with flights of fancy & more
Rewind back to a time...
Back to a time when things
Were slow and serene.
Back to a time when
I had a dream
Was more than a tweet...
It meant something.
Make no mistake-
In this world
Every single day
People get tired
People get fired
Still pushing forward
Fighting the pain
Deeper they go
Further in dismay
Bullies cause sorrow
Dream Big
Dream Small
Dream through it all
Through the easy and the rough,
Even if it becomes very tough
Doesn't matter what your dream is.
Dream on, Dream on.
Mr. King had a Dream
Silence in the cafeteria door.
A sudden change in climate,
Men turned to boys stare in silence
at their hands, or the floor.
You told me once that before I was yours,
All you could think about was holding me.
So when you finally could,
I felt that desire you expressed
Seep through your skin and burrow
They all know the truth about him,
They see behind all of the lies he tells
But her heart is so pure
She is naive, she is in love.
No one can change her mind,
She loves in the dark.
I take my seat in my usual chair.
Hey, it’s good to see you!
You too.
How have you been?
Silence.
Tick…tock…tick…tock…
I pick at what’s left of my nails.
Okay
Just okay?
Yeah.
There’s nothing more humbling than
An elderly man
Sitting alone in the park.
His days although limited,
They are consistently filled with
That wooden bench in the park.
Take one look at me. Do you judge just based on what you see?
Do you just take your eyes a passing glance, forgetting my features and onto the next?
I see that look. Disproving. Spiteful. Angry.
Momma use to cook for me before i went school
She use have to wake me twice before I finally woke
She use to say no grumpy morning was her only rule
She use to make me laugh with her old Knock knock jokes
As I sit hereIn all my miseryI think of all the worst things That you have said to me
How can I think ofAnyone but you As you leave this townFor something new
As I sit hereIn all my miseryI think of all the worst things That you have said to me
How can I think ofAnyone but you As you leave this townFor something new
Good Bye!
Sincerely; A victim
Yes I am sitting here with no confidence
yes I let there words get under my wing
but why i am still sitting here with a knife
with my lifeline hanging on a string
Her cheeks sucked in, dimples in like screws, and the way her stem like hands flewwhen we'd hold on tight as if it were just us two.
Praying for sleep after a warm bath,
lavender tea, chocolate jelly beans,
things meant to dull pain.
My hair is sopping, bleeding into my pillow
the pillow with the little angels on it.
Fitting.
The once pure white snow soaked with the blood of my brothers. Hearts bleeding sorrow and hopelessness. Facing the fact that there won’t be a chance to say goodbye. Why am I here? Someone…anyone please remind me.
It wasn't out of nowhere
when I first heard it.
Nothing.
I knew it would come,
Eventually.
But could only hope
it wouldn't be so soon.
There was absolute silence,
He died.
Such a short sentence, not wordy
Not eloquent,
But what else can I say when someone mentions my dad?
Or asks, "what's your father do?"
Sometimes, I lie,
You want to gather into yourself, curl up and disappearcrumple into the shapes of your used tissues until you too can tuck into the hidden corners of the bathroom (out of reach)
She grew up without a daddyOnly 6 years oldMama never spoke a wordJust broke her back on the stoveLittle brother just a babyCouldn't get up and goSo he just curled up in the corner
I'm in the zone, but in this situation, it's a bad thing
Telling me relationships ain't you, and it ain't your thing
... but you don't know, how far I'll go, to get you anything
Men or Women
Have the power to kill.
Though we blame objects
Like guns, knifes, swords, etc.
Why are we blaming these objects
When we should be the one to blame
The people that hold the gun,
Hushed voices. Everyone turns. My name still in the air. Spread rumor. Everyone believes.
Ignore them. Walk to my seat. Throw myself down. Head on desk. Let it all out.
The balloons survive
to take their First
Breath of Air.
They sail past Needles,
Thorns,
Tacks,
And Cacti.
Hate. These are the words that are painted across all of our faces. Invisible scars which have wounded souls and torn at our hearts. Hate.
She was only nine, yet her eyes had seen more than mine. This girl had been raped but no one cared, all stood and gaped at this creature who had “cheated” on her spouse with charcoal eyes she was almost a mouse.
As I lay there thinking, it all turns black
I think to myself there's no turning back
I scream and I cry and I try to move
But what was I thinking, there is nothing to prove
I cannot help but to criticize
Through the wilderness, I find a blessing.
I hear a voice that whispers in the air.
Despite my weakness, I hate confessing
That something is clinging without a care.
Time is a pressence
almost that of air.
I know it's there, but I can't see it.
Time is a temptress
almost that of a toddler.
I should say no, but I give it what it wants.
Your love takes me to a place that I could never explain.
A place that never even existed in my dreams.
A place only you and I know about.
Your love is the only thing on my mind.
I thought I understood it, that I could clasp it. But I didn’t, not really.I thought I had grasped the cellophane clearness of it, the blanket softness of it, the color-splashed canvas of it.But I didn’t, not really.
Only I know what the inside beholds
the outside seems so bitter and old
Each remarks cuts so deep
no one knows how hurtful they can really be
I deal with the pain as the days go by
In a world where history is what they make of it
I write through the struggle to find footing against the bones of the ancient
If there was a book where destiny would read and lie
Would you take a peak inside
When day came I closed my eyes to be awake
My clock ticked by, counting down
While I keep my dreams in my paint jar
I'm waiting till it finally breaks
My clock stops and everything becomes alive and sounds awake
Depression is a disease that sucks the blood from your veins Leaving a corpse to roam that has forgotten its name Emotionless eyes show a soul that's holding in pain Walking a path down a road just searching for a end The next bus could be their e
I knew a girl, once long ago,Who had a funny way about her.She drew you in and led you on and left you hanging.She was clever and innocent and unsuspecting,With silver in one eye and a shard in the other.
Fault of Destiny
As a female it is destine to endure the pain of feminism. The
curiosity of Eve will forever haunt the innocent. A normal female
I am a dreamerWho dreams dreamsAnd whose dreamsAre more than dreams
I am a dreamerWho dreams dreamsOf love and friendshipAnd of peace
The door closes
Sealed against me with a firm snap!
The door closes
Leaving cold, unfriendly darkness
In place of promising yellow light
Do you dream of me, like I dream of you?
Do you lie awake at night with the thought of me circling through your head, like I do?
Does the mere thought of my hand caressing your cheek keep your eyes wide open?
Mother me?
Can’t I be something other than thee?
Can’t my branches grow?
Ever which way to and fro?
And be as beautiful as long Hair?
A marriage is a bond
A bond of agony
Like my own Holocaust
With my criminal
With my inflictor
This love,
that's breaking me down.
The names i've been called,
the hurtful things you say.
This love,
the one haunting me.
Why can't i just let you go?
Erase you from my memory.
My eyelids are conflicted,
Of course they hope to reunite for some odd hours,
But they cannot until they finish writing this story, ours.
Months have passed since someone kept me awake more than espresso.
Often times boys are screened as crooks, heartless enough to kill, with every intention of going to jail, but how often are they seen as the hero, with a heart warm enough to melt in your hands
I cried an ocean of tears.
Then I swam through all my fears.
Just to get to you.
I was never afraid
To prove it!
I have always loved you.
You always knew it.
I would do everything
Anger, Guilt, Regret, Suffering
Anger, Guilt, Regret, Suffering
The maddening cycle we all go through
That turns your mind
Against you
The thoughts screaming
Inside your head
Hear the laughter and not the end
Past mistakes in my head
Break the tip of my pencil lead
The end of the end is only the beginning
When I listen to those words
I only hope that you're kidding
You think you broke me with what you said.
You think you broke me and left me for dead.
THOUGHT I'd be submerged into your idea of beautiful.
THOUGHT I had to change to be considered normal.
My bones hurt as they hit the bed.
My stomach empty like a bitter morning from a nightmare.
My tears burn as they meet my face.
The rumbling in my heart scares me as it pounds me down.
Who Is He?
Who is this God that people talk about?
Where does He do His work?
Why is He so important?
You follow coincidence down the path of least resistance
Your decisions dictated by circumstance
Your every move driven by nature and nurture
It is not too late
To live intentionally
I write to tell my readers:
my feeling,
my life,
my heart,
the reason I write to to express MYSELF!!!!
How many times will I
hear the same story of a
girl who saw a boy and
fell in hopeless, mournful love?
How many times will I
The friendship we have I cherish deeplyit’s worth more than any hidden treasures.You are uncomparable to anyhaving you is my greatest of raptures.
If you were to stare into my soul
where the feelings are mixed in a bowl
you'd be in agony and tears
not like my peers
with no words to explain all the sadness
I stacked them up as tall as the sky
Which may sound like very high
Though really it was just a lie,
Probably because I was small in size.
My mother brought them home each month,
Tearstained face from all the stress,
Tired of being caught up in this mess.
Faded scars on my skin,
Memories appearing again and again.
My Love he makes me the happiest, but he also causes me so much pain
I wish I never met him, but I also want to be held in his strong arms
My Love he is full of rage, but he is also so senistive
I’m
I’m lost in myself
A train ride from help
A distance worth taking
There’s no escaping
I’m, lost in myself
Why?
Why is it like I’m not here?
A shadow to my peers
If I look closer
I wonder what I’ll see
If I look closer
What could be in store for me?
Will I see an elephant
Or simply just a bee
I wonder,
Is there another story
I confessed that this time there was no stopping me
The hell inside started to show
Like weeds my problems started to grow
I realized then that I was finally, free.
The most hanious crime is beauty.
Its such a horrid trait.
Just the slightest sight of you,
will put me in a state.
Your other crimes are many,
how many can you have?
A heart of gold,
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.....ElectronicaCloudy days bring me back to who I was. Thinking about myself, cuz no one does. Im a lone warrior walking silently in the midst. Trying my best to live without a balled fist.
Lost one. Engaged in constant battle with me. Working hard to practice the preach. Lost one. To do good or destruct?Constrained time in a system corrupt. Lost one.
Pages full of fancy vocab would not impress him. Rather a sum of powerful messages, could be thick or thin,as long as the message is real. It is said, that is where we parted ways.
I am embarking on a journey. It requires my wit. It scares me to quit.A process of learning.
Big person I shall be,in the face of change. Only forward remains.Slow and steady like tea.
Eyes of an everlasting sea-blue sky,
Greeting my own whenever we two meet
I notice them as life passes me by
Knowing our next union'll be bittersweet
And still those eyes haunt my eternal soul
Heavenly Art
I would like to say the following before I start,
All these lines and rhymes are from the heart,
And if Christ is in my heart, how can these words be false?
Ever since creation our ultimate goal
was to become
Neglected
Individuals
Gracefully
Giving
Everybody
Remarkable
Soul
Black skin
eyes made of Gold
She, that girl,
sits there,
in that corner
of the lunch room
every day.
She, her eyes
stay glued to
her plate.
Amongst that,
that there chaos.
It walks in the night
when life takes its first breath.
It flies over blue and pink cribs
smiling down into their faces.
when fumbling words finally make sense
It is cloaked in black, invisible smoke.
Oh, Laury,
How I wish I was as brave as you,
that I could do the things that you do.
How I wish I could march outside,
with wear curly, wild, fiery red hair,
Oh, mama
End me because when you sent me to ground, my lungs caved in
I dug my own hole, shovel in hand, but when I looked back at you, mama, you threw me in, and the door slammed shut
Old friend,
look at me now.
As of late
I took over the minds of the privileged
drawing them in,
playing with their communication.
And finally,
someone bought you out,
father’s spirit vanished when i was but a child
but long before my knees ached
and ran Red with swollen gashes
before i washed for hours
and before clean was never clean enough
but i grew tired and weak
You left me here in this world so cold
You left me here in an act so bold
You left me here; my soul's been sold.
I said I could care less.
I said you were meaningless
In Your Arms No one Else Exists.
In Your Arms I Feel Secure.
In Your Arms I am Strong.
In Your Arms I am Completely Yours.
In Your Arms Our Heart Beat As One.
In Your Arms I Will Stay.
Hearts quiver at a glance
Simple desire becomes a trance.
Yet betwixt dream and reality
Exists a barrier built by she.
Blue eyes yet she sees red
Seperation; the heart is dead.
She held him tightly as she bled
A gushing pool of crimson red.
He cried out, “How can this be?
“Why must she be down, and why not me?”
Her wedding dress was now drenched,
Maybe,The whispers will overwhelmThat beautiful mind of yoursThey'll pull, rip to shredsThese worries in your headInsecurities you didn't knowPlagued you.So convinced that they know
A dandelion puffs by in the lazy
Breeze swims and floats in the long, tall
Grass tickles my bare feet and I can't help the
Giggles disappear around the big meadow
In this moment, I feel alive and aware and
Salmon colored fuzz
over the piddling sandy hills,
take care of my sister,
who is now a part of you.
Grant her the jubilance
which you brought us
this weekend.
Letting go is never something fun
Walking away from what means most
But sometimes it just has to be done
Realizing it's better to walk away
Destroying and crushing relationships
I am all sistered out.
I have 5 siblings, another I can do without.
My abhorrence to hearing "we're just friends" masks all of my future hope in doubt.
Do you not feel the warmth of my stare?
Hungry, I approach the fridge
Open the freezer, for the chicken.
Frozen. Dead. Bawk? Was that a bawk from the box?
Man, I don't even like chicken.
The rain splashes my window.
It showers the earth
like crisp, sparkling tears.
It brings serenity, and washes away fear.
Two figures, black and shadowy Bundled up for their snowy hikeWalk in silence Only broken by the pattering of a stray’s pawsIn icy slush
There's a point in time when sadness becomes unshakeable.
and becomes a being whos thirst for bearing pain is insatiable.
When you allow it to, sadness will find a voice of it's own and start speaking
One too many
Two too many
Three too many
Stop
As she stared into the glass mirror seeing nothing but a worthless reflection
One too many
Two too many
Is three too many?
Stop
I feel alone in this empty shell
no one knows my hell
I thought I had control
But you wouldn't leave me alone
now I'm stuck in this house
You're a cat I'm a mouse
If I'm alive
driving down the windy road
back to the place I used to know
little house on the river bend
the four of us used to play pretend
“She’s Undecided”
They tell me I’ll find something eventually but what they don’t understand is that I’ve found too much
I’m not undecided but limitless
someone once said,
“if a writer falls in love with you,
you can never die.”
i am immortal -
or,
i was
i met her on a weary August day
and i did not know what to expect:
paper blank
pencil sank
hand alive
to help me thrive
paper full
pencil pull
hand tired
to get what’s required
hot and red
a killer jumps out
taking lives
water pumps
big men in suits
help them all
scary boots
Pitter-patter on the roof
The wet grass is your proof
Just singing in the rain
You lose all sorts of pain
I love dancing all around
The darkness
it swells up like a wave
getting taller every second
it looms ominously over my head
and then
suddenly
it crashes down and engulfs me
making everything
dark
Want it gone
Away forever
But I know
That it’ll never.
