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I hug myself close, Hoping that I can pull my Scattered pieces closer. I hold myself tighter, Afraid that if I let go,
The door opens And he steps in, Asks advice, "Never mind" And he's gone again The door opens And she steps in, Asks advice "Never mind" And she's gone again
I close my eyes and see a thousand worlds Made up of pictures tastes and handpicked words When my hands rest against The lettered keys I write myself into a lucid dream
My masked that's concealed by my yearning hands That shine through the narrow cracks of my fingers What is that bright light on the other side of my walls That I refuse to open up
Replace a with e and c with d, T to k and o to p. M’s will all be changed to y’s And b’s will suddenly be i’s. A simple poem with simple rules, Yet follow them and chaos ensues.
Wake up in the mornin'. Suddenly, I'm in a dream. Everything looks so real. What could this mean? I get up, look around. My face turns into a frown. My heart starts racing.
I lay in a room, feeling nothing. The dim light of the moon shines threw the window, I lay there in silence. Where did my worries go? I wonder to myself. Life is empty, though meaningful.
Whitman you bastard, WHERE IS THE HEART? To hell with the spiders and to hell with the arts! My filament is gone and I have forgotten my part.
Rain droplets fell large and pure from the clouds above. Those become snowflakes. Droplets fell continuesly and soundlessly with time and efforts. Some of them are toxic that fell to be wicked and unclean.
Only One! Ectomorph= Tall and gangly Mesomorph= Average Endomorph= Short and fat
From the narrowest sliver of space Caught between roof and tree The moon is shining brightly Through my window to me, So bright, so fair, so proud it shines For the briefest glimpse of time
Judgment circles Starring, giggling, pointing Criticism blasted at those who differ than they Inner Struggle breaking, crying, stressing Self love starting to bubble from within me Bubble pops
Poem Story: 1 Black and blue, like starlightA boxer wins the fight of his life.Thru the ropes he goes homeTo hold his wife, of so long.
Lipstick stains on a collar,Wine stains on her Sunday best,They teach it’s the blood of her LordSo she counts herself as blessed.
I stare down to the highway The back lights bleed yellow through the night blue Like stars
time is like sand it slips right through your fingers. you can hold on and squeeze as tight as you can but in the end it slips right through your fingers
time is like sand it slips right through your fingers. you can hold on and squeeze as tight as you can but in the end it slips right through your fingers
Everything we have, My grandmother says, We owe to the rain— I think less of her name, Less of our history,
What is pain Pain is a state of mind Pain is the after effects of a haunting The weight of a world watching you
To feel The love That eats The soul That loves Thy sweetness So!
With a life on the sea Pirates hardly ever see The beautiful pie The Pizza pie! Anchovies, pineapples, mushrooms galore
You are an ocean I promised myself I wouldn't get lost in, but I went into this with no compass, no map, and no intention of asking for directions.
The Mountain tall, It stands with pride. It soars with trees upon its side, A pointing shard, Her Standing guard. Waiting there below his Bride.
Without rules, Without restrictions, No need for a guide or a handbook, Life would be simple. The birds would sing, A beautiful song, Wrapped in the comfort of their nests,
The first time I saw you, you meant nothing to meThe second time I saw you I forgot your nameIt's been eight months since I first met youYou have been very good for me
All the times I shouldn't have said sorry:1 year old: I apologize for being a mistake you made. I must get used to anger that never dissipates.
who would really score if i pulled the base out from under your sore feet?
Hands placed on a unclean slate. Clans faced off and deaths happening at a unreal rate.Bodies lay quietly upon the ground, shoddy warn down knives all around.
But you creeped up on me, Silently. You enveloped me in your arms, Holding me in a tight embrace. Promise me you'll never let go.
I look in her eyes I have never met someone Who made me feel the way The early morning sun And the splashing waves On white sandy beaches Make me feel Until I saw into her eyes
she was stuck in a tower yet nobody came long gone, the dragon had left yet nobody came she heard of princes and more yet nobody came so she gave up on the prince and somebody came
Even if I closed my eyelids, Splattered streaks of various colours, Binding the painting together, he bids. Even if I close my eyelids, The cooing of his words as he writes
"America the Great" Is a nice, catchy phrase; But it's propaganda During our modern days.
Love is wanting to be next to someone more than you want to be alive, but even more so, you want them to be happy.
My body's in school, My brain's still in bed, And my soul went to Hell without me.
