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It started with a plastic castle from Fisher-Price. With little plastic knights, and a wizard, and a dragon, and a princess.
Us boys would play with it for hours. Greg would always be the black knight who saved the day.
I think when the earth was young a meteor from somewhere in the cosmos crash landed on the surface, exploding for miles and miles, And ever since then the pieces have been traveling through water and air over land and sea, or through anything that
When I die
Grind my bones and ash
To a fine powder
Then dye the powder any colors that will make you smile again
And make me art
Make me a sculpture
A mosaic
A color-filled bottle
There was a long time.
Growing up that I didn’t know any better.
I sinned against man, and God.
No one explained me the difference between right and wrong.
So, I kept on sinning.
There was a long time.
Growing up that I didn’t know any better.
I sinned against man, and God.
No one explained me the difference between right and wrong.
So, I kept on sinning.
This is my gay poem
My poem about pride
And about finally coming out to my parents after 23 years
But you know some news falls on cotton-filled ears
Never bothering to ask where they got the cotton from.
Crushing under the weight,
trying to swing it in stride.
This adulting concept was not well explained.
Breathe
Pinching yourself, begging to wake up
from a terrible nightmare.
Straight people can be so nosy sometimes
There’s always something y’all want to know about what I do in the bedroom.
But at the same time none of you really do
And honestly I don’t understand.
Every time a candle burns
I think of a field in the middle of June
Campfires in the hills of Pennsylvania
Where we watched the glow of a waning moon
And I remember the days we laughed
I write a lot of my poems from my bathtub floor
Soaking up sadness til the water gets cold
Til my silence grows old
Til my tears meet the water
And the stanzas are told
You can’t burn some memories
Fire becomes them
Til they darken like ash
Blowing in the smoke she exhales
But do not breathe them in
Do not step in the ash
Or the flames for that matter
I kept telling myself I was over you
That I was done writing about you
Or thinking about you
Or talking about you
But here I am
Six months later and I still feel guilty for letting your name grace my tongue
Yes this is really me, really us
And I still have the graphic tees
And the white tube socks
And all the other things we never wear anymore
All the other things that collect dust in the closet
Someone told me once that we only see stars when they’re dying
As if death was the most memorable thing about them
And it makes me wonder.
You know depression is an empty space
A universe of no life
Tears stain the fake leather of my boots
the salt fringed watermarks where I left my heartstrings
There are so many marks I have left behind
In all the cities I have ever loved
And even some that I cannot remember
Some of us never really learn to fly
Some birds hop from the nest
Destined to taste earth
Destined for the fall
And some of us stay behind
Afraid to fall like the ones we lost
He was a grain of sand and you were the ocean.
You are so much more than he could ever hope to be,
and when your tide comes in he will be a distant memory.
Address this letter to the pieces of myself I left in Pennsylvania.
The broken shards of the boy I used to be
The return address to where I learned that fear was a four letter word I would carry with me always.
There were times I was a sailor
A healer or a tailor
There were times I was the lunatic next door
There were times I stuck hand out
I was not afraid to stand out
I have never won a poetry competition. Never gotten second, third, or an honorable mention for that matter.I have never been told I should become a poet, but that’s not why I write.
O mother of nightingales
O constellation curator
She who sweetly sings the sunset
Kiss beneath that good moon night
That dark pale night light
Clasp your hands on my life
The waning of my soul
Today I am tears of joy
Triumphs on a mountaintop
Autumn leave and funny T-shirts
Today I am shaking knees
Giggles for no reason
I am songs hummed to no one
The squeak of new shoes
1 to 2 weeks, that’s how long it takes to regenerate new taste buds. To replace the taste buds that once danced with your own. That tasted the sweat on your skin and the chocolate you bought for me.
Today I wasn’t feeling like a poet
Today I didn’t feel good enough to be called one
Today I wrote about death
Today I wrote about death and hated what I saw so I hid the words.
I hid the words and let them die
I waited for you in the hallway
But I did not hear your voice
I waited for your call in the night
But my phone did not stir
I waited for your love
But it would never be mine
Love is something that always grows
But it's very sensitive you have to be very apprehensive of what steps you take.