Focus on one
Impossible.
Focus on many
Probable.
Diversity: we are all different
Diversity: we are all individual
Without Diversity we’d be the same
Everyone would like only vanilla ice cream
The shades of red and colors of blue,
Make me love you.
The roses in the paintings
make me forget the world and all of its waitings,
Becasue I finally found you.
The woman on the street
Freedom
I never knew it was like to have my freedom stripped away
But I now I see it in their eyes that I can't even go to pray
Freedom
I never knew it was like to have my freedom stripped away
But I now I see it in their eyes that I can't even go to pray
I see what the meaning of life is; the meaning of life is to live. When you find something or someone to love, give them all that you can give. Despite what our forefathers told us, we're not all totally free.
I'm all alone
she is died and gone
I drop into the deep dark hole
I sit here depressed and with just my soul
grand mother is now in heaven
i have not felt this sad since i was seven
Can you take the raindrops from my brain?
They blurred my vision and the path to admission.
Can you take the raindrops from my brain?
They hurt my ambitions on completing the mission.
So many think that war is the answer,
Yet is a cancer
Spell it backwards its raw
what is the cause of this nature
resources are depleting what are we meeting?
I am young but old
I wonder what it feels like to fly
I hear the whisper of a butterfly's wing
I see the colors of the wind
I want to go to heaven one day and see my grandma
I am young but old
Here lies a union in this ground,
a tie that was broken; broken by what?
Frayed like the ends of a rope,
only the severed remains hold the answer,
which now the dust and years will conceal.
The world is changing at the speed of light,
The fighters love and the lovers fight.
The meaning of love is no longer known,
But the hate within us is no longer shown.
The world is better, but is also worse,
First a sighting that feels…
Odd.
Something is coming.
Not rapidly,
But gradually,
Allowing time to prepare.
I don't wake up crying anymore. And I'm through trying.
It's not that I've been lying.
But you don't keep me up at night like you used to.
And when the sun shines through my blinds I no longer
Can't breathe, need air,Hands shaking, almost there.Rushing, pulling, running,The taste, simply stunning.
A leaf upon the pond, drifting along,
No wiser to the water below than the sky above,
The wind blows it goes,
No control of here or there,
As the day unravels the weather above eats away,
Don't cry sweet child,
Go out and play.
For someday you'll realize,
What I found out today.
Sorrow and pain,
Yes, it hurts right now.
But don't let it hurt you for too long.
I broke the bonds,
Climbed out of the cave which was my ignorance,
Into a new world--a beautiful world,
Some embrace this servitude,
I hear rain drops
Drip, drip, drip
I see people walking in and out of my life
Goodbye one says, hello says another
I miss you my loving father
As I lay at rest for the night; everything will be fine
I wish it had been a dream. I wake up in the night. Covered in sweat and full of fright. The pain is terrible. My thoughts unbearable. My muscles contract. I have to face facts. It's not my time. I feel a chill run down my spine.
As I think on my past, a fool I see.
In light of my goals, new ones have arose.
A nervous kid I was, no friends for me.
My past travelled with me undisclosed.
I want to change my stars,
I'd rearrange the heavens just to hide my scars.
With this desparate need for the right directions,
i have strayed from my past intentions.
I let the flame fizzly out,
Have you ever belied something?
Something that seems abstruse and arcane?
We've all taken something benign and
Turned it into something vindictive
Who hasn't been callous at one moment and
As children, they ask us
"What will you be when you grow up?"
We say astronaut,
president,
musician,
actor,
celebrity.
They smile and tell us
that we can do whatever we desire
Sex. Parties. Drugs.
It’s claimed that’s "life" by people who call themselves "thugs".
Tell me why are these artists called artists?
Convince me that my generation doesn’t react to this.
When I first met her,Her perfect smile caught my eye,It brightened up the room.So innocent, beautiful, powerful,It left me thinking about it nonstop.She gave me hope,I liked her smile.
God made the perfect creation when he made womenSo elegant, charming with their smiles
I’ve made a few mistakes of my own.
Maybe it was because I was young & alone.
Maybe it was because I was tired of being unknown.
Maybe for once I wanted to be in the “in-zone”.
I gave them more than I’ve shown.
You told me you loved me; I said it too.
The difference is I meant it, unlike you.
I wasted your time and you wasted mine.
I thought you were worth it, beautiful, funny, and kind.
Proud
Everyone is so proud
They tell me every day
They ooh and ahh and wow.
I smile
That's what they want, isn't it?
And I guess I'm happy
Who wouldn't be?
They're not worried, oh no
I can feel it, you know.
the names and the lies
-she's nothing- they say
-fat, ugly, stupid and dry-
but they whisper it you see
so I guess that makes better
especially when they're nice to my face
There was a person who made me happy. I'd always laugh at his jokes. Make him feel right.
I want to be his, but he'll never be mine. I wait on the sidelines hoping one day that I
There was a person who made me happy. I'd always laugh at his jokes. Make him feel right.
I want to be his, but he'll never be mine. I wait on the sidelines hoping one day that I
Once I said goodbye
To a person I once knew
A person who was close to me
A goodbye that was forever
A goodbye due to death
All I see in this world,
is blue
having no one to confide in you
you find yourself inapt to do
the things you wish to find and sew.
Pieces left to rot and dew
the minds who have not a clue
We say
“fuck”
to release ourselves
we say
“I don’t need anybody.”
and we hope that somebody hears
so that they can fix the holes in our patchwork hearts
I wake up and suddenly
that peace of mind is gone,
replaced with sorrows,
overbearing.
It lies within a head
filled of despairs and troubles
while the joy of love is churned;
beaten
Show me how you bleed,
I will bleed out in your place and kiss your aching heart.
Teach me how you sin,
I will sin twice as much and embrace your broken soul.
This disease is stealing you away from everybody you care about
inability to disclose
you need help but you can't accept it
too proud to take anybody's hand
or to admit defeat
and then with poetic justice
At first it started
Something like a joke or a game
but I soon found out
that the true winner
was brought to shame
for the first few seconds
everything was cool
There is so much sadness in the world
What will it take to heal
When murder Senseless murder
Is committed every day
Genocide Is in every corner Of this planet
Look around you
Free me from these labored breaths
These pins and needles in my chest.
Free me from the need to decide
To stay or leave you with the falling tide.
How fleeting is this "love" we share,
Mommy and daddy, we were the perfect family. Except there was no daddy back in the day.
Mommy had enough of it, but daddy was always out of it.
Picture perfect family, there's only one person in the picture daddy never wanted.
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
In the crowd I am alone. Because No one seems to care. In the crowd I am lost. Because No one notices I am gone. In the crowd I don't exist. Because No one notices I am there. I am Invisible.
Willingly time is not ending, Separated are the hallow gaps of evergreen trees, A thin line of mutual grace, at the face of an abandoned cliff. Stands the breath of a lone wolf, calling to the premature night sky,
You left and never came back, Leaving behind broken promises, broken dreams and broken hearts, Destroyed all the trust, Therefore Creating fear of abandonment, fear of getting too close to anyone, Wounds that will never heal, In the end showing me
When you look around what do you really see
For most they only see the good
Their eyes are closed,
not mine,
mine have been opened.
Opened so big all I see is hurt and fear,
living all around me.
Our love for one another grows even more each and every day, Our hearts have become one, So overwhelming our love overpowers us, I can honestly and proudly say you are the love I have been searching for, You are my soulmate, My husband.
It’s all up to you;
At least that’s what we say
In hopes that the future
Is ours for today
The world keeps on spinning
In layers and webs
He is the one whose mere presence makes me feel complete... He is the one who by looking at me can see what no one else sees... He is the one whose voice can make everything seem beautiful... He is the one whose smile can light up any darkness...
The air around me is a cage
I can't escape.
Nothing can free me.
Nobody will, as long as I'm here
I know, no will.
I have no reason to want to leave
And yet I do
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble
Beat so good I shake it
My brain
My thoughts
Coincide
With my withdrawals
Especially if I have the withal
Or the guts
Or the truth
Or the tenacity
A dancer stands, calm and poised
Center stage.
For a moment she waits, utterly still
Then in an instant she is all motion, twirling and leaping in the air
So begins her dance.
Her every motion is perfect
It's all connected, don't you see?
From you to me to he to she to they to we
We're unified yet disintegrated, for many fail to see
The truth in equality needed to liberate society
Ode to the man with two jobs
In public he smiles, but alone he sobs
Working hard for nothing
Only seeking for a little something
His wife works too
But this is nothing new
Always worrying about rent
Attraction
In it lies “action”
Meaning your plan needs some traction
To find your satisfaction
Kiss
Causing sweet sweet bliss
Something you cannot miss
Or else you will be dissed
Love
Life is a rainstorm.
Pitter-patter just beginning,
Starting slowly, always growing
Faster and faster until you wish you could go back.
The winds blowing you to diffrent paths,
Rain blurring your vision,
There is a place I go
When I'm alone
A quiet space
Away from all the chaos
Of the world
that we've misnamed home
When there is time to spare
It is there
That I will wander
I hear unnecessay cruel things said to me.
They don't know me, so why do they gossip?
I watch the world fade away around me,
I try not to drown in thier talk,
Why must they make me feel low?
Sitting here all alone, or so it may seem;
The darkness sweeping over you, a terror not a dream.
Why must this darkness linger here, destroying what we know?
“What do you do when your world is falling?”
“How do you continue to keep stalling?”
Smiling, I begin to tell my tale,
The story of how I never fail.
“Don’t you ever look to the past!”
The roommate
Why me?
The roommate from hell
Was mine
Why me?
She made fun of me
And stole my things
Why me?
She made me cry
We don't know
How far
The ripples of our decisions go
We don't know
How far
The ripples of one moment go
So we don't know
What would differ
If we changed that moment
Delusion is trapped with confusion,imprisoned in my mind.Deficient time they passtaunting me, hysterically. They show themselves aloudSpilling out, pouring over.My actions, this is what they cause.Hidden in anger and sorrow,They sway incognitoAmon
Dear KG,
What happened to the garden
We planted seven years ago?
It was so beautiful,
With its red roses, ripe tomato plants,
Apple trees, bright pink tulips,
And its rich soil.
I write because I can.
I got one two three four, FIVE fingers on both my hands.
And NO, before you leave thinking this is “DUMB”,
SIT DOWN and finish reading my poetic story first.
“Remember where you came from,” he said,
And the words never left my mind.
“I know where I came from” I replied.
I came from a loving family, a big family.
From 3 older brothers always competing.
Who told you that blue eyes are better than brown?
That long hair is better than short?
that theres is superiority in your complexion?
Self worth is not skin deep,
"You make me feel, You make me feel, You make me feel.."Perfect.And if I'm perfectly honest I can't help it.All my attempts at being disaffectedAre utterly demolished,When faced with your affection.
From the moment I first heard her heartbeat;
that I felt her move.
From the moment I first saw her;
my Darling’s eyes so blue.
How anxious I was to hold her;
embracing my joyous fate.
You’re there but you’re not
You’ve always been a phone call away
But what if that wasn’t enough?
Maybe if you worked 5 days out of the week
From as far
well as far as I can remember
From the cold fronts of December
to the hot summers of July in everything
I've done it was to prove that I could do
anything as long as try,
The world has loads of unwanted things
Things that we think make us happy
Our trust has been broken
Broken like broken records our beloved Michael had done time &time again
Our lives have seen enough
She doesn't talk anymoreBut it ain't none of my business
She covers up bruises and scarsBut it ain't none of my business
She's got a broken spiritBut it ain't none of my business
We don't chill anymoreWe rarely talkI'm barely hereI've moved away emotionally
The laughter in your presence is forcedMy love for youTainted with remorseSits upon a shelf labeled fragile
“So, this is it...” says my dad from the hall outside my dorm room.
The words hang like a streamer spanning the width of my door frame
separating college on one side from my childhood on the other,
Today he leaves me here;
Wake up today,
Think of a day
When u were not judged or made fun of
There is always something wrong
But you have to rise above
We don't get to timeour crises of faith,do we? When thebite has gone outof the bourbon itseems as thoughjokes are not funny,as they used to be.
Perhaps I will purchase new glassesAnd frame my darkened lamps anewAnd auspiciously. Here I might beseech,Behold, and betoken another looking-glass self;Here enkindle and focus new knowledge
We break free in the world
we watch the leaves fall to their death
we listen to suggestion but once we turn
to something unrealistic we stop in our quest
There are so many people who have lost their
Hold your breath as you go underDo not surrender to the depthAs you fall into darkness focus on the lightIt will show you the wayTry to fight towards the light
This is an ode
to 12:09 PM
to the clock that displays it’s uneven hands
on the line after twelve
and the line before two.
This is an ode
To my hands moving fast
-She walked along the darkness of it all. That was it. The darkness, it seemed like she was blind walking without seeing anything around her. The Abyss.
"Just come to me my dear, and you will have no fear."
She walks alone through school; no one seems to think she's cool.
There's something about her that makes my dead heart stir.
This is the voice of many, heard by few
Little is done,
This community is put down, but keeps its ground
We are the Hispanics, the Latinos, the Spanish
College is OUR american dream
A misty figure appears,faintly out of the shadows of night.Shades of the darkest hole fill his eyes. Echoes of his footsteps fall near by.Winter filling the air, pricks the skin.
There were
a million thousand hundred shadow birds that
perched across a single tree on the far side of a
silent muddled winter-freeze lake.
Black feathered wings scraped across
Life is not easy, so why should we make it harder
There are lines in the sand and heartache in the hearts of millions
So,
When you make a child cry you have crossed a line
A heart frozen from pain and hurt can have it all melt away from the touch of love and passion, the shadow of depression can be swallowed by the light of serenity, in a dream the heart follows the path it chooses in life the mind constricts and di
I'm trying to be a legend to my urban youth,
Someone positive that they can look up to,
and let them know that with a dream they can make it out,
I can be the voice that they are raving about,
Background: I wrote this during a time where I was hurt, confused and lost. Each stanza just came to me. It wasn’t until I finish writing and read over it that I know what I was writing about.
hot, salty tears escaped me.
a family once united,
we were strong and proud,
but this haughty pride
was our downfall.
Duty? Honor? Gone.
now, strangers lost,
empty, searching,
longing.
She Was a gifted child Something of a perfectionist, really Full of intelligence, talented at piano, art Full of beauty Everyone was full with her praise Her goodness was loved, talents esteemed But every praise uttered was cast out as a lie In h
Hey dads,
yeah
not dad, but dads.