Throughout my life I've felt alone, Depressed, never was impressed with life, 'Till what I have is gone, My feelings were always messed, Then I started write, and realized maybe I've been wrong,
My lips are blue, The color of skies and sadness. But nothing can rid me of this hue, Or save me from the madness. My hands are numb,
Why does the songbird Always fly away When winter comes?
The first ray of light at the break of dawn The sunrise seeking out of the clouds The sunset slowly drifting away from the horizon
Buzz Buzz Bzuz Bzzu Bzzu Bzzu Buzz Bzuz Buzz Bzuz
With a knife like wind I too shall sweep into you And cut what's most dear.
I see all of these poems, Lengthy, Tall. But they win. They get all of the Scholarships. And I write short poems. Simple, They take up one page, max. Is my style too short?
some people strike oil when they dig deep for me it was words each time a drill bit hit me, bored a hole in my soul with unkind words, unwant, I wrote, to have some form of pain that
These mountains carve deep and break the surface of my skin Press down on my fragile veins They burst with ease and suddenly I am free. A spectrum streams from my body My skin begins to breathe
your hand filled mineas I strode down the streettowards a night of mundane debauchery.you a hologram, still only22, straw blonde hair glowing,luminescent.
There’s one thing in my life that is dear and ethereal And that dear and ethereal thing is called cereal. Mornings and nights, without a doubt
I long to write but the words never seem to empty out of my hands onto the paper. my emotions are dwindling into nothing and it scares me half to death to think of a time when I might become a shell of my former self.
If ever I should be alone, A simple, thoughtful creed Is all I'll need to hold my own: That I am all I'll need.
An expert in the foresta predator at best Bright orange against the deep greenlanguage narrowed to growls Sharp canines ready to eatSpeed and precision their friends
Fierce they seem towards each otherThey are the most loyal of animals Always together like a familyNever traveling alone They depend on each other for survival
Being unique is no crimeIt just shows who you really are 'Different' people are people who truly understandthe meaning of this world Nobody is like anotherWhoever said we are
Blazing heat cripples us to nothingWater is begged to be usedThe harsh sun so hot
Love fulfills the air Excitment rushes the animals After pain and hardship, newborns are here Curiosity is our energy For Spring is full of happiness
Cold is the only word to describethe beauty of the ice snow. It's hand is wrapped around usfor only a few months White accompanies the stormsof this dreadful, beautiful time
Don't run fromDon't lash out at somebody else Accept them as they areNever forget why they are there As sudden as they may beNo matter how hard we push them away
Laugh if you wantI wouldn't care if you knew me Hit me hardI deserve the hate and resentment Say mean thingsEven though not an ounce is true Break my heartIt is already broken beyond repair
You can not tell me I'm short, I'm just lacking in inches. It's rude to ask me if I showered, rather ask me what that stench is.
Duration means nothing Being first means nothing Getting to the finish line does So short and sweet and so Simply put
Am I artistic?Do I fit the description?Am I sufficient?Do you fux with it?This style I'm developingDo I have talent?Why am I asking?Rhetorical questioningThe third time around
My finger tips, cold Touch bare chest My heart beat, loud Frozen in time Arms grabbed me, forcfully I had no choice I looked away, tears Blurred my vision
You use to look at me the way you look at her, and I use to love it, Like I use to love you, but now I just miss you. It's was easier to stop loving you, Than it is to stop missing you,
I miss you sometimes, When I think about you. I think about you sometimes, When I'm lonely. I get lonely sometimes, When my friends abandon me.
What is hope but an endless rope not the one meant to choke
I startle awake in pitch dark, the dogs oustide bark.
I named my brain Frank Sheer. Hello. I am Frank. I live in your head. I make you do this, and make you do that; We both like sandwich spread! I know who you miss; and I also concentrate when you crap!
I'm here to sleep like America is today never to speak Just follow a path one way who needs art when you're molded like clay Rip out the part that we wish would stay
None of these words are worthy of release. I'm tripping over book quotes and lines from movies that I've seen. I'm tangled in tropes and old worn out cliches.
may this book you read
I’m short. Really? Are you SERIOUS? I NEVER noticed! Thank you for informing me. I was hoping 5’ 3” would be tall enough to reach the cupboard Without standing on my toes
Oh what I'd give To know what I want, What I'd do To become Myself.
i am short i wonder if i will become tall i hear that it is empowering towering over others
I have no more strength. I must say, it's all gone.