It takes seconds to break and years to make.
I’ve come to notice
On the days we scream the loudest
Our pleas have no ear to fall on
Yet a whisper of success can be heard for miles
I’ve come to notice that there is no such thing as wasted tears
Remembering times you were fearless
When days didn’t drag on and on
When life was lived young and reckless
When nights didn’t fear for the dawn
When your eyes gleamed with excitement
Today is Easter Sunday
The grass is a little greener
The flowers are beginning to say hello
The chill in the air seems less invasive
It’s time to wake up, get out of bed
Life is just a game
no need to be afraid,
it's playing in the dark
by following your heart.
leave logic off your brain,
it only brings disdain
and an unhappiness with faith.
Wonders of the world have me feeling small.
How many adventures I haven't experienced.
Open the doors and embarking in the labrynth.
Time to explore those wonders once and for all.
Closing my eyes I see the hands pulling me up turning into the ones pushing me down
Voices taunting me used to be the ones rejoicing me
Though it’s not the words but the mouth they tumble out of crushes my soul
Sometimes
I forget
I forget that I can sit down in a chair
Grab my ukulele
And play to the tune of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”
And think to myself
That life is worth living
I need a reason to fall in love again.
To let gravity take me without catching myself.
To believe that I deserve more than I let myself take.
After all, how can a heart be broken if there is nothing left to break?
I want to write tales of bravery.
Of powerful women who stood up against injustice and for kind-hearted men who chose right over what’s left
But these were not my stories
Fearing death is like fearing a sneeze
After it’s over, people will turn their heads
Some will say bless you
Even those who never knew you
I don’t want to die today
Not today
Today I woke up on time
to make it to class
Today I baked a cake
Licked the icing off my finger tips
Though I am not repelled by Death
and though his glances toy with me
I’d like to stay and chat awhile
With charming Eternity
And though our love will not last
My heart will break to leave
We all look our grandparents and think we'll live forever, that we're invincible. Like we've got time to worry about small things that mean nothing at the end of the day. The things we think are big are actually tiny if you think about it.
burnt bridges led my way
they led the way to you
i could see their fire in your eyes
you came from another path
of ashes and pain
we came together
my guardian angel
is skin and bones
thin and weary
but so clearly
i can see
us dancing in the stove light
twirling you around
I’m letting go of all my regrets
One by one dropping them
Into the infinite stillness
Of a lake i find much more green than blue
plop plop plop
It's pouring.
the pain is almost unbearable.
it leaves me breathless as the salty bittersweet tears fall,
like raindrops; like a calm storm,
it is full of nothing but hurt.
it keeps me from living.
Stand wait.
Don't hate.
You're my future date.
Live life,
not in blithe,
nor in strive.
For you're my hyph.
Live plain,
not lain,
nor vain.
The air is cold, but not cold enough for snow
Not yet
My heart is broken, but not broken enough for tears
Not yet
You thought you defeated me, but I’m not defeated enough to let you win
Not yet
One thing that can never be disproven,
Is that time one way or another,
Will always keep moving,
The clock on the wall,
Will forever tik onward,
That is why my motto,
Is to always move forward,
I have a hostageBack away, do what I sayOr come clean up a bloody stageThis ain’t no animeThis here is a 12 gaugeIt ain’t blasphemeIt’s reality without a backstageI am here, with myself
I don’t need youI don’tIt took me 8 long monthsBut it’s trueI don’t need your smile or your laughI don’t need your hand tangled in mine
When I would go to the store as a child I would always grab something off the shelf and my mom would have the same conversation every time. The same patience in her eyes. The same faded smile.
Sweet sage. Tears. Hands clinched around another's as we sink, slipping below the original position.
The land shifts like dreams. Massive. Mother loves and cries of her blessings eternally.
Cycle Synechis.
Life is what you make it
We live on borrowed time
But if life is what we make it
Then it’s time that I make mine
Hide your sorrow in your pocket
To prepare for rainy days
Yes I am broken, but I am not defeated. I am like a salmon breaking through the surface of the water in order to fight the current. I am a glow stick breaking in the hands of a child on a summer evening, spreading my light.