Although I should call one "the guy who didn't want me"
and the other "the step-father who left the family",
both of you are still my father.
How can i trust you after what you did?
you were the light in a place with darkness you stole the innocence of a little kid.
how could evil hide in the face of kindness?
i believed you would protect me from evil,
On the latest day in august, i thought back to 2009
you could smell the feat of freshman year, and the sweetest summertime.
timid timid kids with anxious smiles flooded empty halls.
its about the spaces between
what we are and what we aren’t
what we have and what we -
tu me manque…tu sais, tu sais
some things were never meant
to be constructed or contained,
She wore red velvet; redder than velvet was her heart.
Gone were the nights of regret, she learned to cope with it.
She wore black leather; blacker than leather was her hair.
McKenzie picked her poison quite a while ago.
She never paid for drugs; instead they were her pain killers.
They were an opportunity to pacify her demons.
When she was high, she had no past, no present, no future.
You really think it’s hard to live in blue?
I wish you the best in finding yellow.
You should shoot for pink in its harshest hue,
or mint green, I heard it keeps you mellow.
You’re much too old for orange’s energy,
the bitterness is burning
watch it tear through their souls like an ever present madness
slip into their consciousness like a
Tattoo my body with your touch and tongue,And I will smear the ink against your skin.So pressed together, blood and soul resungWill lift us two, so heaven lets us in.
Warm hands drip with crimison sorrows.
These are not hands of murders
But protectors
Of land they had rightfully earned
To live with, not on.
From which to borrow, not take.
The first day is the initial shock
waking up with butterflies in your belly
wondering where to hang out
where to go
who to talk to and sit with
hoping tomorrow will go smoother
As the spring coils down
It eventually has to spring back up
From sunrise to sundown
We always hope for another sun up.
Life isnt revolved around us
But for some reason we're stuck on the bus
When I sleep, it’s another world.
A world where anything is possible,
there are no limits.
It’s just a dream.
Inside my head,
Inside my mind.
I do things that I never would.
I take adventures,
Feel the adrenaline through my veins,
the passion that flows through them.
Master of fire and the flames,
perfecting the art of how to use them.
The sound of my knife on my board,
Why is it so goddamn hard to teach your son how to love a woman?To love her for the things inside her head,and not for what’s between her legs,and not for what she has hiding underneath her blouse.
I dot the foundation on the uneven areas of my skin, like I’ve seen my sister Rose do. Figuring out the uneven areas isn’t hard, since my cappuccino birthmark is not the same pecan tan tone as my skin.
Mirror, o' mirror
Clung upon my wall.
Reveal unto me Life
Or, blessed Death shall befall!
A Frankenstein of thought
Molded by the Divine.
A Mad hatters’ noxious creation,
In a world consumed by hate and anger we blind ourselves to realize the true problem that lies infront...no love. Understanding that even though we are Humans and having emotions are normal having no love isn't.
I opened the paper and what did I see,
A little stick figure looking back at me.
He made me laugh,
He made me smile,
He made me stop and think awhile.
I thought of my friends,
10/26/13
The sky shattered.
I defied fate.
Every light source combusted
as every solid ground crumbled
but I stood among the rubble
firmly grasping my future.
The gods screamed in fury
Moving and moving on a fast paced highway
my parents chattering in native tongue
And I am in the seats subsequent, reliant on both for a future but
this I could not have known
It's been four years since I lost you.
Everyday feels like a dagger through the heart.
When you died it's like god took two.
You and me because I fell apart.
Are we waiting on a change?
Or are we waiting on the day,
When men will stand up and take their place.
In families,
Hurting,
Crying,
Searching for direction.
Mothers do all the work,
And I feel as though
our book has not ended,
this chaper may have closed,
but I believe better ones are in the making
and in time our book will continue again.
Going to school with bruses,
I had marks to last for two years,
I always tried to fight through the confusion,
but I knew I was just loosing.
Just let it go.
Moving from town to town,
I don't have anything to inspire me, except the feelings I get when I watch you concentrate
on things such as buying a train ticket.
I'm not inspired by the way flowers grow into something beautiful, but I am inspired
He’d always wondered where she kept
her wings. And he questioned where she hid
her horns. He could never find feathers on her
boney, bare back and he couldn’t feel spikes
You want to be a fly on the wall?
Have you thought that through?
You will hear it all.
There is no good/bad filter.
Are you really just seeking truth?
Or are you maybe just searching too far?
Through eons ofdestruction and death,right and wrong decisions,it all leads up to here: an endgame.
Through and through the lines were blue
The paper, white; the pencil, new
Each stroke the artist made gave way
To new creations everyday
All her life, she drew and drew
I see you,
It clouds your mind,
and you try to hide,
what is inside.
Attached to it,
Can't let go,
Refuse the help,
The need has grown.
You look at them,
You call me fat ,
you try to demean my character ..,
why do you follow me home ... When all you do is laugh.....
if you feel so much dislike for me. Take a step back and ...
Daddy left the other day,
Left me a rocking horse,
Left mama sad and crying,
Left me with no remorse,
Mama's stuck in bed now,
I'm doing all the chores,
Though left without a penny,
My flesh, it aches; it burnsMy calloused bare feet are scorched by the rugged earthI am wandering and I don't know where
Ask me about our first kiss
and I’ll sing you melodies of intoxication
ask me about the time you called me beautiful
and I’ll shine star bright fireflies into your chest
pound heart beats into your palms
Let me flow in the river. The cool water washing my body.
My eyes aimed at the sky in hope of rain. The rain is to wash away my blackness.
"More"
Written By: Madison P. B.
Wanting so badly
Wishing for more
But how can I ask that of you?
I should be happy
That I get something
I live for the simple things;the sound and smell of rain,the flash of lightning,the boom of thunder.
A scoop of chocolate
a scoop a strawberry
add the sprinkles
They're needed every now and again.
But I like my scoops without sprinkles.
The flavors,
the taste,
maybe god is a mouse
and wherever it walks, it leaves wondrous things behind
marvelous things
small things and big things
shiny things and dull things
grand things and simple things
Each morning, the white sun rises over Jasper Street.
It peeks over the maple trees,
it hides from cloud to cloud,
I see these letters floating to a page, mixing together, trying to form something beautiful. I imagine them being typed and each letter running through a subway of letters trying to find the right place to go,
Silver shining, lightly lying, beneath the bellowing clouds
Creeping slowly, settling flowing, rising from the ground
Not a whisper or a sigh, missing or awry, in the wondering eye
she will hang your posters all around her room.
(like i hung our pictures.)
she will listen to your songs, louder than her father would like.
(i will listen only when my husband doesn't know.)
Many of times I have kissed you and you've not even known. I have held you when you cried. Whispered I love you when you hurt. Prayed for you like a wife should. Even though you are there and I am here. I am Covering my head at all times.
I am not used to this pain that my body has gained. My comfortability has come to an end.My sin is the sin of a seed that was sent to destroy me before I even began.I would rather that I returned back to the old me.
Sitting in the heart of San Francisco,
I held a little girl on my lap
And watched as strangers walked right by.
I smiled with tears in my eyes
As some dropped a few coins in the tattered cup I had in front of me.
What is Love? Love means a lotNo one can discover it until they seek itA lot of people think love can be boughtand love is only found by a little bit.
All becomes silent,
as the graveyard is entered.
The dead make no sound,
so why should the living?
In the shadow of the tree he lays.
People I've never known,
that bring tears to another's eyes;
Making sence of things,
how did we get here?
So in love with you,
in love with me.
Won't ever let go.
Completing me,
completing you.
Without you I'll die.
Bleed out your sorrow,
bleed out your loneliness,
bleed out your anger,
bleed out your hate,
bleed out your life,
and deal with it no more.
Raindrops falling over eyelashes,
tears intermingling,
Watching you go,
but you'll never know.
You didn't look back.
My favorite time of the year,
Is all filled with cheer.
The beach, the sun,
It’s all so fun.
The summertime breeze,
Needs to come sooner please.
Splashing in the waves,
I am pale, cream latte.
A background of seriousness and studiousness,
Sometimes emerging, but always there.
Striving for schedules, cleanliness, and organization.
I am midnight blue.
She screams into the night.
Howling in pain.
No one hears her desperate pleads.
Blood pulsing through her veins.
Thump, thump, thump.
I look in the mirror and face a nightmare.
With broken-out skin and un-ruly hair
And an overweight body, with clothes much too tight.
Ignoring the fact that nothing fits right.
In my dreams,
I have seen,
Glorious Mountians,
and Vast Fields of Green.
Never-ending Valleys,
Lay in my wake,
So Breathtaking and Beautiful,
I scare to awake.
My dreams take me in,
I welcome the day we must live.
I welcome the night you will die.
That man brings judgment where ever he goes;
You will struggle—uselessly I’m sure.
He will come in the dead of night;
Fire. The beauty, the warmth. The comfort.
Rising and falling in such graceful spires,
Spikes of orange and red and yellow.
The Burning.
Devouring, hungry, pain.
Flame licking its prey,
I am Harshly Honest,
I am Vicious and Violent,
I am Smart and Sneaky,
I am a Punisher,
I am Spicy and Sweet,
I am Agression and Pain,
I am simply me Lexii.
What is Love?
is Love an Emotion?
is Love a Drug?
is Love an Addiction?
What is Love?
is Love what motivates us?
is Love Sex?
is Love Money?
What is Love?
Love can be Wrong,
And love can be Right.
Love can be Dark,
And love can be Light.
Love can be Old,
And love can be New.
Love can be Nice,
And love can give you the Blues.
The memories are vivid,
illuminating the rosy flush of your cheeks;
the ebony lashes resting upon your eyes;
the little pink lips that would morph into shapes
as you spoke in your pixie-like voice
Faith is believing
To trust without receiving
Though after all is said and done
I hope I won’t be left with none
I work and work to fill that void
To fix that part of me you destroyed
Anxiety dropped me in a hole
Pain captured me and made me whole
Jealousy became my four walls
But, malevolence is what actually made me fall
Pain, Torment, Hurt, Sorrow, Emptiness
Feelings I experience everyday
There is no way to describe
Let them wash away and happiness stay
The wind in the willow the will o' the wisp
A treehouse down where I used to live
Up in the willow the willow that weeps
Outside the orchard my maple held me
A red robin and a man
crossed paths
Said the Robin:
"Oh how I long to walk and run
along the earth and ground"
with a sad sigh the man said
"And how I long to fly
The Master comes out, manipulating,
No longer will I charade in his play
The years gone by with his mind controlling
No longer will I be his puppet prey.
Freedom wave in front of me, yet to stay.
Your Love Warms MeLike My Favorite Kind Of Tea Your LoveComforts Me Like A Lake In August HeatYour LoveMelts MeFrom My Eyes To My Toes Your LoveMeans Everything to Me
Without your love,
I stand incomplete.
My soul lights up,
Every time you speak.
Your love keeps me warm,
When I have no heat.
No other person i know,
Could ever compete.
its funny almost, how easily you can lose yourself
but how it difficult it is to find yourself again
how you can go from being completely in the now minute
Our happiness can't be judged by the money we haveIt can't be judged by the objects we ownNot even the smile we put on to hideAll the saddness that we've built up inside
We have a love hate relationshipve
We love to hate and hate to love
Physically we're miles apart
But mentally you're in my heart
The hardest part of moving on, is letting go of what I'm used to
My open mind made frown by a nation,
still keeping dark thoughts with hopes for color separation,
can't they see its just a spectacle,
a blimp in space and time, your words have no weight,
I feel , I hear, I see
Day by day another day to live
Such a beautifulworld,yet so much evil
My heart sinks in pain with all these emotions
A pen or pencil and paper that will be my drug to dose on
Trapped up in emotions will she ever get out? Living without fear but still facing doubt. So many things in this world she would love to obtain, going through so many phases but still trying to remain sane.
If I could swim I'd swim out to you through an ocean of tears just to hold you close to me.
If I was brave I'd climb the highest mountain and figh the cold to be near you.
Even though I am desperate today,
I will smile for cheerful melody that birds sing alongside and wake me up gently,
I will be joyful for peaceful rest that a cup of coffee brings and dips me into sweetness,
Why I Write By: Cenny Ray
Why Do I Write?
Why does Cenny Ray write?
Writers Are said to be crazy?
Why would you want to be a writer; A poetry writer at that?
Why is this page open?
Why am I here?
What's going on?
Why am I so suddenly inspired?
After staring at my ceiling for so long
After staring at my blank screen for the same amount of time
My Love,
Although I am old,
My love for you is still young.
We go on in silence remembering:
The days we traveled to foreign contries
And loved all through the night;
I write to make a voice heard, my voice.
My voice is unique to me, and is there is only one.
My writing lets my voice be heard from the billions of other voices in this world.
This is why I write
I want to tell you
"I love you"
But I am just too scared.
Whatever would you think of me,
if indeed you heard
The flutter of my expectant heart,
The quickening of my breath,
as i jumped off the swing i let go
fear
as i apologized i let go
hate
as i took 2nd place i let go
pride
as i took a step further i let go
regrets
It starts when we kiss,and my hands start to wander, so that my curious fingers can playinnocent games of tagon his shouldersand run rampant through the valleyon the nape of his neck
Everyday, I see people laughing and joking around town,but in reality, all I show is a frown.I never laugh anymore because my real eyes realize,life is hard when everyday is all about staying alive.
Im behind these cold bars
can no longer see the stars
the only sound i hear is the wind pushing into the cars.
Although not, i feel alone
the pressure filled inside me is pressing against my dome
Shadows eclipse my weary soulBattle wounds can take its tollWhy am I to be this way?To make that choice this very dayThoughts driven by doubt revolveFears dimmed by peace disolve
Today
We Fly.
Today
We Cry.
Today
We Sigh.
Today
We Lie.
Today
We Deny.
Today...
We Die.
(Written in Trochaic Monometer)
Love doesn't come with directions,
it's never quite the same
Sometimes it leaves you broken up,
or changes your last name
One look,
one touch,
one smile could really change it all
yesterday ran into nighttime quickly and with much haste
and when my shoes came of, my feet were red as sunsets in New Mexico
and the nails, jagged and crooked like a water-beaten cliff edge
Wings that fly, burning feathers in the breeze.
Soaring higher than any drug could take.
Roaring sounds come from underneath the steeze.
Falling feathers land hurting them to shake,
I hate douche bags, jerks, and bad men.
Men, who have hurt beautiful women, crush their hearts, made them lose faith in love, chivalry, good men or have harmed them physical.
How dare you..
There is a circadian rhythm to human suffering.
