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So where the hell do I truly start.How about picking up the millions of pieces from my shattered heart.Maybe then I'll teach you how I mask my tears.Moving forward you'll see a glimpse of my hidden fears.
Decades pass and I'm still writing from youth through middle age and here I am, poet yet- filling each blank page. And justifiably you ask me " Why?" The reason for what I do,
My life you say Then why must try and take away You say that you trust and yet your actions mislead You say that you love but your soul is all green Green with envy that is of the steps I am taking
My unique life I am from the black T.V. from the king size bed and the soft blankets I am from the small rocks I am from the bright yellow sunflowers
I know it's not right, Know it's not fair, Make a decision, Don't seem to wear. Consider myself a good soul, Liked by all, Friendships a many, Often the last to call.
Life as I knew it was not fair I was thrown from here to there. Never knowing where I might sleep My poetry was all I had to keep. I would write for days upon end
I don’t know if I will make it through this time. I don’t want to endure this pain again. In my heart is it wrong to reminisce? Alone with myself sobbing back tears. I have forgotten how it felt to smile.
To all that is black and white the darkest fear of night To the heart that is unfaithful the scent is now distasteful The ticking of the clock the rocking chair won't rock
Dear 13-year-old Juliana, Things will get better. Slowly but surely, you will discover that you have anxiety, Which explains why you are the way you are.
Lately I’ve grown aware Of my habit for lashing out, my cold fits My disenchanting flare and I know my pride's laid bare
I know how strange you’ve been feeling these days My Golden Girl’s gone cold But all of that could change Yet still you remain with me
Dear Death, You wait patiently, As I stumble through life, Intoxicate myself with my thoughts, and questions, You wait-- because I'm waiting, for answers of my own,
To those with anxiety.... cripplling, illogical, unforgiving, and neverending... an unwanted presense in our life. something we are forced to live with. the reality is this "disorder" is nothing.
Dear the person who took my heart, Once upon a time, there was a girl and a guy who had very paranoid ideas about meeting people.
Dear self, Right now, life is coming at you like a wildfire Or an iceberg in the way of a ship But I wanted to let you know
I’ve been through a lot,No one would have thought.All my sweet smiles,The hugs I give in piles.
A life I’m glad I did not know, Lives on inside a plastic dome Atop a metal fuselage for flesh. Fifty-cal. and cyclone motors, Glossy paint and jet-black rotors, Make the frame seem almost fact’ry fresh.
A life of hardship awaits ln the past. For Hell on Earth has passed me by. Funny how the worst times flow slow. The best go too quick. What Hell did I live for so long? Full of work and study was it?
Parus~The name with too much originality-no meaning. I've perfected the art of making definitions for it , but I like the definition of the darkness, that's what fits me best.
I can't believe How long it's been Since I've heard your voice Since I felt your skin Since I saw your eyes and felt your lips. I miss you Dearly, my beloved for without you
He has been with me since me since my earliest grade My fondness of him will never fade Whenever I would reach my darkest day I knew the smile on his face would always stay
Step out of the lense. Life put me on the spot. Disappearing smiles, i've been caught. Put a new star on. I want a change of scene. Look into another life of a suburban teen.
Do you think I forgot about you?...Never...You are my baby...I will always be your mami, baby. I will always continue to sing you lullabies from my heart into the wind.
This is my portrait You can't tell me who to be All you can do is bring the paint I choose the theme You brought me into this world You can not take me out Im not the person you wanted
Nimeamua kuandika hili kuchafua akili ya wathii na hili picha Yangu ya maisha kutoka utotoni na vitu kibao zile nimepitia Furaha,karaha,kuteswa,kutengwa,kufinyiliwa na kuchukiwa Baba kunitelekeza bila lepe na kujifanya hatufanani kwa sura Natikiza
When it rains, it pours - I never understood the meaning before. A few months ago when embarking on an Adventure of a Lifetime, I figured it out on night two of nine.
Poetry never came to me till I was around the age of thirteenI use to write, write, write rhymes thinking I was a MC.I never could put the lyrics to instrumentals because I wrote to no music just used my instant mental.That's when it became just m
My all, my life I am healed by his stripes He poured his love all around me Led me to his kingdom people Now I am free No longer a slave to this world, but a servant to him
To be without my angels is to be without my soul They breathe for me, they live for me To keep them happy is my goal You can have your phones, your wifi and your money Without my angels, my life isn't honey
I give my heart, my soul to the matter of diction. The word of mouth speaks no fiction I make the words speak so people seek, me who I am and what I'm supposed to be.
The light, the dark, the shade. There's no bette feeling than knowing our place. eventually, somehow, without trying, it slowly starts to fade away. Before the memory fades, I capture it. Flash before my eyes,
Starting college has been pretty fucking hard if I'm going to be honest with you. Going from straight A's to struggling for C's when I've never had to study before this takes a lot out of me.
I am a deep thinker Of the living Of the dead Of the happening Of the unseen Of the omnipresence Of the reasons Of beings that be, become, and then no longer
No one will ever know how I feel.
Laying on a bed of dewy grass itching my finger tips Labs lick my face, drool dripping from their puppy lips Arms like blades cutting through the snow Impressions of my guardian angels all in a row
I am me a simple kind of thing I am rich in not the funds you see but family and friends. and in the end to me all that matters is I'm who I want to be a simple kind of thing I am me.