Forgiven
not forgotten
hard work
for what I’ve gotten
knocked down
kept on knockin’
fell down
kept on walkin’
Shut down
kept on talkin’
don’t give up
Life is like a video game.
Like sims, except not as easy
and in some ways not as hard.
its filled with puns that are cheesy
and it’s filled with birthday cards
but life is like a video game.
When Friday nights become Saturday mornings. The dew glitters on the grass like a fallen chandelier, casting shards of liquid sun. Coals burn in the fire sending smoke crawling towards the sky.
Gil Scott-Heron
Question,
Did you ever realize who the biggest kingpin is?
They say real eyes realize real lies
Well the Revolution will not be televised
So, I was sent to open eyes
It's been years now but, the words still hurt like it was yesterday. I am grown now but, why do I still feel this childish hurt everday. I say im happy but, I still find myself in the back of the room or comfortable only in the shadows.
All the time in the world,
Every last second of it,
Is there for us to seize and use.
You see it every day,
I fill my life,
with worthless stuff,
knowing full well,
it's never enough.
others seem happy,
so why can't I?
I fill my lungs,
with another lie.
swallow the grief,
A girl online I've never met is stalking me
Asking where I live
Asking me how old I am
When she texts me, "I love you" I laugh
That's why I made sure she'd never meet me
Because, unknown to her...
A winter's day
On a snowy and freezing evening
I am alone
Sitting in a room full of warm bodies
Surrounded by laughter and chatter
We call ourselves Christians
In truth, it's just another instance where we fight to not get left behind
We actually don't care
We sometimes go there as a routine we have to take care
I feel like I’m on the brink of something
Like I’m right on the edge
Like I’m right about to get to it
Like I’m right there on its tail
And I only have to reach my hand out
And take it...
feeling or deep
make me want to weap
I leap
for change
what the future will bring
I hang
on every moment
I've showed it
to my soul
and hold
nothing back
I'm trying to breathe
but I can't
Gave me a tracheostomy
for life
but I still can't
breathe
Put me on life support
but it can't
support me
cut it off and
let me . . .
I never knew what it was like to feel whole.
There were always holes.
And that big, 10 letter D-word
Always hanging over me like a teetering sword.
Waiting any moment to collapse into pieces,
And they speak of age – the elder years.
It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now,
Darkness, woe, and failure stench abound.
Have you ever stopped to think about your emotions
How deep your emotions really go
How about the rules given to emotions
The ones that tell you how to act or when to act
Wake up!
Inhale,exhale
Smoke and live
Live and smoke
Smoke then give
Give some love
Love to give it
Give some life
And love to live it!!
Im sleeping on the inside
With my eyes open wide
Inside I feel uninspired
But my eyes show my true side
I want to win,win,win!
And live life and not just exist
Get the boat to the shore
Dear Now,
I could start this out by saying "Hello,"
But I think we both know it would go a little bit more like (sigh) "Hello... again."
If you were to ever be looking for me
I'll be where I feel the most free
Standing with my feet in the water
Wondering about a second life
Dear You,
I ask wholeheartedly,
If I were to die today,
Who might miss me?
No, not those in my immediate heart,
But what of those who knew my soul?
Dear Dubiety,
I wish to promulgate that poetry is not dead.
But the style... each breath is taken to be lost in an enchantment of idealist fallacies.
Maybe the things that I worry about are not that worrisome.
When my car makes weird noises, the noise shouldn't seem so loud in my head. When my coffee spills on my lap, I should laugh at that.
Saint Mary's (California) vs California Golden Bears Women's
Because I love you,
I look you deep in the eyes
I hold my head up high,
When I'm standing by your side
Because I love you,
I laugh all the time,
I can be myself
And I never have to hide
Live your life,
love your life,
live the life you love.
He should live and love your life.
She should live and love your life.