There is a circadian rhythm to human suffering because
Mount Everest is 8,848 meters bigger than me
Black, and Red are the colors mixed upon the tray but contrasting is the paper, a sickly shade of grey Though lifeless it may be it shall not for long, you see Take a crow, the bird of death
His fire burns, his fury builds.His screams of rage fill the air.I stand still.On the outside I look calm,but my eyes reveal terror.Appalling questions escape his lips.Horrendous accusations.
Smiles in a crowd ofSmiles go unnoticedBut she walks amongThe dead
And among brokenSouls unnoticedShe smiles towardThe dead
I sat with my first love today
Together we lamented of things past
When out of nowhere a deafening crash
Removed from my trance I stared,
at a pile of broken glass
So startled I was as I watched
WE WILL MAKE IT IF WE TRY
We all want success, we want to get the taste of happiness
Yet we sit around as days, weeks, even months go by; not putting forth our very best
I went out in search of an adventure.
I travelled far and wide, alone,
when I finally found what I’d been looking for.
I came across a waterfall
cascading down rocks of different hues that
and you lie awake at night listening to the sweet stars whispering sweet lies.the bright Darkness of the nightsky glaring down at you.
The street is silent
And you would never guess
At the madness behind that small, black door.
I walk in
And the sweet splendor of the quiet street
Poetry, the song bird of life.
Flying around with deep expression.
It could feel happiness or spite
It could lead you out of depression.
Poetry is music, singing out your day's troubles
We are alive, but are we living?
One day will be our last.
Scientists say the brain replays
seven minutes of memories
after our last breath
are you living
a life worth remembering
right now?
A flowing of my finger tips
across a blank page
my words, my thoughts, inspiration
hiding behind a story
know one knows the meaning
for I am the one who has created it
seeking my own memories
My mother left me only when I was three She pulled me close and told me she loved me Then she got her shit and she walked out the front door And at the same time my tears hit the floor boards And after she had gone I grew frightened and sad Sad be
it's been exactly
a week
since I remembered
what the scent of
your skin did to me.
and the truth is,
if I were in
a program right now--
some 12, 18, 42-step nonsense--
It's time to rebel time to lash out against these suppressants
where I'm from it's fashion to be famished
poverty is all we know, carrying the weight of our ancestors
mistakes can make one break
Pearls--blackly luminescent--fade
Under the burnt midnight oil’s parade.
They burn clear
Onto weakened corneas, thrown
Into sharp relief
Fourteen years old. Alone in a world that is so cold. The vodka tried to drown out her pain, along with the razors that danced across her veins. The pills never gave her the satisfaction, of becoming the funeral homes next attraction. She searched
Words are a dance,
performed by the tounge and the heart and the hand,
together they perform-
giving passion, and power to my thoughts,
that would otherwise strangle my being.
Who dares question,
Summer evenings in years before with all of the doors in the house wide open,
The sprinkler makes its rounds around the yard with a rhythm unbroken:
Ch-ch-ch chanting a summer’s song.
She steps inside
a world unkown.
The place is dark
and stars don't glow.
She starts to cry--
she wonders why--
she thinks she cannot
be fulfilled
with just her dreams.
Poetry. it's more than just random letters being regurgitated on paper. Poetry. it's about a deeper meaning, a deeper purpose.
It’s interesting to think about congruence.Two of the same down to the last detail.There is a novelty to this that is just out of my grasp.I fear I will always be slightly obtuse.Angles all wrong.
Sounds of only breathing
From you and I
Slow as the world passes us by
With the wind breathing hello
And the sun calling goodbye.
We stand as still as the night
As the feeling of emptiness envelopes us
To write gives wings to thoughts that have just begun to crawl.
What was once a senseless idea that spoken word cannot express,
becomes something beautiful and melodic.
There is no judgement on paper.
What is this?
Am I insane?
A rush of blood is streaming through my veins,and I'm so excited I can feel my own heart skip a beat.
I have an idea!
something new to write about and add to my sentimental timeline.
Let me tell you a story,
A tale of a world that was not quite what it seemed.
Where structures ran tall, solid, unmoving, and brave on the outside,
Writing in a blank page almost feels like eternity
I stare and glare wondering when will I finish
But then I dream and think creatively.
I began to fill my page with images and silhouettes of this story
I'm writing from the heart
To tell you I'm not special.
I don't deserve special treament.
I don't deserve your pity.
I don't need your pity.
I'm writing from the heart
Words carry me through life.
Words leave our open mouths.
Ready to be heard.
Ready to be found.
When I speak, I listen.
I listen for the meaning.
This is whats ignored.
Drowning, the faded blue on the worn wood
Scattered throughout the ocean so dark.
A once bright ship that thought it could
Oh Sunrise
What have you to say
To see the world turning
Every night and day
Oh sunrise, what miss you most
When below the line descend
and in your place a ghost
Oh Sunrise
And here I sit in solemn thought of you
A memory of what we'll never be
In thought I know what one should never do
Though heart knows not what eyes alone should see
Alas I wish that I will never show
Art is art to whom it is shown it does not need wit or pride but love and reality.
As the hands of the creator, creates the soul of the artist is put in to his art work.
Chocolate hearts and butterfly kisses,
Baby cries and big kid wishes.
Sharing cookies at snack time,
We played all day until the church bells chimed.
There was once a world of simplicity and tranquility
But man has robbed us of that ability
Progression is the obsession of today’s generation
When will we learn the needed forms of interrogation
God is the ultimate artistWith His fine, illustrative beauties of the worldThe complexities of intricacyPsychedelic impossibilityEye exploding colorsContoursContrastTime in linePast future
At last my one and only
Beloved one is he
Calling to my hearts yearning
Daring to oppose its warning
Eternity I hope we revel
For far is the distance I will travel
Great is the sea I will sail
In this darkness
Enclosing hearts in storms of hate
We search.
We search for these facets of light
Illuminating the empty spaces
We look endlessly for faces
That are not clueless
It's something that's always hard to find,
True Meaning, Self Worth, Your Place-
Breaking through the constant criticism,
Happiness is
hard to truly define-
Find literal Peace in a sea of woundrous chaos-
An elderly man
Steps out his front door, gazing
toward his letterbox.
A smile emerges
His eyes never leave the box
Why do people hope for a better tomorrow? Why do we pray that times will get better? Well the answer to those questions lies within the individual. You see, it's all about perception.
I met you inside
Had Feeling on the inside
There's no way in hell I could let you know
What was going on in me inside
I remember the night,
when we had no place to go.
Being woken up by
my weeping mother and you,
my little brother-not so little now.
There had been nights like this
for years,
The skin
that I am in
is my own
For it is something that
I could never loan
It is the bark on my bones
the shell on my back
It is the canvas of life
for the voice that I lack
I wish I could be a teddy bear Smiling no matter what Smile never leaves its face No matter how much they're drug in the mud
This wonderful gift flows through my veins like the blood that's inside me. It's not everday that a true poet is born. I write poetry because it's a way for me to escape, it's a way I can tell me about me.
I remember when poets still used ink and paper
We’d spill our hearts on the pages
But modernly, we write in any way, shape, or form
As long as emotion is present
She walked and walked, appearing to enjoy life,
But no one noticed her cuts and her strife.
She stayed up one night thinking about an unreachable bliss,
And she cried as she watched the blood drip from her wrist.
I miss the stones
That used to tap on my window
To wake me up
And sneak out with my people
I would softly laugh
As I climbed down the wall
To greet you with open arms
But now you are gone
An old man shaking a bottle to find his wife.
I think I almost saw her wave goodbye.
Hunched over the desk he no longer used.
While the meaning to life layed beneath some tatter work books.
You were the first thing I saw,
When I came into this world.
And you have been right beside me ever since.
Making sure I am always safe and out of danger.
Hoping I am happy and enjoying life.
You never took the time to see how i felt,
You simply did instead of do.
I was hurt , Heartbroken and unheard
and now im all alone.
Helpless, Defenseless and Aching .
is it love when you look me in the eyes
Then we have that long stare all for you to say
Out of the blue is "i love you"
Is it love when the one you love
comes to comfort you and lets her
Narrow is the passage that leads to your heartAnd as I search for your loveI never come close nor am I ever good enough to have itI'm still stuck out hereAnd looking in, I can see itAll that love that once was
on a paper letting your hand free
nothing important around you just me,
poetry is something that I can actuallyexpress myself
Keeping things to myself is bad for my health,
Writing everything like how you feel
We are a fast food generation, and in love with instant gratification, facing complete and utter annihilation, erasing the very blood line of the planet, look I get it, it’s easy to go to foreign countries to rape the world for its oil
A note for an in the closet bi-sexual
even if your family doesn't believe in bi-ssexuality
you believe it
because that's who you are
even if your family doesn't know about it
you do... So don't worry
Visitation Day
A long hall with locked doors on either end
Some unfamiliar face through a window has to buzz you in
In a world filled with confusion,
A plane of lies and deceit,
A realm of double standard and judgement,
I write words of truth and justice.
I write to recover missing parts of myself,
I hated you.
I cursed at you.
I clawed at the sky at times hoping that my wicked hands might scratch your face.
You hated me.
I thought you did.
Why don't I be
someone who can achieve
greatness in wealth,
in propserity, and health?
Why don't I be
something that guarantees
a home and a life
without struggles and strife?
Tears have been shed,
Fear stiffens the legs,
Spending countless seconds,
Counting regrets,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'll say it again,
I'm sorry ma lady,
I should have been then,
Seeing your engaging face brings an inner peace.
Drawings you make brings a smile on my face.
The little things are what doesn’t cease.
My joy my love nothing compares or beats
Like the sound of silence calling,
I hear your voice aloud and suddenly,
I feel I'm falling, lost in a dream.
You were everything to me,
The air that I breathe,
How has not the whole world falledIn love with such a beauty?Are we, star crossed lovers, called?I to be with a cutie? * Nightingales sing half as sweetAs you, my bird, do so speak.No.
I am in love!
I am in love with you!
I love the fact that we may never met.
I don't know your age, race, or gender, but we have a connection.
We both have read this very same book, from the soom bookstore.
Ratta - Tat - Tat
I hear you coming from your room,
“how’d you get out?” I asked
Rosy cheeks and a big grin a three year old can make,
“I climbed down” he says,
Joy, happiness, and excitement
You in body all these,
You were not acquired by accident,
You know me for who I really am,
You understand where I've been,
Accept me who I've become.
A shell containing what was hidden
Cracks open and spills ambition
No boundries
No safety
Just a spill of wild passion
Into the cruel world
The shell is no longer
"Theirs not to make reply"
"Theirs not to reason why"
"Theirs but to do and die"
It becomes theirs to listen to music brainwashing to make complacency look cool
Theirs to all drug lords and gang lords to rule
College, papers, deadlines,work
Things that people worry about
We all run through our day worrying about little things - bills, the kids, the world
It doesn't bother youIt doesn't make a differenceUntil he whispers in your earThen things change in an instantYour heart starts poundingAnd you don't know what to sayYet you know deep in your racing heart
The Neo Negroes
By: William Jones
I wake up, open my eyes
Only to find the same darkness continuing to blind
I keep praying for salvation or a revelation
I'm supposed to be where wings are made but I'm not sure how to fly yet.
When will that person come, to show me how to get to that place yet unknown?
That place where in my dreams is revealed but in life is classified.
What’s the point of exhaling,
When no one wants you to inhale
We are all a bunch of hypocrites, you know?
We say we love, but
We stab each other in the back
We say we heal, but
Her heart had lain dormant for a while,
Licking its wounds and building barriers anew.
Building barriers stronger than before,
To cage the heart
That had its first bitter taste of love,
To capture the heart
Why is it that when time flies by, dreams start to fade?
Bright butterflies in the sky shrivel up and die,
No longer is there light.
Optimism turns to pessimism,
One’s Light is barely there.
To a long lost Lover:
I've lived a wooden life for longer than I can remember,
Creaking, cracking, losing leaves and making more.
It's beginning to look like December,
I hope to see you in Spring or before.
How should one describe the world?
Is it a dandy place with clouds and swirls?
Perhaps that's what children would say.
But adults know there's bills to pay.
We all say we should go green.
When I am running
running from my problems
running from the world,
I can
Stop.
And think.
And write.
And be free.
And then maybe I can
Stop.
And see.
And know
meeting is impossible, we think sometimes,in those weak moments at 3am where we just want to hold and be held,where our voices are tired and tiny and we are missing people we do not know,
It’s the last time you’ll see him.
He’s pale with closed eyes.
He used to make you happy,
But now all you do is cry.
You cry over what was,
And what won’t ever be.
You cry because you realize
Expression is poetry
Joy and Laughter from stanzas of art
A voice that isn’t bonded by a mouth
A great art to be heard by one’s mind
Poetry lets one rise and embrace
Little girl what happened to youOnce so young and innocentBig dreams and aspirationswanted to be someone important maybeA lawyerA doctorNow all you want is to be bad
So I didn't sneak out and I didnt skip church. Thinking I was
perfect and needed to be so I was worth it. I'd condemn
people of watching bad shows, even though at the same time
Fall is about to come...
Summertime is almost gone...
Enjoy it while it lasts,
Remember all of the best...
Keep it all in the memories...
Dreams all spread by the fire flies...
Keep moving. They'll push you down and they'll put up a fight. Keep moving. They'll leave you broken and beaten. Keep moving. They'll laugh at your dreams and feed your fears. Keep moving. Until you find the one. Then stay.
Speak out!
The voice of mutes made by cries that fall on deaf ears.
The sounds of silence ringing on telephones of imagination and hopeful expectation.
Filled with dignity,
Clothed in shame.
The first time that I realized some people did not look like me
was in kindergarten when I realized that I did not look like them.
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes,
for when I am forced to exit this life and it’s temporary bliss,
I want my last sight to be of the creases and folds in your palms which have
a door opens,
but not by me.
responsibility
to respond
and receive
a fix, yet the problems
still exist. mixed
company to coupling
to troubling the waters
I open the door
To see him standing there
With a rose on the floor
And a note in his hand
He hands me the note
And I open it up
To read what he wrote
And I start to cry
A higher education
Is not just in my imagination
I believe I am called to go
So I can grow
My knowledge to a better level
Writing is the passage between conscious and soul,
Purposeful, meaningful, triumphant, and bold-
What you have when you fully express yourself,
Never second-guessing, never once pausing,
Just before the sun rose
I knew that it was coming...
Just before my heart was to explode
I knew it was coming...
The pinnacle of illumination
The illumination of my life.
For even before I met you,
It takes hours but it's worth every second,
To see the fruit of your labor grow with the effort you put in,
To even give in a minute before your work is legit?
When trouble finds you, start spittin all over it.