I hate that I be on the streets doing stupid stuff But that’s what I grew up around It’s not good to be in streets and getting in trouble Watch people around you because they want to see you down
Change starts with you, when you change others will follow in the direction you want them to; just stay positive and you'll reach a point to happiness and achive your brightest star.
Who am I? I am Chris Reyna What are you? I am a Senior
With a single point of focus I don't need to see around me I just need to see in front of me See the path laid out for me And see the life I won't lead The past I have won't control what I do
“He says he wants to marry you,” says the boy. “Really? ‘Cuz that sounds like it came outta your ass.” Says I. I do not know why I said it. Normally I’d shrink. Normally, I’d try to brush it off.
Stifling sounds of a chair colliding with the adjacent wall send vibrations throughout my room.
I'm the guy who is mistreated. I'm the guy who's been defeated.
Exploration of the world from east to west To educate those who have so much less. To expand the mind of others but what of his? Seeing what his future has to hide beyond the horizon line.
My mind is blurry as I'm running from the words life, faith, trust , beauty and truth
With a push and a shove, the ripple and splash Being ripped from the womb like ‘Blast from the Past’ That split second I’m flying oh-so-high But more of a fly than a bird soaring the sky
I am a lion Raised in a circus,
Why dont you believe me, how do I tell you im sorry. Baby I love you , please dont go away.
It started out so nice.... And carefree.... Full of love..... Full of laughter. But then mommy changed..... She yelled..... And scarred the mind. It is true what they say...
You are nothing That is what I would tell myself That is what others would say
You don't know me I hide who I truley am I act different around everyone I say what others what me to say
Who am I? I can’t tell you even if I try I want to be the real me But if you look then you would see All the hurt and pain All the lies and the crazy times It all was for his gain
Faint smile and emerald eyes, and yet myself I sometimes despise. Cold limbs and delicate thoughts, and yet my love I sometimes let rot. Active pulse and steady breathing,
Who am I when nobody sees? When the wall crumbles what will you see? Who am I when no one is watching? What will you hear when I stop talking? I am silly when nobody sees.
It's summer, it's time to sit around and reflect I have nothing else to take up my time to protect Myself from the time-wasting, hobby-making Internet That's about as interesting as my summers get.
Nobody understood me before. Awkward. Child. Girl. Nobody understands me now. Awkward. Teen. Boy. Nobody will ever understand me. Awkward. Adult. Man. Some people think I am daring.
We're all the rap-chattle of the world The odds and ends of broken finger bones and type-cast surfaces. Men and women from every walk of life Welcome here to the ragged masquerade.
"it's just a phase," they told me. can phases kill you? "it's just high scool," they told me. it's loneliness, it's hell, it's almost fatal.
Nobody really knows what life is all about .Until you live the street life then you have no doubt .
Nobody really knows what life is all about .Until you live the street life then you have no doubt .
I am from a town called Houston, TexasI can't even remember at all.In which it is said to be hot enough to be able to cook an egg on the side walk.
You’re afraid Your stone heart is being pulled away, This bruised thing you held on to when all else had gone astray You feel yourself break, But remember how gray your life was And even just in one moment
My life starts on a mountain; where there is grass, trees,cows,farmers and mothers every morning making coffee and cookies for sale. Who cuddles you and tells you everything will be fine.
Unrequited feelings may seem like the end of the world a B may seem to taint my report card a fear may seem to become reality and life just may seem too hard Let it go is I what I say
Times were hard from the day of my birth. I have a father who didn’t know my worth. While I was being born he stole from my mother. Was high as a kite chilling with his brother.
They say the number 13 is unlucky
There is no taste There is no sight There is no smell There is only light I do not sleep Nor do I awake I sit, I wonder
I'm breathing my words in, my pen is letting them out. Everything I can't say it sinks in, this is what my lifes about, this is what I live fo; to write the words I can not say the words many cannot say,
I stay up all night Watching you sleep until the morning light comes Adding to the dark rims under my eyes And the yawns in the bright dawn. You look for answers in my behavior
I keep having this dream
I am strong and powerful I can say and do things most people can not I can look myself in the mirror and see everything is ok
I wasn’t born in the gutters; God blessed me with a stutter. So I searched and discovered, in the end hurt and disgusted Armed with this pen, dangerous on this sheet,. Bound to red ink, this is my ballpoint period piece..
I couldn't imagine a life where my words weren't created through a pen. How am I supposed to change the world if my story isn't heard? We would all become subjects of a painful world's end.
I am from my Cell phone From Old Navy flip flops and Diet Coke I am from the little house in the middle of no where From the rockin' chair where we sit to watch the win blow
All I want is to be seen, the action's what my heart yearns, A strong powerful Leo, ruler of the Earth, I need to have a ruby embedded sword, and a chief golden crown, Hoorays and few nays before the Sun ends dawn,
You are the sty in my eye, the pain in my side. You are the headache in my head, and the doubt in my life.
What do you see, when you see me? Do you see my beauty? Do you see my family roots running through me? Do you see my color or my race? Do you see my pain? Do you see I’m as sweet as honey?