Do not let "I love you" become a brand on your skin that hurts when you move;
Steam is smoke is mistaken
That girl is gasoline and all you do is water her down
Make her lifetime less
Her burn time digress
Yes she is insane
She wants to burn out
Wake up! Cling to the hours of the day,
You're going to wish you had laid
Down sooner, before the sun said hello.
Pace, faster, keep from running disaster,
You're final goals you're after,
Walking thousands of stepsMeasuring footprints left behind Stumbling blocksAnalyzingWalking through slippery roadsDead endsAscending mountains Descending Facing ephemeral seasons
I sit here
in the tailgate of the truck
watching the beautiful orange rays from the sun drift into a dark blue
i only have one thing on my mind
but I mean hell you always are
I want to live till thirty
Before my bones crumble into dust
I want to live till thirty
Before I stare out of ancient eyes
I want to die young
Before the pain becomes unbearable
Why strive to be something that is unimportant?
Something that can only have potential for misfortune.
Still, people count their flaws and cut themselves down to portions.
Something deep in my stomach wants to throw up raw blades but my thighs are already covered in blood.
So people can see I’m alive, I plant a peach tree underneath bullets in my skin.
She didn’t deserve my touch.
“Hands up!” the man in blue screams
Sweat drips down my brow, forward I lean
Do I run? Do I die?
Do I accept my fate, be alive but dead inside
I am not the same girl I was yesterday. There are so many events that have paved the way.
2016 wasn't a rollercoaster, or a carousel, or a blind leap off of a cliff like they everyone says.
This year was an ocean.
The year I was born, we started the drive.
A glass of the reddest wine one can find,
a familiar face sitting across from you,
yet it is one that you cannot define.
Who could it be or what could it be?
Does it have the capability to see?
Wakey-wakey, get out of bed
The sun is shinin'
The dogs are barkin'
But this pillow is a perfect fit, to cradle my head.
There are things to be done,
Always things to be done.
Black shroud, blue sky, white moon to greet me.
Silence and comfort, they slowly leave me.
Gather your mind, child awaken.
Do you feel the air, the life you take in
As you breathe the breath for reason?
Indulging in life's simple moments can make even the most senile happy,
When you experience the beauty in minutary segments
Your world becomes a symphony of joy and harmony.
~Every Moment~ Sometimes we set ourselves back, Everything we once had, disappeared as we shifted off track,Everyday we struggle to find our way back.The pain is buried so deep,That a smile on our face is hard to keep,Yet another battle on our own
i am the burried treasure found centuries after being hidden away under blankets of rubble.
my eyes decorated with rings of purple and blue from a soundless slumber, evidence of a sleep still needed to be had.
My mama told me that I belong in the world.
Now I never took her word for it,
For I never met a man who belonged.
Not really.
Not truly.
We are all struggling to get somewhere.
Far to near
Near to far
blurred faces
blurred possiblilities.
Blurred faces
lost dreams.
Blurred faces
lost opportunities.
Blurred faces
lost memories.
Someone told me it's not the end,
Into the darkness I descend.
Falling through empty promises
That are to never to come true,
Tied to a noose made by the view of the world
As I dangle wordless and helpless.
The red ink is beautiful,
It oozes from dark to light,
Brought upon this clean slate
With a sharp quill that glints in the moonlight.
Gliding along the paper,
The sharp quill glows,
My dad always insisted
That he was called Papa.
He told me this, I believe,
Because that’s what he calls his dad.
My dad has a life
That always puts him in danger.
One of my favorite times is that transition of the sky between being black and when the sun comes starts to come up and make everything a pale shade of blue
The quiet of itCars, freeway, trains in the morning
It’s not supposed to be frustrating
Was it not meant to be liberating?
Who made the rules?
Who abides by them?
We did and we do
We can forget them too
Be grammar rebels
Art lovers
A girl's mind is like speghetti
So, brace yourself and get ready
Expectations are always high
Romantics things make us want to cry
Love is love
There is none above
A boy is a boy
Paradise drips from my cranium-this halo transparent Rigged to hold more than a revolver causing the phase of divinities photosynthesis, watch your back cause time is limited-Enchantingly Lurking threw fragrances of corpses an buds -with hooligan
She stands on the rugged sea shell beach, waiting for something to happen. Her life has not been really exciting, and she hasn't particularly been described as an ambitious person.