When will people start to care?All around them wrongs are being doneA poem here, a poem thereI now think that people try to stay dumb
I cry a lot, don't you? I trust people too easily I'm trusting you. I forget things a lot, don't you? I lie to people too easily I'm not lying to you.
perhaps dreams are a gateway to a new reality
I locked the door behind me And as I sat on the toilet seat I looked down at my feet Red, from the lack of heat I began remisicing on memories Bur it wasn't long until I was done
FAT, TUBBY, BIG, CHUBBY, SLOPPY, GROSS, SMELLY All depictions of a full woman portrayed upon the television of society Blinded by our true beauty, so let me regulate for a moment
Black is the color that describe my past And the color of who I am But what black is not Is also who I am Bright, with a mind that think right With different shades that show my true might
In darkness I see a speck of light Fleeting in my realm
Wickedness comes, it comes in the forms of Drug's, Greed, Envy, Lust, Glutonany, Pride, Gloth, Rath, Lie and Steal. So many fall under the wicked spell and lose sight of everything they have right in front of them without even realizing it.
Beautiful in silence Passing in grievance. My heart shall love evermore,
Dreams can be BIG! Dreams can be small. Some can be short, Or very, very, tall. For young and old, For the brave and bold. For every boy, And every girl. Let's all dream very BIG!
Like a sunflower, I am growing. As a child I was a like a seed,
There is no human “norm” Black ink writing forget-me-not notes on your skin, You’ll hear future melodies Where people dance euphorically exhausted Dousing pale cheeks with spirit heated
I love you, Yet you're gone...
Can you love me? Because without it Im Lost
She was beauty her curves were delicious the way her clothes stuck to her skin whispering to them She walked with a dropped head she didn't know every step she took She left the room breathless
I walk down a curving path
A brighter future for the world and not just for me-
people will never recognized a simple girl. who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower. who really is nothing compare to the real flowers. whose color and petals are different from others.
My shadow's a Sequoyah, so tall and big, But I'm just a twig. It's branches extend, While mine just bend. Trunk kept erect by skinny roots, Body kept standing by fragile shoots. It's glory undaunted,
The peddels to the bike were stiff because of that cold morning Gears groaned as the wheels roatated, stuggling to find its rythem I was behind my friends, but then again I was always behind my friends.
Your honeysuckle tongue has all the backlash of a whip,
Lets kiss the sun goodbye and fly through the night the air's cold as ice i hope you wont mind just take my hand, hold real tight dont let go, grip for your life trust me please, and i'll take a bite
Hi, my name is Nobody and I'm an alcoholic.
I have no inspiration, I don't have anything to write about. Maybe it will come to me as I'm writing. Maybe it wont.
I can't make you change I can't make you love I can't make you be who you were I can't make you be everything I can't make you love me Make me believe Make me trust
Will you walk away? Would you walk on by If I ignored you now would you say goodbye? Would you tell me it's not me you love anymore If I asked you to Will you stay?
Let's make this last forever You're so Delerious Let's be serious It's you and me Take what you want All of me I have what I need All of you Take off your clothes
Dreams DreamingWritten by Adam M. SnowDreams dreaming,awake nor asleep.A worldly escape-lies true true lies.
Merry-go-round DreamsWritten by Adam M. SnowMerry-go-round dreams;round and round it goes.In a cloudy scene,
You said to me, "I am Lost" So I etched the constellations in every freckled part of my skin, so you would always know where you came from when you traced your fingers across my hips.
They aren't just scars They are demons I fought at 00:00 They are my insecurities My deepest fear And my lonely nights They are my insults I have recieved and the Emotion I can't contain
You are the music of my heart, Each beat mistaken for a murmur, By every tone-deaf stethoscope, But I hear the melody. Your tuning harmonizes with mine, Making the very scales jealous,
I hope you're comfy,
And outside, life Is cold. The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow, and through the chains over my window I can see the world outside- Moving. It's all still moving, without me.
I just wanna go back Cause I feel like I’m in a trap I swear it felt like a heart attack Like I fell off track
Brothers and sisters, cousins and friends, Are the only ones who will truly stay till the end Say what you want, and say what you will, We both know that they are the ones there still
The apple equals the entire poem.
Long long ago In the dark dark woods
Attention... Writing is different, so stop being imcompetent; leaving behind useless memories. Listen to what comes out of your mouth! You all sound like bunch of hounds! Remember, write for reason.