A certain level of joy when in love
One tragedy breaks the pure bliss
So easy: falling in love
But is it truly worth it
As I am
Not like many others who do not stray
I am but one of whom you can't clone
Whose emotional tune does not play
Triggering the thought of loneliness at will
Sacrificing myself at every turn
Burden by definition something oppressive or worrisome
And what I refuse to be
Mother I’m sorry must have said that phrase a million times
People must be stupid I’m not dropping out to kick some rhymes
Reading is wonderful 'thing'
The incessant flow of only twenty-6 letters
once you read this, or anything
your mind has experienced someone else's thoughts
These thoughts cannot be changed
Where were you when I lost my first tooth?Where were you when I first went off to school?Where were you when I learned how to tie my shoe?You weren’t there and that wasn’t fair.I needed you in my life
There once was a girl
With long brown hair
With bright blue eyes
And skin so fair
There once was a girl
With tears in her eyes
With a blade in her hand
And shaken with cries
We never missed a Fridaynot ever one at all.It was our favorite wayto talk, our favorite day to call.
We’d call each other
What it means to me....
With each and every word a story is waiting to be heard.
From heartaches to heartbreaks I write what I feel.
I feel what I write, I'll never be the same again, I can only learn from my mistakes.
When you see light breaking through the trees;
When you see hope among the distance leaves;
When you see a smile that never fades;
When you see stars in the darkest shades;
You know that feeling when you're in your room
All private and contemplative
Laying on your bed, or sitting in a chair perhaps
With all these grand and positive thoughts of glory, achievement, success
Admit it.
Clouds are more magnificent when you are floating through them.
But let us, for once, acknowledge that we were not meant to fly.
That a hundred years ago, this was all just a dream.
Where’s the Trust?
Where’s the Lust?
You said you will never leave
And all I did was believe
You were the one for me
I thought it was meant to be
This is where I want to be. Where the sun shines endlessly and the rain falls wistfully. My sweet friend! Take me back I have not left, your beating shores that beg for more. On rocks that cleft.
I knew love, i experienced it once.
Its a spell, one that is used for both good and evil.
It will either chew you up and spit you back up or it can embrace you.
Love comes in all different ways and leaves in heartbreak.
Teenage years coming to an end
Happier days to come, my friend
It's finally college time
Ready for the change
Title changes from kid to adult
Exactly what we were waiting for
You say you’re invested but you look far from interested
You say you care, but your presence is never there
For you I am a matter of convenience
But you consume my entire existence
With you? The monsters don't seem so scary.
And life? Not so tough.
You are the sunshine to my darkness.
You keep me safe beside you.
We started our journey
On a path made for two
Her love undivided;
She pledged to be true.
We strolled hand in hand,
A traveling pair.
We confided our lives
And listened with care.
If I sit you down to talk ..
will you listen ?
If I get to stating statements in a state that's real deep..
in what state will you be ?
Will you understand my level of intelect ?
You are the reason why i open my eyes,You are the one who makes me breathe,You are the reason of my survival,You are the one behind my smile...You taught me how to enjoy every moment,And what is the meaning of tolerance,You have made me strong eno
Here I amand there I was.When dress up was just a game,Ambitions a dreams coursed through my veins,And even light bright couldn't measure upto the surreal ambience that encompassed my life.
A blank sheet, a blank sheet, waiting for me to give it meaning.
A blank mind, wanting to express, wanting to let it all out,
Where do I start?
I start here.
A mind, a heart, aching to be heard.
Dancing words, painted masks all passing by
Hazy thoughts, painful thoughts
Thrown past my eyes.
Three rings on the ground
Why don’t you come and give it a try?
Mirrors all around blurred,
Each day is just a gift,
That's why we call it present,
That's why each day we smile,
And think things are so pleasant.
But deep beneath the surface,
Lies all the living secrets,
Never give up,
Always look up.
Strength and courage are all within you.
All the light is inside of you.
Never let anyone bring you down,
Never let anyone make you drown
In this world full of obstacles,
the bottle sipped from your lipsintoxicating virtueleaving me to emergeas the art of an alcoholic.
(breathe sigh)
girls soaked in ginurged me to use my inside voice.
im living in a corrupt countrypoliticians abusing power , money is something they want from mesince im young and a minority their out to hunt methey want to plant drugs on me , or catch me with a gun , seewe can find strands strands in dna but sti
You never know how much you have
Or if you will survive
Time is of the essence
How long you'll stay alive
A sacred unknown fate
All depends on the ticking clock
A star-studded calendar and meeting the sun every day at seven cannot curve the blowOf the fact that we are learning the unspoken of moving apart.I miss you.
I took a shot of poison
but I prefer the pencil, paper, and pen
Yet
Every now and then
I take a shot of poison
when ifeel like I'm doing everything wrong
Then a feeling tells me
Life is good
Loss of a brotherHow can one forget?Video games and wrestlingGone in a sec.BrotherMy dear brotherI miss youMom did tooYou're in a better placeFar passed space.
His girlfriend never picks up the phone,
Every day he comes home alone.
The bills greet him as he walks in the door,
Reminding him that he is poor.
School loans still have to be paid,
My life; I am
always a toy,
a transient plaything.
Sometimes hazardous, needing to be recalled.
Sometimes subservient, appeasing..
Always shuffled along, eventually.
He swaggered in.
When I close my eyes all I can see is your face wanting to get me.
That's why I write
When I go to lay in bed at night all I can feel is your hands on me.
That's why I write
Polar Opposites
By Amanda G
Blood connects me to you, and you to me.
You are my dear brother, my lifelong friend.
Two halves from a whole, the same age are we,
The sea breeze slices through the blaring music,
attacking the alien disturbance,
penetrating my personal bubble,
making me feel alive.
Salty breaths ripple against my neck
A girl and her family sat on a wall,
That was the bridge that connected them all,
The dam that allowed for happiness to flourish
Mistakes to be blown off
Smiling family moments could be captured
My breath loses thought, but my brain is reeling through images and I swear it won't ever stop.
A dose of fear catches hold of me at least once a day.
I do not write
I express what is dormant
this is not a poem
these are words formatted
from the grievings in my soul
the depths of which that is so persecuted
attacks my flesh for opening the door
For so long i struggled with unhappiness.
Looking into the mirror, wishing the pigment of my skin was just a tad bit fairer
That if so life would be a lot easier.
For me, just living wasn't even worth it
Many dream of popularity, riches, and wealth,
but what they overlook is the guidance to the right of your shelf.
Act like this, act like that, and be who you see,
but life isn't all about being who you percieve.
Emerald jewels tucked in between blades of swaying grass.
They gleamed as the sun shone through the clouds.
Those few, rare moments of warm sun lighting up the countryside,
As it has rehearsed so many times before.
a cluttered studio
full of only art
how does so many ideas exist?
we sit down at a worn wooden table
pulling out some moist red clay
Her eyes light up like a dark woodland jewel,
The glow in her cheeks has no wish to cool,
Her heart beats swift as a pheasant takes flight,
In autumn we looked for deer skullswith our palms outstretched,thinking that if we were deerwe’d long for children to collectfragments of our bodies in armfuls -wrap them up like sea glass,
Did you ever get the chance to be with someone for such a little time? Someone funny.... Someone full of life.... Someone you love, And loves you back. Someone who makes you realize time is precious, very precious. That ev
I
Must quit
Desiring the
Love that can
Only be discovered
Hidden in the ink and
Heard through the words
Whispered between the pages.
A love like that is reserved for princes
Angel, oh angel,Why have you forsaken me,Cast me out for nothing,Thrown me to the ravenges of the dark?All this pain,All this torture,For a simple change in thought?Do you know not what I feel,
Cast me down, I say,For I am not of good nature.Cast me out, I cry,For I am nothing but a shell.Cast me forth to earth, I beg,For you shall hurt me here.I will not be an angel,Nay, but I am a fiend.
Fire is the only destructionThat leads to new life after death.Like the rebirth of a phoenix,Everything green rises from the ashesOf an already deceased object.Fire is the end,And the beginning,
My heart is red,
From all my love,
The one who heard
a message from god.
A noble child
who gives me his hand,
with love and glory,
He will stay until the end.
Words are made of feelings,
A breeze on a summer night.
Words are made of real things,
Fire from a candlelight.
Piled together... just words?
Or something a little deeper?
Your life is art
The deep, icy blue of your eyes
And how they glisten amidst a gorgeous, ivory canvas
That canvas is wrinkled with the lines from your smiles
But I would never straighten it out
I think you've stolen her heart. If only she could take it back. Do you even know what you've done to her? She'll sneak a glance at you ever so innocently, waiting for that moment your eyes meet. It makes her smile but you pull away too quickly.
When you go,
you stay alive.
Inside is thriving,
Boiling.
I need to scream!
I bleed and you leave.
But when you return
I will be full.
Heavy.
You will be the one to scream,
Aggress! Aggress!
There is one place
A place I see
A place I always end up
I am not a child or a house wife
I am a woman from the rib perhaps
Of goddess divine for sure
Baby i love your smile and your beauty
And i love it when i see you it makes me weak
Baby i want to be whereever you are
And i get so lost looking at your beauty
And i wanna give you my heart and so much more
When so many things
are going through my head
I use Poetry to get them out
or it'll come out in the wrong way
The only acting I'm good at
is when I write
I can play a killer, an outcast,
Kids cryin’ and dyin’
Whites and colors never getting along
How did everything go wrong?
Have you ever seen a troubled Mexican girl walking alone?
Or a little boy behind a glass on the phone?
You see, I have
Dedicated To: My Grandmother
Our time together has been like taking a trip
around this amazing world.
Taking our eyes and seeing it in a
old but new perspective.
Too proud for love,
But the way your eyes squint when you laugh makes me think about all of the beautiful things,
So I stick to the script I didn't want to play,
Tell me how you feel when the wind gets strong enough to blow you over.
Why do I try?
Taking in everything that's happened,
How do I forget?
It'll blow over and everything will seem fine,
It was a silent night I could hear my heart pounding from the inside,
It poured from my lips and wrote from my fingers,
For I will never love another as much as this one,
Everything in the past seems like a lovely blurr,
I’m over all the dramaI’m over all the liesI’m over all the heartacheAnd I’m over all the cries I’m done with this whole thingAnd I’m ready to move onI’m glad you already did It shows what can be done And one day when you think of meAs I’m sure I’
as if looking at you were not enough, my heart does skip a beat in time to you. when i beheld you i instantly knew, your love would make me your most treasured buff. for this cannot be love's truest hour, mere impulse is your specialty, my dear.
I wish I could just hear what your heart is thinking.
I wish I could just see what your seeing.
I wish I could just lay where you were lying.
I wish I could be yours.
I wish I could be your one and only.
Suffering inside with this emotion,
Knowing that this love is impossible.
My feelings, disrupted, like the ocean.
I wish you weren't so admirable.
I love your unique personality,
When you touch my shoulder I feel a burst of emotions.
My voice changes like inhaling helium.
My hands and legs start to dance.
My brain freezes.
My heart stops beating.
My eyes turn black.
When you look at me,what do you see? A girl with big aspirations and untouchable dreams? A girl who would give you the world if only she could? A girl with an ingrained need to be better,and help others do the same?
What does poetry mean to me
Poetry is the air I breathe
Poetry is the words that feedMy soulTo make me whole
Poetry is what makes me blossomIn the middle of spring
The last time I even tried to do this, i didn't finish the story I intended to share.
Though it seems to be a little less than a year ago, it felt like centuries.
I mean everything is just so different.
These haunting memories refuse to go away; making life more difficult day by day. I remember the happy times, when my heart was unshattered, and his love was all that really mattered. looking in his eyes lightened up my soul with liberation, ho
For my first offspring im prepared to raise a prince
So he dnt make the same mistakes I made ima give him hints
Tell him you can achieve anything you want
but remember that everything isn't for everyone
I have no shame in my interests
I give everything a chance like its something I can't miss
Poetry wasn't one of those things
I used to think it was like an essay or something boring
there was a boy with eyes like the ocean
who smiled at everyone
and girls loved him
and he was everyone's friend
there was a boy with eyes like the ocean
who i never thought i'd love
You’ve seen me through times good and bad
Through thick and thin, through glad and sad
You’ve never ever left my side
No matter what fate did decide
You’re sweet, you’re kind, you’re beautiful
Live life
Give strife
Repent sin
Through thick or thin
Show them love
Through Him above
Lead them all
Before we fall
Show Him off
Before last cough
Guide them well
I've been pushed my entire life
Pushed down
Pushed around
Pushed off
Pushed away
Pushed by school
Pushed by friends
Pushed by family
even pushed by me.
I pushed what I wanted,
I want someone to be afraid to loose me
Someone who will randomly grab me in their arms and tell me im beautiful
Its the little things that matter the most
Random cute pictures, playing kissing games
1
You are lying in bed with
your fingers over your heart
(like you are dead but blinking
in and out like
the fireflies outside the window)
and you are listening to your mother calling.
Poetry is
Calm before the storm,
Rain down a window pane.
Sunshine on newly fallen snow,
Wind between the leaves of trees.
Poetry is
Our best kept secrets,
Our worst experiences.
There lays a figure behind you
That you carry everywhere you go
When you turn around that’s what you turn to
Because that’s really all you know
Tell me, what is the difference between savage and masochist?
Perverted activists hurting women and then they claim it's an accident
Accident? Would I spit on woman's face and then call her my wife,
Time is temporary
Short in its permanence
Infinite in appearance
People live
Dying to carve their permanent mark
Dragging their knife through the flesh of life
Hoping to leave scars as screams
angels here,
angels there,
angels above her snow white hair
they rest in peace as you shall too
so you can sleep the whole night through.
She wanted it more than anything.Nothing could slow her down.Slight mistakes wouldn’t even sting.And in the end she’d be wearing the crown.
That’s not quite right.Just a minute too slow.That’s what they tell her,As if she doesn’t already know.
"You're almost done."That's what they say,A loaded gun pointed my way.Now its time for work, not play.
Why is it things can never stay the same?Everything constantly changing,I need a timeout in this gameBefore I yell out, screaming, raging.When things finally seem like they're going as planned;
I'm sitting here in this empty houseListening to the hard rain pound on the roofWondering why you're not here.It's going to be way worse without you,I want this to change,
Before you were gone I imagined the way it'd feel,But it's all so different when I know it's real.You feel so close, yet you've gone so far.I remember your blue eyes twinkling like a shining star.
“All I need is a red rose
To see her dance upon her toes,
But in my garden there is none,”
The student cried up to the sun.
Lying in a nest above
Sat a bird inspired by love.