Seeing my life through a different set of eyes
As of yesterday, a true friend reminded me of my prize
In every way, I’ve dealt with remembering wondering why
need you because it takes the two of us,
To move smoky mountains and conquer forbidden fountains, remember…
I need you because it takes the both of us,
Why regret
Don't forget
the things you should have done
the things you shouldn't've done
Live for the regrets
Live to do the things no one else would
You're still young
Live while you're young
Not too long ago
I was sure of what I needed
What would keep me going in life
What would hone me and help pump my blood in the morning
And those days when bed seems like the only option
I can’t live without
the first scent of the fall breeze.
I can’t live without
stomach aches from laughing so hard
with my best friend when we haven’t seen
each other in such a while.
Living without learning everyday would be crazy,
If it was gone we would all seem lazy,
It means so much in life because it is the only way,
The only way we know how to do besides pray,
Smile
Like your teeth are the sun
Dance
Like no one is watching
Laugh
Like you’ve never known happiness
Sing
Like your lungs will never give out
Make Friends
Alone I sit in the dark,
Cold, broken, torn apart.
Shackled to a wall of fears,
Tied down by my own tears.
My voice stuck deep in my throat,
I reach to grasps the words that choke,
Live?
Live in a stranded world,
stranded in life.
Alone?
Alone on this earth,
this lonely earth.
Take?
Take luxuries for granted.
Bring one luxury to this lonely stranded life.
My fingers float,
page after page.
Waves crash against the boat,
they've gotten harder with age.
But still I sing.
When I'm lost without a map,
and the world around me
In the 11th grade my English teacher gave me a pen. The pen was smooth and elegant with a digital clock on the end of it. He told me that he saw potential in my writing.
Cooking everyday
Food made with heart
And filled with love
Here I am
With my knife
Slicing with ease
Dicing, mincing, with my blade singing
Making beautiful works of art
So delicate
please listen to the silence of my heart
so you, my love, may be spared from the grief
I am slowly changing like a painting manipulated and altered by multiple artists. The artists and I grow old together. My tattered corners must add some character to me, right?
Need gets confused with want
You ask me about it, and I can’t respond
For need changes in time
we're dead while living.
we're living
but not breathing
we were alive
before being born,
we grow without growing
we see without seeing
we hear
but not everything
we know
i am internally sad.
no one can hear my inner thoughts.
they all think that just because im full of laughter and carry a smile that can light up New York.
but im not.
i am an unwinding string os self-hate.
It's Kind
It Knows No Enemies
It Thinks No Evil
It Rejoices Truth
It Believes All
It Never Fails
It's not Faith or Hope
It's Love.
We are all born
We all live and
We all die
And get judged
By our deeds
And so
Why can’t
We live life
unique?
By dreaming different
And playing with life
Darkness is a sickness,
Pulling the tide, twisted.
Lost in the void, nothing,
Alone and cold lay my life.
Truth be told,
We live in a world of impossible possibilities
A world where nothing is really reality
If you do not trust me, as you should
Forever I’ll delightedly leave.
Sitting in silence is not the way;
For what would you hope to achieve?
I’d rather always succumb to nothing
Sleep to the sound of the music telling you your okay
Break the barrier of tears, you've been holding in all day
Smile at the sunrise coming up over the hill
Punch the person in the face, who tells you to "fucking chill"
Thinking of control
Makes me quiver and upset
I mean who wants to leave a life were
Pretty much YOUR LIFE is determined
By
Everyone ones own aspirations,Dreams,& concepts.
Deny the light you are given for it is precious and given without sacrefice. It rises for you daily, untiredly. Again and again it rises for you, yet you deny its wonderful gift.
Life is so mysterious,Also very precarious.It can get tedious,Unless you are spontaneous!Life can be a hindrance,Hidden from the brilliance,Difficult to make a difference,
Some say life is a constant, ever flowing
Though we rarely, if ever, know where it's going.