Every night... Senses show smite; Cut Clean Clever Closure. I dare you to drive down dusk demise... yet nobody knows the prize! A mite mind might miss minutes... before realizing its coexistence.
The Butterfly,is so vibrant, so enchanting, and so pretty!
To own nothing but words. To give everything-
Stupitity done intentionally with well execution in the joke makes me laugh.
Fear keeps you upon your tipie toes,
I've tried to write long poems that will show up in SATs and other standardized tests but I can't Then I realized something I'm not meant to be complex I'm not a poet of code language
The music seems to drown out her screaming.
This darkened hour pulls upon the deep scars. Hidden in plain sight, the smiles seem to cover the pain.
this morning tonight, preparing to what is set forth,maybe destiny; i speak to the light, crying and weeping, unknowingly pressing forward hastily; maybe one day i'll know, no; be
Simple beauty is hidden to those with cloudy eyes filled with visions of perfect ladies.
Through blurry eyes she views the beauty of the world, yet those who see clear see an abyss of nothing.
An escalation of emotion is not relevant in every situation you may face.
Like a bird with a harmed wing,
The saddest of tales
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She slicked the red across her lips,
Air to wind Water to Waves Pure to Sinned Cradles to Graves Crawl to Walk Walk to Run Silence to Talk Night to Sun One to Two Peace to War What makes you?
Without The sun Huddle closer
the man all aloneon the way homestanding asidebreathing in life
Knowledge is a house You live in a box right now Wait for it to grow
Here we found our home
As I sit in this car-- I see toilet somewhere far-- And I hope with all my might, mom will get there soon so I can go!
All my life I've felt alone, forgotten, unnoticed Yes I have my family but their love only goes so far To be loved truly and wholely by another, is but a dream for me I've always been alone
The works, Of fire that’s Shot in the sky, glimmers The colors of Your smile.
I always wanted go to Mars, So I can see the view, Or maybe I can glance at the stars, To wish upon a star that’s true.
Why stand alone when the battle is nearly won Why stand alone eventho the odds are against your will
A picture An action A word A reaction All is worth a thousand words A statement A cause
Sweet lost silly Puerile Poetry I make because I am so young and Pathetically infatuated
I was lost in the details And the devil was there We spoke at length The small talk was fair
I don't know where the sky is is it above or in my head? I do know I'll follow it every moment 'til I'm dead
Red light from our sinking star fills the setting sky, must it be that every night the lovely sun must die?
Time passes fast I live slow Where time sprints I quietly go
Sometimes there's the little dreams, "Yes please," & "No thank you,"'s That stick, only breaking open when you pull hard enough: -Pop!- Breaking open air, And allow you that single second to remember-
Living like life is short Almost always gets you in trouble Untimely action gives timely punishment Goodly action gives strange rewards Having strength to speak plainly often does little for you
Did you ever wish you can turn back time To that one scene in your life. When listening to your head just didn’t seem right?
Your delicate touch...It sends me through the skies.Though I may collapse,You are my cure. Cure me, O thy love, Of thy pains and sufferings...Cure me...Your hatred drags me down.
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.
To begin something, with a blank mind to begin somthing, where only time can tell you if it's what you thought only time spent, to figure what you've bought. Most people never begin,
Poeticinsecuritieshauntingunbrokendreams in placesdeep beneaththe wavesof electrolytespulsingthrougheach brandnew idea.
Let love not be just an impassioned flameDark like charcoal in a matter of daysFleeting birds escaping, his misled aimSomething so exaggerated in plays
How many years has its been since you gave birth to yours truly? We've had our ups and downs, many times, but I've kept you in mind lovingly. I know that I haven't been the perfect child, but honestly
Don't listen if you don't want to hear. Don't watch if you don't want to see. You find pain amusing? I'll push you down a flight of stairs. Hear me laugh. -------
I once fell in love with a dreamer He exhumed me from the grave I was digging myself. Love was breathed into my hollow lungs Oh, how I hung on so dearly to those arms, pulling me out of my own grave.
Little Little People they come right in they come right underneath my chinny chin chin the view from the top always see their heads spin never in their lifetime they'll see my head spin
I sigh in wet clouds stumbling, shedding rain from my tongue and snowflakes from my teeth. Storms slip, rings from my lips: my churning kisses to the earth.
Trapped in the world Of a paper cup Not a lid to be seen But no way up
When wise words cant be found, realize silence can be profound.