I ask myself "who do you want to be?"/
Be the best emcee making hella money?/
Or become the lyricist who can make a few funnies/
Act like a dummy but impress with my cunning/
My vocab isn’t that great/
Its as if you feel invincible
Or maybe you don’t feel at all
It’s as if I’m the only one
That you’ve ever seen fall.
Maybe she’s perfect
But maybe I’m worth it
I won’t let you down
Her home was built around a tree.
That’s the last place where she saw me.
After her husband passed away
There wasn’t much that I could say.
Love is funny,
don't ya think?
I met you once,
and stopped to blink.
Is this for real?
or is it fake?
We hung out never,
yet life's at stake.
You kissed me millions,
I
Love the way you stop everything and
Orderly tell me to sit back down, listen
Very closely to
Everything
You have to say in
Order for me to
Understand your world.
You're blind but you see ever so clearly,
you're ill but in ways you're perfectly fine.
You're deaf, but you hear so close, so nearly.
You're warm but send me shivers down my spine.
Aboslutely nothing is wrong,
besides the fact that my head is spinning,
my knees are shaking,
my eyes are rolling,
and my tongue is turning.
Absolutely nothing is right,
because my mind tells me
F**k the old me, I’m the new me, a past life full of groupies/
Controlled by tv and movies, "b***hes and money" is what I need, see my greed?/
Sex was to join the cool kids, sit at their table, and power enabled/
I’ll miss your face, leaving this place/
an empty space, but full of grace/
Living your way, For another day/
I cannot stay, I gotta fly away/
My struggles are hard to muster
I feel like nobody understands me
My struggles dull my luster
like rust to something shiny
I though I was a normal kid
living the suburban life
Now I'm black man
Nature's most beautifulest cravings, desire of lustful emotions. Pupils dilated, heart racing temperature rises, sweat falling, She loves him but he loves what hes getting. We all want it when its coming our way.
When I was just a young girl, kindergarten perhaps.
I loved to be with my grandmother, As she sang during my naps.
Disappointment ‘round every corner
Burnt bridges unsafe to venture
No top hats like the frog of Warner
Just utter sadness, until the need for dentures
Pitiful attempts to leave the nest
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
Adorned with dark brown skin
The constant teases as if it was a sin
A Sin that my melanin was a little more defined
Baby grass sprouting their wings
Listening to the wind as it sings
Flowers that spin and toil
The flowing steam that is slick as oil
Elderly trees so tall and strong
What is Fate?What is the fate of man?
Is war the definition of man?Are we the embodiment of evil?Or is war the epitome of all life?
Many fear that the answer will come too late.
Teach me the words that romance your soul.
I need to know how to take control
Of your emotions, well yours and mine,
Before at the seams I start to unwind.
I just can't stop the speed of my mind
She's been hurt
Always been treated like dirt
But never shed tears
She had fears
She stayed a strong woman
But no knew who she really was
Her smile hid behing that pain
All my life, it's been a journey. A constant struggle up hill, against the constant tide that only seems to bring me further from shore.
In my dreams,
I awake from reality ,
And escape to my fourth dimension,
Where I find peace and clarity,
And run away with good intention.
In my dreams,
No one can stop me,
There it is, you see it. THERE. There it is again. How did you not see it?!
How could no one have seen it..... comming?
Glaring at all of us with those eyes.
Eyes that reflect truth, life, reality, discovery, and.....
If you asked me my true desire
My tongue would retract and my words would expire
Because when it comes to me and wishes
I won’t deny I’m superstitious
See I'm afraid that what you ask for you'll get
I miss the way you made me feel
Like all the world was so surreal.
We’d hug and laugh, and cry and frown
You turned my world upside down.
And here we are 3 years down the road
I come from a long line of Scots
The kind that drink and hate
Their failed dreams
The kind that love
With hitting and name-calling
The kind that don’t change
I forgot
Those times I sat on my bed and cried, And sobbed my losses after all I tried
And you sat by my side and held me tight
You spoke comforting words to make things right.
She tried to console me but her arms felt like chains, they were cold and skinny and mean like chains.
I told her she didn't care and I meant it, I felt that she was never there and I believed it.
MY KNIGHT
I’ve always dreamt
And daydreamed
That one day
God would send me
A knight in shinning armor
A man so kind
So caring
So loving
Someone who would give their life
I trying hard to live in this life
but this life is living in me
i dont know what more i can take
or who i can be
Society is a sin
Voilating Gods will which we cannot
So you ask me why I write...
You want to know why I do what I do?
So here, how about I give you a clue,
I am an emotional volcanoe just waiting to erupt,
but not in the way you may think, I don't live to dectruct
I look to you for hope, I look to you for love, I look to you in times of desperation, Where there is none to give, I need your holy presence, For I come to loose the way, And when I do I learn to love, Loving greater than before, A love so grand
Pain is here, Pain is there, Pain is almost everywhere, You're looking here and looking there, But all you find is fear, For you realize you are the one who tears. The one who tears is pain, And all shall know his name.
Amber skies warn of a coming
Tribal drums sound with a drumming
The fox has finally won with a cunning
It's funny how you make me feel
A kid at heart
A fool in love
my head stuck in the clouds above
I like the way you make me feel
It's 2am
I hear the phone ring
The things of this world, we know not what we are, we go through the motions,
Never so much as considering the vastness of this life, the beginning and end seem as night
Eight months ago, I watched you walk away,Leaving me breathless in the worst of ways.I sat there listening, holding my chin highAll the while, knowing a piece of me would die.
Love is compassion
Love is deep
Love is pain
Pain is Love
Love is how I feel
Love is what I feel, you are how I feel
Your love is what I desire
Your heart is what I want.
-You lie through your teeth
When it comes to how-are-you’s
“I’m good” or “I’m okay,”
Is what you’d instead say
-Feeling lonely day by day
Not that you weren’t alone in the first place
I can smell it.
It makes my stomach
growl, yet churn.
My mouth begins to water,
as I take in the scent.
I refuse it,
the urge to taste.
I have the strength.
I will reach my goal.
laughter is music for the soul,
it brings joy to all who hear it.
laughter is the rhythem of the heart,
which encompasses everyone within it's reach.
even in the worst of times,
laughter will still engulf you
you always said you loved me.
I was never sure how true it was.
You yelled and called me names,
and I never told you how much it hurt.
You said' you'd take care of me,
but how can you really watch me,
It's all up to me now.. my future is mine to hold. To determine now before I grow old. If I do not work for it it will not be there for me.
no, everything's not fine.
that much is obvious.
the feeling of pain,
you enjoy it.
the reason why?
I don't know.
you say it'll all be fine
but you don't know that.
You pretend like nothing's wrong with this,
you simply like the pain.
With others you're happy and bubbly,
yet once you return home
you're transformed to another being.
You wrist becomes a board for cutting,
When I see you,
the butterflies go crazy.
Flying and fluttering,
Telling me the obvious.
You smile and wave,
Seemingly thrilled to see me,
and I can't help
but smile and wave back,
I don’t write, I listen.
I don’t have the talent, or skill, or natural linguistic ability
I don’t converse fluidly with ease of speech
I stumble over phrases and ideas though I know in my head exactly what I mean
If I could change one thing about my past
It wouldn’t be me loving you, or the amount of time and effort I invested in you...
It would be the oceans waves that washed against this brown beach
Laughs, little lady luring
Lords loose livelihoods listening
Lavished languorous
Lying lips lucious
Left low, lovesick, lonely, longing
Once with her hair down
She sat and waited in her chambers
She listened for his tell tale footsteps
The sound of his horse
And she let him in through the window
As the sunlight slips between my fingertipsI watch the shadows fallThey fall in lacy breaths over my skin,Making darkness and light seem so intricate
I am the girl your mother warned you about -
that when you're done with the easy lays
in beds that never get used to your shape -
You'll look up from your third drink
and see me standing there, patient,
For the longest time
We wonder
What it is that's out there
Forced into the world
I am new
I am young
Dreaming off of the ground
My best days are filled with fear
I miss hugs and kisses,I miss the warmth of a loving embrace,I miss a home cooked meal loaded with butter and seasoning,I miss arguments that always end in tears and hugs,But most of all I miss Granny.
Patient and silent, I will wait
Shrouds of shinister figures, beckoning
Cloaked in darkness, I will wait
Into the depths of the forboding abyss
Neither friend nor foe, I will wait
OH, EXCUSE ME
Let me dig myself a hole,
lace it with insincerity and senioritis
and fill it to the brim with misery
Allow me to proceed
to throw myself in this vacancy in the ground
They hiss,
They scream,
Sometimes lower
Than a whisper,
Other times louder than
A foghorn.
Since childhood they
Have haunted his
Mind.
They are difficult to handle
When I look at my life as an outsider would, I see that it looks rather boring.
Dull.
Insignificant.
The fact of the matter is, I am not a genius
An athlete
A prodigy
poetry its lyrics to your favorite song
its the tangerine sun set to a hot day
its a lover that can never leave you
its your voice in the silence
your way out of life
your escape from the madness
When you're a man who loves a manPeople don't want to understandThey chain you down to black and whiteAnd tell you those are your rights
When you're a man who loves a manPeople don't want to understandThey chain you down to black and whiteAnd tell you those are your rights
Summer in TampaBy Kelley Stead
In June the city has a feverIt sweats road rage and miseryThe people, sick to death of heatForget their manners and chivalry
Normal,You're normal,You're just like all the restA number stamped across the pageA statistic on a testThe SAT's just like a treeThey said climb and do your bestBut little did those people know
I saw the hurt in her eyes.
He was exactly like me.
She was exactly like him.
The lack of eye contact,
The sincere desire to make it work.
The lack of feelings.
The mourning process.
You make me
So angry sometimes
That I wish I didn't know you
And we never met
But at the same time
You make me so happy
And in my heart I know
That I'm better with you
There came a time
In the month of enriched
Ebony Skin
I was called to right
A poem
Not knowing this journey
That lied within
I took the time to become
Entwined with the words in my mind
I wondered as I walked on
Thinking,
"Where am I going?"
Don't we all wonder?
I wandered and pondered the question
Wracking my brain
In an attempt to find
Answers.
The night flies past meMocking my sanityI scream silentlyPleading to the moon
My cries fall upon deaf earsI am again left to my selfWho is this with meA person I do not know
I stare at your glowing face in the light of the moonI wonder where it is the person I loved has goneWhat has happened to our loveI also look into the space where your heart,the heart which beat so strong and true,
I wrote this one at the age of 12.
This one goes out to my daddy, cause hes my best friend.
I know we always be tight until the very end.
Sometimes I loose everything and he is all I've got.
Unrequited love
“Man’s reach exceeds his grasp”
Once again I’m left gasping for air
Drowning in a sea of self-made sorrow
One Day I will be gone
And one day my grandchildren will be wandering around
Being nosey like children usually are
And they will stumble across their Meemaw’s journal
And being curious like children usually are
Just one quick motion,
One quick slit down the wrist.
That’s all she needed to ease her pain
She never considered how others felt
How I felt
I thought that I could light the darkness that grew in her heart
A thud
A bang
A walk to a room
A mother in pain
A father drunk with machismo
A son with fear and hate in his heart
A threat against a life
A broken family
A time to take charge
There are times when I always felt like giving up,
But I always thought about my family and I stand up and try again,
I sometimes would get hurt from others that I deeply care about,
i watch the raindrops slide downi watch the cold creep upi watch the day turn to nightand i know i'm dying on the insidei want to tell you you're the onethe only one i lovebut i can't seem to find the words
The algae, the moss, and the mud.
While they could never understand the chemical reactions going on inside our heads,
They remain ever accepting of our presence.
I miss you now, but hold my tears
Knowing you're there through all my fears.
These days seem dark and filled with gloom,
Woven with trouble on a weaver's loom.
But through the clouds I see a ray,
Lonely Night
When I look at the see I only sea me,
Nothing special, Nothing true.
I wonder through the sand
Dragging my feet in the blue,
To my surprise
a little white shell caught my eyes
Is it really worth it?
The heartache the pain that you leave behind.
Is it really worth it?
A mother who has to bury a child, do you really want that?
Can you see what you will cause?
All I wanted was to feel wanted
All I wanted was your love
All I wanted was your touch
But instead I was left
Hurt
Disgusted
And Used
My aunt would take me to the bookstoreeach time she had a miscarriage.
She would browse through each row,immersing herself in the pages and words and letters,trying to lose herself.
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.
They say, love is complex..
that's complexity found in the emotions that are reaching at the brain, flowing into the heart but his definition fails to leave the lips of the one who's in love.
Once, I went on an evening stroll.
A man came from my right,
smiling right into my soul
I could tell this was no normal night.
For this man greeted me with a flower
Orange...
It's the color of you
You always wore it
It's the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
As our orange bookbags
Why I write? I write because you told me to
Because you encountered history and literature but never met a pen or page
His presence fills my days, his smile gives the perfect touch to my life he has become a habit, an addiction, and my heart has been passed with an overdose of love.
Depression hurts It is not the latest trend to be snapped up by the eager massesIt is a false faced monster that swallows up its prey without mercyIt is not a pretty jewel to add to a crowned head
World without hate
Is one without fright
One where the darkness
Is diminished by the light
One where all people
Are happy at peace
And discrimination
Has finally ceased
I want to show you my writings
how my heart spills onto paper.
I want you to look into my eyes
and gaze into my soul.
I want you to read my lips
to hear what's in my head.
She's a senior now while I just graduated.
I'm leaving.
She looks so cute when she smiles, so I try to make her laugh.
I'm leaving.
We haven't even talked that much, I'm just getting to know her.
It's funny how your anger gets you into somethin' that is nothin'.
You say I'm trippin but I'm just dippin' in that kool-aid you been sippin'.
Which was my flavor that you liked, but somethin'didn't turn out right.
Nothing last forever,
The oceans will dry,
Leaves and flowers wither,
Monuments fade, and men do too.
What is life will not stay,
What is death grants only reprieves,
Imagine being in a life of big fame,where your sisters borderline genius, and your brothers big game. And your last name drives the city insane cause they'll do anything to walk in your shoes for one day
sounds great right?
He's sweet gentle and kind,/ he makes me feel like were alone/ his eyes so blue left me blind, when I see him my emotions show/ it looks as if he knows my story/ even when he's not looking at me/ when he's around his friends, he thinks he has all
Painful memories my heart storesLooking for a way through these doorsFinding my way back into the lightUsing up all of my mightBut when the darkness is backAll I see is black
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window,
It’s louder friend only seconds behind.
They bring me no fear,
No wariness, no excitement.
Poetry: vent of the burdened, lost, and decieved,
so many spirits lifted, I have seen.
An art that has saved so many lives,
and helped you see through evil's lies.