Others say only death is immortal
To read is to step into an alternate reality
To write is to build one
To act is to live outside of yourself
To dance is sometimes just to have fun
To sing is to let your worries flow
Broken.
Brittle.
Uncapable.
These are the
Words I hear.
Everyday.
I believe it.
How can someone
So little change the world?
But I am strong.
I am capable.
Time. We do not have enough of it To actually worry about it.
Time is a measure Of existence: A beginning, An end, But not the distance In between.
I remember it like it was yesterday-
The dripping of rain upon my window, the sound of the wind blowing across the city-
It's hard to tell you the whole truth though because I'm still trying to figure that out myself-
Tell me something
Not an empty something
Tell me the truth
Don't tell me to just smile
Or hide it all inside
Cause those things aren't working
I've got no one by my side.
Authentic,
Loving,
True,
Or Bold,
I watch life go by as I turn old,
I love the world around me,
I love the people near,
to my heart...
Hate,
Screaming,
Confused,
I grew up and down
in an unstable wonderland.
Pale arms outreach to touch the moon,
but my feet and soul root me
to where I stand.
Surrounded by unconventional
and unusual beauty.
Don't just listen to the "MUSIC"Pay attention to the message.Its the ignorant that has kept the intelligent arrested.
She is a young girlRosacea gives it awayFull of life, energy, and strong beliefsShe has a different way of looking at the worldNot to judge but to exploreShe wonders how others will look at her
Dream Big and Dream Small
Dont let the Failures Fall
Step High and Step Low
Choose the Right Path to go
Succeed Now and Succeed Later
Succeed when you Make Friends with Haters
Live Now and Live Then
Before the night
During the day
We all hide
In several ways
Hair in face
is my way
With no filter on
I have many flaws
face like sand
and nose so tall
No filter but still a pretty picture
Real story's exposed with scratches
but I'd say it only makes me more richer
no not in money
but in wisdom buuddy
let me spare you all the details that are bloody
I like quoting movies-
A lot.
I sometimes forget that the world
Isn’t privy to my inner dialogue;
If the world could hear my thoughts,
it would get lost, buried,
With no filter, my face is pretty average,
My voice and hair are nothing to salvage.
I’m quiet and shy when around the unknown,
My soul and color and pride aren’t shown.
When I’m near the ones I care for most,
A filter is like a mask, a mask is like a disguise, I disguise my feelings and self but why?
The real me isnt pictures you see online
Or even sometimes outside.
The real me is deep down
Wondering if its okay to be herself or hide.
The real me isnt a staright A student
But doesnt mean Im not smart.
If you take away the filter
The hashtags, the signs
I’m left bereft of options
And put simply, there am I
Half-hidden in the sun
But avoiding the glare
You take my picture neck up
As someone with chronic depression,
something like this really matters to me.
When the depression hits like a trained dog,
it feels as if my skin has melted into my bedsheets.
A filter
Nothing but a misconstrued version of normal light
Changing context from wrong to right
Take away this glass magnifying falsehoods and repressing flaws
I'm not the typical female,
not even instructions will help.
I come with all emotions but
avoid sadness.
Humor and sarcasm is what I
do best, even in the moments
that need attention.
Like wind, I'm unpredictable.
Bringing a breeze,
I cause people to move in my direction
and not be still.
Making the day that much better,
to know I am wanted and
not wished to go away.
A filter is used to hide the parts of us we don't like and enhance the parts we do.
But why do we not "like" parts of ourselves?
Society is always telling us to "be ourselves" and "color outside the lines,"
Flawless Music
I retain all these faults that could make me flawless,
I can write rhymes, tell the time, though I really shouldn’t floss less.
I have a dream
That one day,
we teach children to value their realtionships more than their test scores
I have a dream
That one day,
children are taught to live, not just pass
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
I get up
at 5 in the morning for 5 days
and 1 day I have to be out the door by 1.
On the Seventh day God allowed Himself to rest from his labors
But I am not so lucky.
Family is dear and preious to me
Would a filter be typing?
Would a filter mean no erasing?
Does that mean I can't correct my grammar?
I'm going to give you the realest me there is, no bullsh*t.
Well, to begin, my appearance.
We as people are canvuses.
We get to write our stories and paint our pictures.
We take care of ourselvs.
If not, we are broken.
Delicate, soft, easily destroyed.
Every story has an ending, deside yours.
Live
Live Like There's No Tomorrow
Live Outside Of The Box
Do Things That Seperate You From Others
Do What Others What Look At You Crazy For But You Don't Care, Cause Your Being Yourself
Alone
A word that starts the process
You might be in a room full of people
But to you
It's just YOU
A feeling only noticed on the inside
On the outside others don't see
The pain you go through
I'm here to be born.
I'm here to learn how to speak.
I'm here to learn how to walk.
And I'm here to learn not to be weak.
I'm here to listen to music.
I'm here to listen to the birds.
A quoted young fella with the mind of a revolutionary trying to change the world around him to make it safe for future kids. What more can you ask for; better days better nights. Things don't change so you lonely here with a knife.
Why do I suffer?
Why do I hide?
Why do I stay silent to this?
I could never reach your approval.
Why do I even try?
Why do I bother with you?
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear.
I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips.
The Wander is free.
I fall, I rise.
I make mistakes, I live.
I've been hurt, but Im alive.
I'm human.
I'm not perfect, but I learn.
I've encountered hardships, but im thankful.
Everyone is asking who I want to be.
No one is seeing that I'm already me.
I'm tired of putting up with all the bullshit and lies.
I'm tired of people trying to change me with their cries.
BreakawayThis illusion I've seen in my expressionless faceMirrored hate at a being that doesn't have words, and never existed outside cruel minds that ought to have been left behind
To my descendants:
When I arrived in this role I had been given, love was blossoming in many ways.
People were just learning to love people for who they are, what they are.
Written by: Juwuan Dennis
We the people.
Land we people live on.
Live on and let live.
To waste time is throwing away a clock.
Because the tic won't toc.
Cure Unfindable by even a doc.
A human has two hands
Made to explore the land
And touch all that is grand
Shaping the world into a dream
swing sets---have this way about them
when you’re up in that momentary air
you can reach up and catch infinity
before sewing it into your pockets.
-----for that split second
gravity has nothing on you.
I'm trapped by society.
A society that works much like a beehive.
The world follows this unknown queen with lingering questions left upon their lips.
Our life is a cycle,
a pattern of actions and commands.
Carry your mind with curiousity.
Indulge in every wonder within sight,
Keep your senses open.
Something grand is just beyond this road;
This path is leading you to adventure.
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam.
Bind them into your eternal paradise.
Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind.
Craft velvet wings from jewels.
Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
Within this uncompromising maze,
the faceless men in white suits
force you to stumble along
the path from point A to B.
Tall white walls confiscate creativity
and slowly strangle the unsuspecting
its in my lonely
that I realize how I am frail and boney
how harsh I am to me,how my heart is stony
it is in my lonely
that I confront my phony
masks get dropped and the acting gets chopped
My Hope For Life Was To Live !
I Can Be The Most Amazing Person InThe World.
Everyone Can See The Shining Light Within Me.
But If I Can't See It, It Would'nt Matter.
One journey has ended
But the new has begun
It’s my time to shine
It’s my time to breathe
It’s my time to shout
And show who I can be
I love to laugh at the way that they look
The first day of middle school, dread and fear.
This is what started my eighth grade year.
I knew no one, not one single friend
All you see is the exterior form
Instantly you judge me by my face, clothes and background
Yeah I'm different, isn't everyone?
Flawed human beings we are
Hiding behind, creating an illusion
A lust for Blood, a lust for love.
A need for peace; for all wars to end.
The human blood, of such sweet scent.
Why, oh why must the scent linger in the air?
Who am I, Really?
I know I am a Woman but what make me who I am this very moment?
Who am I, really?
I have a past that's darker than I ever imagined.
Who am I, Really?
My mind cannot settle when its filled with thoughts,
and those thoughts will not come out unless they are spoken about.
But how can this be done when im the angry one?
I can be your winter, you can be my fall.