It has reminded us that no one can bring us down,
Within a box of silent white
Filled with rays of fluorescent light
A somber bed, a chair of regret
Beeping and wheezing, a morose duet
Echoing anguish from adjacent tombs
Thy love is all I will ever need,
Neither food nor water because love is a seed.
A seed which grows into fruitful passion;
Not influenced by money, society or beauty;
Only by true love and compassion.
A glance or glare,
A wave or smile,
A bet or a dare,
A wrong number that you dialed...
Through a stranger or an aquaintance,
Through friends or family,
Through an accident or a coincidence,
I’m heart broken,
Playing more games, this is my last token,
But I got change
Emotions never spoke.
I’m neck deep in pain, so I’m always choking
My heart remains as empty as the dark canyons of your spirit. If not for your words I’d be blind to your thoughts; for they are forever hidden from the eyes of onlookers.
The only time I conquorThe only time I fightThe only time I feel, is only when the time is right.If I am human, and if I am true...Why do I feel nothing but when it is felt by you?Emotionally stable?
What do I stand for?
I dont know anymore.
I used to stand for family.
but It fell before me.
then I stood for hope.
Yeah, that was a joke.
Next came my parents happiness.
That was my weakness.
Look into your heart- feel the connection of my being. Look into your soul- remind yourself what I am seeing.
It seems to me,
that every girl wakes up.
These girls hope that today they will finally be swept off their feet.
It doesn't matter where they go.
There is always a chance...
This is why, everywhere we go,
I sit here staring
At a blank piece of paper
Trying to think of a poem
I wish they made this easier.
I need to write a poem
About anything they say
But I just can’t get thoughts into words
What you cannot see will hurt you.
What you cannot see will bite.
You fear your eyes are opening,
So squeeze them tighter,
Block the light.
What you cannot see is beautiful.
2 houses, opposite sides of the world
4 parents constantly fighting
6 brothers dirty and wrestling
5 sisters always borrowing
The eldest child is the guinea
The youngest is just spoiled
Staying up every night
sleeping in every morning
The amazing embrace or rain
that come down warm and pouring
With it’s magnificent sunsets
always orange, purple, and pink
We pull up in our truck
beach boys pour out of speakers
our surfboards in back
race to the sound of the waves crash
Surfers gather all around
like the seagulls on the buoys
Ten to keep me smiling
ten to keep me strong
all my little sheep
could never do me wrong
each one is a gift
each a divine creation
they are all themselves
and all of them, my salvation
hands create the apperance,
words pour from my veins
imaginative for my imagination,
i can't even explain. The plane
that marks the x on the
spot is my treasure. The pen and my words.
Let’s go to cloud nine together.
I’ll get the ladder; you’ll get the wine and cheese.
With parachutes on our backs, we’ll climb as we please.
Why did you have to love me?
I can promise you that it’s nothing against you. But, I turn away because I keep love close, maybe too close, and I think that I will only remember and love you.
A Rose with no thorns The favorite of the Sun, she bloomed like no other. Many a spring ago. Years have passed. And in this hidden spring, a cool wind blew. While the Sun left to rest. The old rose was now all alone. Except for a bud, hi
We are the wild reckless youth
Dismissing any thought to atone
Ignorant to the lessons of couth
We hide amid a collapsing throne
I fly in excess over the sun,
Ready for a rapture that does not come.
Although I travel in great speed,
It is I who has all the power and need,
To survive in the path of demons and evil things.
I want to be happy for others and sometimes I am, but it is my fortune in life that I must stand, I cannot take when omeone feels strain for me, it's paints the worse how I made my entry.
Why is it so hard to love you?When deep down inside I know I should.You left me behind.So to love you, I don't think I could.You said you were going to be there for me.You said you cared.
Laying here now, alone at lastThe world slows down from seeming so fastA break from reality at the hint of nightTime to let go of what I hold to so tight
(poems go here)never look back at your past,
the past is past,
and nothing at last,
lool into the future
for what you might see,
is you and me forever
We've always really talked but not like this, never nonstop, feelin like a couples first kiss, such blissand emphasis put on one simple thing, talking, stalking eachothers words like a predator to its prey and I pray that these actions stay the sa
(poems go here)l couldn't belive after all the wishes
you made,you broke me as a car,
it hurt so deep in heart like sea,
it cut like a knife, but wounds heal.i will move
on with my life......unfaithfull lover.
It was the hottest summer of the year.Elysium had no job or life to bear,so she made a choice to volunteer for a duty tour to Iraq.She had no idea what the summer would bring,
From the beginning,
They told me I didn’t have a chance at living.
Born premature,
It was said to be sure,
That I would be,
Blind.
Deaf.
Ill.
Challenged.
Beneath rusted swings and burnt yellow slides
That curved between laughter and orange horizons
Laid her hand in his sweaty palm
She leaned her head on his undeveloped chest
Magnolias before they bloom,
Your words,
they tear me apart
taking my innocence.
'Just this once'
and a million more.
A promise broken
where's the truth?
On my knees
I beg and plead.
It's not enough
It was a question that plagued me even in my dreams and begged for a reply
Why haven’t we changed?
Obscure, it seemed it was, when a stranger approached me
Darkness
It creeps around me
It surrounds me
Everything is dark
Hurt and pain engulf me
They rearrange my story
There is no hope
I open my eyes to find
a glimpse of something.
People, formicating over the sidewalk.
Life's gold leaflets are turning.
Ignorance is a forest of constricting ivies, blinding blues and greens, and a lustful burgundy.
She was born weak and fragile
Son tiny and full of joy
Ode to her starving soul
As she aged, became confused and mentally abused
Always called ugly, stupid , dumb, and even worthless
Monster!
He’s a wreck.
Feeling like things aren't right and there’s no escape.
His feelings overwhelm.
That’s why he’s a monster…
Freshman year you bought my lunch
You’d think that would give me a hunch
Two years later we became best friends
No one dreamt it would ever end
Closer and closer, as if planned
Darkness fills the air, hiding the light of day. Dull harmonies set the mood, the sound of joy so far away. All the terror hidden within the architecture of clarity. Colorful shadows over the eyes, shades of purple and black most times.
The abandonment that I have experienced,
no other should feel.
Enjoy your family, if not for you.
Do it for the peole like me.
People who have no mother to say "I love you".
He loved her as one loves a goddess.
She was his Aphrodite
a beautiful virgin goddess to be loved and adored.
He felt the sunlight itself radiating from her
and casting its glow across all that she touched.
I slip into a dream
Every time I wake up
Of happiness, sadness,
Love, and lust.
I look at the map,
Take a glance at the sun,
And follow the path.
To God's glory I run.
Sweet sapphire eyes
behind happy eyes,
A true girl cries.
She silently weeps for
The poor,
The hungry,
The living,
and the dead.
Why does it hurt but feels so good.
Holding on , clawing not wanting to let go , I fall when i look in your eyes.
Who knew that I would need this thing called love so much.
What is Love. You are love .
You came into my life changing everything I had.
The good turned to better, and my days are no longer sad.
I love you more than I'll ever be able to show,.
When I think of you my face gets a glow.
The Sun rises,
Birds fly,
a man missing both legs
-he runs-
better than me,
better than you,
but WHY?
a poem can make me Somedays,
another will bother me relentlessly,
I watch them fly away
My hopless heroes
The only ones I've ever known
Scortched capes torn to shreds trialing behind them
They don't go to save the day
They've lost too many times
Tally marks are used by many to count
the shots they’ve taken.
I use no measure to know how much
has been taken from this glass.
The liquid fills and swashes in my
What's the meaning of the word Love?
When you say it too early is it awkward?
If you say it too late will you be alone?
Why do you say this word and feel happy?
Does this word bind you to that person?
Love always has Its way
Like a child crying to play
It holds the sunlight from a summer’s day
And chooses when to hide it, or give it away
One night I feel the falling rain
Drowning out the moonlit night.
Gloomy thoughts of fierce betrayal
Linger on my mind.
(Shadow Dance)
Hallucinations of my pride
Give me the strength to fall.
The frail chrystal of my parents' love for each other had cracks in it long before it finally broke that day Mom stormed out of the apartment leaving behind glittering jagged shards of something that was once maybe beautiful.
High School is almost over.
And recently I have been getting asked the big question,
What do I want to be when I grow up?
I smile and answer, "I don't know yet"
The Mirror
Shoots it's rainbow daggers throughout the hall.
It is three in the afternoon
And I am faced
With the mirror.
It blocks the path. Knowing
Taunting with my own face
why do others discriminate
we are all the same in basic ways
we all need
Love and
Compassion and
Friendship
embrace others' differences because
we are all beautifully the same in the end.
In a nook in the foyer, almost unseen, is a gleaming table.
Except for the light blanket of dust, the wood is bare.
Atop it, a polished frame hides in the shadows.
Even when everybody else falls,
I'll still be standing.
Even when the sun sets,
I'll still be shining,
Like the stars above
Or the glistening in the sea,
I'll shine bright
Life is for dreamers
And I’m a huge believer
Always taking the chance
To make my dreams come true
Going through struggles as I’m on my way
And never looking back because I’m here to stay
I tell myself if 18 years ago, you decided to take that trip to the clinic i wouldn't be mad at you/ you had three kids already, the youngest was just starting school/ but you provided for us all and i commend you for that./ for your life sac
Oh, from the pain and woe of our distance,
To the rollercoaster of emotion in our reunion.
The growing excitement, that turns to gnawing anxiety
When I asked about the important people they said:
The poet is useless
The musician insane
The artist waste time
The dancer the same
Doctors make us better
Officers keep us safe
What happened to America?
The land of the free, the home and the brave
Now it just feels like we're worshipping idols
Stuck in sin
And we're slaves
Marriage doesn't matter anymore
Not to the world
A warm spring breeze blows across the sky,Lifting dandelion seeds, gently high.Blowing them across the vast, green plains,Blowing them pass the rumblin' train.A dandelion landed near the blue sea,
I used to be bound by the past
But when I was fourteen
At last
Finally there was a way out
Someone helped me
Happiness filled me
Inside and out
My church family really cared
Sometimes I feel like the waves in the ocean;
calm and violent
strong and deadly
My mind is a tsunami
thoughts, ideas, revelations
i cannot fathom
The barrier is broken and the
fiberglass bits embeddedin the tractionless soles of yoursun bleached,barely green,high topsglimmer like tiffany + co.rings bought for high maintenance,self-absorbed, city-slickin'prisses.
People go and come As shadows on a full moon night Serve the purpose of wondering Where and what they have become Never to be seen or heard from again Leave a scar in your life That will...
When you see a pretty face
When you see a shining smile
Does everyone see that same thing?
When some one is crying blood
My love for you
Is stronger than a spell
My love for you
Will keep you from hell
My love for you
Shall keep going strong
My love for you
Is sweeter than a song
My love for you
Patience is a virtue;
To know you is to love you.
Yet still I cannot help but feel,
To me you will reveal,
Your hopes, your dreams,
Yet presently I know not your name!
I will wait and I will laugh,
Smoldered eyes stare back in a glaze
Her purple lips and skin like a maze
The icy touch of Death is bare
The color of death in her strands of hair
Her flesh now paler than snow
As she lie in her grave below
What's the difference between adding an A.
Taking away the "ER"
Now what is left to say?
We have so many rules as to when to say it
But then we get happy over being called a bad b...
One heart, honestly for Ben 's prideOne heart, for the times we cryedOne heart, gotta stay alive...trying to surviveOne heart, honestly for my heart beatsOne heart, crying for the love seeping
school is freedom from the pain at home.
school is a test before entering the world.
Don't take it as "too hard" ,but as a challenge!
Shes hurting.
Struggling to see the bright side of the night.
Always seems to be asking the lord why? Always trying to put up a fight.
In a cloud of disappointments , she doesnt see a reason to be here.
I try to hide you, but just to keep you safe.
Safe away, in a warm & loving space.
close to me is where you shall always stay, don't wonder off for without you I'd go insane.
I can only exist,
or I can live.
Oh but living sounds so dangerous.
Stepping outside of the box,
quitting holding the past tightly to my chest.
letting go.
No.
Its to scary, its disturbing even.
So let me tell you, it started with this girl,
you already heard alll the shawty stories but yo son let me tell you about this one girl.
Shawty tall like model, didnt know why she aint go on ANTM
I will run into fields of
sun that will illuminate all my
scars
and prove to the
demons
that I know what it feels like
to
shine.
Because the Dark has you Now.
The slow seduction of a sleepless love is never enough
to satisfy a craving hunger hidden within our psyche
a deeper unconscious that brings fear to your eyes
Ever since I was young, my mom always said what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. But what if it does?
A girl to begin my poetry,
a girl to hold my heart,
a girl to talk with me,
and never be apart.
She inspires the words,
she creates the lines,
if it not for her,
I would have never shined.
Oh, my love, when this world pulls me awayWill you frequent the plot of ground where my body shall layWill you still tell me the stories of your long, tiring daysAnd share with me your love even as my body decays
Death it's funny how it comes in all hours of the day and night.......Maybe that's why it fills us with so much fright.......Some say it's that unwanted ghest hear to take you to your final rest........But I believe it's much more you see a metamo
Hopes and fears, lies and tears.
I do not want to feel like a failure anymore, I am sorry I most go on.
I left you behind because you were no good for me; now you are back and I do not want you here.
There are 7 billion people you will never know
Never know their names
More than 7 billion people
With stories as intricate as yours
Hopes
Feelings
Grievances
I know why the caged bird sings,
To tell me the message,
That of which Maya Angelou wrote for me,
She wrote it for me,
Just for me,
You see,
Sometimes I need a little pick-me-up,
What is the world filled of?
How does it work? and why?
Why do some chose to assimilate into the crowd intstead of being themselves?
Why is life so hard for one person, but so easy for another?
There is nothing like nothing like a mothers love.
Always there, always worrying, she always cares.
Putting you before herself and anyone else.
She won’t eat until you eat, won’t sleep until you’re safe and sound.
Love, What Is It?
What Should Be A Simple Question?
But Yet Is Asked By Many
Do You Have To First Lust To Love
If You Ask Me You'll Receive A Shrug
Said Often Only Out Of Curiosity
Entitled: Najarri Samuel Whitehead
But that's all you read.
Skipped past the prologue, and examined the pictures.
So in reality you only saw the happiness, the joy.
Never walking the heartache and pain.
My biggest fear will never visit me
Never will I allow myself to fall in
To cave in, to wither, to fall.
For I will stand as strong as a weeping willow.
In the darkness he lurks, always behind me.
What is beauty?
Well if I were to give the simplest definition I’d say you.
What is beauty?
Childhood is like a lost toy,
Holding many memories and joy.
Little hands grow bigger
The girl’s clothes don’t fit her.
Out grown her babbling twitter,
Now her mind is so bitter.
In a world of darkness,
Subtle waves pulse agaisnt my skin.
My lungs feel tight and cramped,
My heart slamming against my ribs with brutal force
Working against the lack of oxygen.
As I write to whats to come
Some say fate others destiney
I wonder what may happen later
For my eternity
Maybe it'll be gnomic
Maybe it'll be an incubus
For what the future holds atonomy
Day by day
The sun rises and the sun sets
The stars glisten and the animals are at rest
All you do is just wonder, wonder what brought me here
That of course is logical, your parents
I sleep at night
And wake in the morning
Its more of a daily routine
I hang with my friends
And never make my bed
What's the point anyways
I Talk and Talk and never shut up
Hurt from all the pain,
i just want to run away,
in a safer place I'll be
put out of my misery,
i point the gun towards me,
and slowly count to three
If I were to lose you now
I don't know where I'd be.
You took your last bow
On the stage where you once felt free.
My tears would become streams,
With horrible feelings; the colour black.
I look at my legs and I see all my scars
Somtimes they're as vivid as my nightmares
Sometimes they're as invisible as that little girl was made to feel
I look at my arms and I see exhausted veins
My mother thin in her yellow dress,
the dress each Sunday saw.
The large women sparkled,
laughing in the glow of their prosperity,
exchanging empty "bless your heart"'s.
Fat bellies and wallets abundant in
We are young, but that doesn't mean we don't understand.
We are young, but that doesn't mean we can't feel nothing.
We are young, but that doesn't mean we can't do something.
Wake up feeling tired
What a slumpy day
Want to get the myself going
But stays in bed all day
Hate to see that happen
But it happens anyways
blood clusters in a lust
massive starvation to the heart
slow beats of death pound; reaching the finale
no time to waste on love
murderous love led to blood
barely moving as short breaths weap out
Oh Darling, swing away.
May your spirit fly free,
and break through the entrapment
of expectations.
May your joy abound,
may truth be found,
The types of diversity include race, religion, gender, age, ethic group, cultural, nationality, sexual orientation, social class, geographic region, and physical challenges.
Things are changing.
It's become hard to maintain,
the connections we once made
to the people we sent are previous years with.
We will always remember the way that we felt.
Look at me!
Look at me right now.
Tell me!
Tell me what you see.
Don't you see!
Don't you see you are hurting me.
No you don't!
No you don't see the pain you are causing me.
I want to be able
to work hard
to earn
to be proud of what I have got
to open my arms to others
to sacrifice
I want my children to not feel guilty when they say
"Mommy, I want to be a lawyer."
Feel sick to my stomach
Forehead crinkles
Mind is blurry
I ask again
"What happened,"
Broken record in my head
Close my eyes and try to rest
I go outside and the thunder expresses my anguish. The rain embodies my tears. The lightening is the passion inside my heart. It's liberating to discover something so much like yourself. I bathe in its beauty and relinquish the thought of danger.
The last time you felt the Southern Californian sand, you had my heart
It felt new in your hands
Fresh and beating
And now it's different this time
Because I found my heart sitting in the backseat of my car
I once was lost,
I felt alone in this world and empty,
I felt like life was not worth the cost,
My insides were hollow,
And my heart feeling hefty,
Why to live?
What do I have to give?
A gray plastic table, with a cheap burgundy vinyl cloth.
Cold metal folding chairs filled with transparent figures.
Thanksgiving Dinner with a forced smile.
There’s nothing here to fill me up.
Never give up on your dreams
Focus on today
If at first you dont succeed
Then find another way
Dont ever say you cant
When you know you surely can
The solution to any problem
Her being is in the air we breathe in.
She is in the cerulean oceans.
She is everything that is and has been.
Her calm sunsets stir up deep emotions.
Her mountains soar up to heavenly heights,
I am from apple juice, from cheez-its and strawberry blowpops. I am from the messy homework table in the dining room.
Who are you to say they're not watching?
Who are you to say they can not help?
Why do you have no faith in better days?
I promise they are coming;
Now, it may seem like forever.
What was once a beautiful time
I believed it could last
Thinking about times I could have made you mine
Together is now a thing of the past
Through all the nights
Many things in life come and go
Withering from existence
Hinderances and doubts grow
Affecting our experience
Fear cultivates in our hearts
Uncertainty is a great worry
Dear The Ones Who Keep Hurting Me
See, what I don’t need you to sit there like you already know me
Don’t look me up and down like that right there, that look you just gave me
The shit I go through
With pain and suffering
What more could you do?
Only in your mind you will see:
It is all up to you.
There are ups, and plenty of downs
Many people leave, some stay around.
With pain and suffering
What more could you do?
Only in your mind you will see:
It is all up to you.
There are ups, and plenty of downs
Many people leave, some stay around.
With pain and suffering
What more could you do?
Only in your mind you will see:
It is all up to you.
There are ups, and plenty of downs
Many people leave, some stay around.
With pain and suffering
What more could you do?
Only in your mind you will see:
It is all up to you.
There are ups, and plenty of downs
Many people leave, some stay around.
With pain and suffering
What more could you do?
Only in your mind you will see:
It is all up to you.
There are ups, and plenty of downs
Many people leave, some stay around.
With pain and suffering
What more could you do?
Only in your mind you will see:
It is all up to you.
There are ups, and plenty of downs
Many people leave, some stay around.
Who are you? Who am I?
Am I your child or am I your toy?
Am I a reflection of who you are
or who you wanted to be?
Am I someone you can feed your dirty lies to?
Someone to hide all your secrets.
On this night you were set freeHeavens newest angle you would beI'm left only with your memoryWords cannot express what you mean to meFrom the balcony of heaven I know you'll seeWhat kind of man I will be
I, alone, get to choose
who I get to be.
That choice is mine alone.
No one else but me.
Trials and tribulations
along this winding path
can be met with Fervor
or be met with Wrath.
a pain situated in my chest
planted there from jaded lust.
why is it I’m jealous
when I’m a cut above the rest?
———
i trust her with my life’s fate
but my esteem distracts
I was trying to go easy,But you never were the kind.I ripped off the tourniquetBut you never were so blind.I put you on a pedestal.Put you there to shine.Now you're burnt out
Thanksgiving 2010 –
much to be thankful for...
right?
My mother
takes our hands
looks deadly serious.
“We've decided,”
she says, the royal we,
Fade away and you become so distant
I taste the honesty,
the bitter sweet
It's shadows in the light
I don't want to face.
We've outgrown our friends.
sitting here all alone...No one to hold me tight.
As the frowning comes,the tears appear...the razor comes out...I notice, its clean
no blood, no skin, nothing
Waking up, I hope that today will be a good day.A good body image day that is.
I make my way to the bathroom.First thing I make eye contact with is my biggest enemy: My mirror.
The summer morning waking up
the sun through the blinds so bright it could blind
it was all calm till the Call.
You hear her yell and then the door shut
One tear. From a woman. A beautiful, elderly lady. Fifty-five years of marriage.
One tear. Two sisters sitting in the front row, that loved him for seventy-seven years.
I'm starting to feel worthless , instead of worth it.
I'm starting to see what loneliness feels like.
I'm feeling something is missing..
I feel so unheard.
I feel the weight of the world on my chest..
(poems go here)Seasons don't change when there's ice in your veins.
I am a victim
A sweet target with barely bitten skin torn by life's fangs.
I am forgotten
Some nights I still dream of you.
I picture you in your favorite chair.
Your eyes fixed on the latest headline,
The sun awoke in the vast cerulean sky.
The grass, green and fresh with dew,
Sparkled in the morning sunlight, like tiny fragments of sharp glass.
Rainbows flitted across the meadow, halting against giant pale grey stones.
It's all new. Never done this before. People keep asking me if i'm ready.I smile and say "kinda". When I know inside that I am nowhere near ready.
Success is greatnessCombined with trials and tribulationsLong hours at the jobBeach side family vacationsBut when it's all over then what?What happens after pay cut?
Though loud they revert to mumbles
All through the night their words rumbles
Their tales a story referenced
Only to the wise do they give preference
Their thoughts I want to ravage
I crave you.
You, With all your thorns.
I hold you close.
You. Beautiful creature you.
Keep hurting me. It's all we have left.
I'm craving you.
Don't stay in my thoughts
That's not a safe place.
If you're running through my mind
You might be trying to escape.
I will crush you with my care
I will kill you with my sweetness.
I am no poet
Nor am I a rhyming apprentice of Dr. Seuss
I am also no tragic romantic like William Shakespeare
I am a student
A senior in fact,
Who's so far yet so close to heading to college
I want to rain hard on the ocean,
Shatter into a thousand peices
On the surface of emotion -
Melt into something bigger than relief
And cry with something like devotion
In the soft waters beneath.
"You look normal"
"She looks FINE"
Why can't you understand the pain behind my eyes?
"I have a short temper"
"I scream and shout"
Why can't you understand that I can't control my pout?
Why I Write
God told me to write
So I write about the pain I feel inside
I write about the tears that are left behind
From behind the gates of innovation
And deep within an inventors thoughts
Lay the eyes of eagles, sharp
Posed for rare predation
Yet, through schisms of brilliance
Deep underwater
Remnants of the past twinkle
Trapping all who grasp for their comfort
The cold, unforgiving comfort
Of a wanted past
And a watery future.
Though we have many strengths and skills
having imperfections is always real
some of us may need pills
while others don't need any thing but an appeal
We have to embrace the fact that we are made
It’s really sad when someone feels that death is the only to finally find peace.
It felt like I had hit a brick wall when I found out that you had taken your life.
A dancer is on stage,
En l’ air,
But then she falls.
Injured,
She is unable to stay where she has been,
She is taken from the life she knows.
Her vision blurs,
If faith can move mountains and can calm a sea,
imagine what would happen if everybody believed.
Faith is a substance of things hoped for, not seen,
so don't go looking as if it's an everyday thing.
Sometimes I wish,People can go out and live their dreams,Sometimes I wish,Foolish people could stop plotting evil schemes.Sometimes I wish,Love can be showed more from the heart,Sometimes I wish,
Sometimes I wish. People can go out and live their dreams. Sometimes I wish. Foolish people could stop plotting schemes. Sometimes I wish. Love can be showed more from the heart. Sometimes I wish.
Fireflies blink in the dark
Lighting our path from shadow.
Each twitch sends up a spark.
Shining through with a piercing sharpness,
They beckon us to play
Humming on this summer day.
People are ignorant, thinkng she wont run away into the cornfield
She screams, shes online, she hides under her protective shield
Shes hiding away in the cornfield
She posts, no one cares, her wounds unhealed
If the void between us
Becomes too far to handle,
I will make a teleportation device
So I can be close to you once more
If the time apart
Fades memories from my mind,
(poems go here)
Lady, you are the Goddess of the Great,
But you are also the Goddess of the Small.
The infinitesimal gravitational constant,
Without the exact value of which
The universe could not exist.
Look at you staring in contempt
At fields drenched in the blood of your enemies.
Didn’t you know revenge is a fool’s game,
In which the wise always wait out?
Haven’t you got a damn clue,
What would you of seen if you saw my picture...
You'd gush and say she was beautiful,
but only after death hit's me.
You don't know my story,
the years I stuggled with a blade,
Forgive me for my heart can only take so much
I never expected this would be so tough
You must of took it pretty rough
Forgive me for my love for you is never ending
I should of never stopped defending
Oh Ms. Cronic, oh Ms. Cronic
I thought the mind had a barrier, you helped me see beyond it
The way I look at life now
Affects the things I write down
I'm confident in how I write now.
(poems go here)
A new daughter welcome into the family
A jewel
Her steps gentle
Her laughter an abyss heard only in innocent
Perfection,
What a lie
For it changes with every eye
To some
It the ribbons tied in young golden hair
Or the deep blue eyes that make a handsome pair
Or maybe
It glares back at you.
Shows your flaws,
The impurities on your skin,
The faults across your face, and even
The pollutions of your mind.
When you think no one sees,
The mirror does.
And they said that everything about you was perfection and that made me believe that you were the perfect guy for me. You took me places and held my hand, then I fell for you and you became my best friend.
Before this time we call now, before the media and reporters told us how, there was a world with tranquil sound. O' how many of us wish to go, to the lands before we had to know.
They are just letters.
Lines and curves and slants and straights
Disorganized among the standard count of meter and rhyme.
Oh-ah-go-ji-ko-spij-pij-yo, a meaningless word.
Still see their sad faces when I waved goodbye, Made a choice made a move want to turn back but can’t, Sacrifice and hopefully in time, Everything plays out and it’ll coincide, But aint nothing promised in our lifetime, All I know is that it’s qui
You sicken me that time in my past,
when you played with me
like I was a puppet a show for all of hell
to see. My motions little,
my emotions running rapid
like the heart beat in my chest
My life
is like
cobblestones.
Nothing fits just
right.
Like your
bricks.
Striaght and aligned.
Unlike my cobblestones,
your bricks
continue forever in
The crows in the corn field wait to feed
From my flesh, they anticipate to meet their needs
They wait for me to fall, to fail, to admit defeat
On this dark, cloudy dayI look and see myself lying by the riverLooking so coldI can practically taste the chill
I smell the aura of destructionAll around OklahomaI feel the night all over againAll too well
I turn away from the heat, from the light,
turn away from every last memory I have of you.
Everything we had was in that house.
You left it all behind;
left it for me to deal with.
Connections, synapsesOutlandish birds living in the center of corrugated cardboard villages,Wind and the rain dissolving their trusted homes,They stayHoping they will grow back,Not realizing its temporal nature
Spring. I was struggling to bloom, for the new sun only scorched all in it's path.
Summer. Internally, frightened, I fought the heat. That was all you brought - no refreshing rain, no solace in shade.
A young mind consumed,by the fact that we’re doomed,from birth to eventual death.No alternative choice.No protest, no voice,learning to savour every breath.
Some grow out of barbie dollsInto their sports braTo become sport's starsAnd play on the same court with the boy starsSome go from double dutchTo bringing their teams back in the clutch
Why build borders,
When you can build dreams.
Why break down dreams,
When you can break down borders.
My journey was of a thousand miles
And my heart kept going like an engine.
CUT CUT At 15 i shared a story with my sisterOnly started sharing this same story recentlyShe would CUT CUT to mend her broken heart and so do IShe would CUT CUT and i would see the scars"what are you doing?" i askedShe turned around, hot tears bu
Waking up in the mornings and trying to find some motivation
I fought the urge to tell someone about my recent separation
They acted like I had a killer disease with no possible vaccination
My See how the wild flowers grow
What a wonderful sight
As the rushes flow in the breeze
How can so many trample
Over what makes us great
Without a care
A lone girl stands