We could make sure, our life is never dull
You can be my summer, I can be your spring.
Embrace My Love.
Inhale my Spirit and Immerse My Soul.
Let My life Explode Into Amillion Pieces.
Let My Pain be Consoled.
Drown In My Sins Until Evil Releases.
As I am a Dove As for you Is A Crane.
You know they say gay marriage is not happening !
But if you wear two of the same socks or shoes. Then you matching it.
In if you wear two different colors then you mixmatchin.
Do you know what that emptiness feels like Inside?
When Knots in your Stomach Ties.
Do you know what it feels like when your smile hides?
Do you know what the coner feels likes when theres no one behind?
As I inhale and exhale and I feel my heartbeat, I know that I am LIFE.
When I die, will it matter that I don't desire a husband, that I prefer a wife?
Colors begin to fade.
Hands begin to lose feeling from the tight grip.
The walls begin to cave.
Clothes are being ripped.
Theres no light just shade.
The room begins to spin.
Tears roll down her face.
I am an optimistic soul
I wonder about my past
I hear the time keepers hands
I see my future
I want to start over
I am a prisoner of time
I wish I was special, But Im Just Different.
I wish I Was A Gift, But im just a Present.
I Wish I was a Blessin, But Im Just blessed.
I wish I could Fly, But instead I can Walk.
I go to sleep waiting to dream
To get away from life everything seen
Fighting each other they love what they see
That's what they want beg and bleed for some feed
Oh well I'll just start slanging some weed
You've move on now and I respect you
I will never come between the 2 .
But when I said I Love You I commited my heart to you.
My souls crys for you .
My heart whispers to you.
If you could Place your arms on someone for the last time, would you just hold me?
If you could walk anywhere in the world you wanted, would you walk out my life?
I live in the darkness
I can hear the blades get sharpened
i am cold and wet
All i have is this carpet, which i use as a blanket
I do what i'm told and my stomach is still flat
I was a broken child from a broken home,
But now im Becoming A women being put back together.
Im Not Alone, I Walk With My Dreams And Live With My Fears,
They tell us it’s our own decision, they tell us we have choices,
They say “Do what makes you happy”, and “speak with your own voices”,
But why then do I feel so trapped? Following a premade trail,
Young
like a kid and wild
like a forest
i meet him and felt complete
for seven hundred thirty days
i felt alive
and loved.welcomed
we wasted time,
long talks on the phone,
You can be free,
But not too free.
You can say what you want,
But here’s the script you need to read from.
You have your own thoughts and opinions,
But only what we implant.
I think it's about time for the change to be birthed. It's about damn time for the truth to be heard. It is about that time for the tables to be turned. A second where all the lies will finally be burned.
Control.
Let it go
hold it in
Breathe
Control.
Hit a wall
Scream so loud
Breathe
Control.
Uncontrolable emotions
Cry like mad
Placed by the window,
the delicate bouquet sits
pristine and untouched
with petals like placid smiles
and soft sissy hands,
they settle dainty and benign
in their sheltered vase.
She stands outside; the sun's to her back;
Her shadow keeps her from being alone.
It's an autumn day, the sky is blue,
It dawns on her how time has flown.
There are worse things than not talking
You can say something wrong you're stupid leave
Live life in love, for love is free; as is a smile, Though sparingly are they given And mistakes are felt, and apologies dealt, Though seldom are they forgiven.
"You don't know what I say in my mind
Close to my heart"--"get your face out of their behind!"
"You think you're so this and so that
all that pride and ego talking, take a seat"...so she sat
Kid you've got to live
Kid you've got to inhale this air and pass the puff puff bc a plant will never be greater than a tree
Plant a seed and spend hours watching it grow
We finally learn how to work out the rhyme,
And we see to move on and not worry for time.
Social Media
Facebook -
Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
People act like they know me
But they dont, and I don't care
What they say. My life is perfect
I've had trials and hurdles and
I've overcame them. So laugh
And make fun I'm sorry your life
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear.
unable to relent nor express deep fear
controlled by all sides of other people expressions
able to listen but unable to be heard
words struggle to escape the mind
Playing Peek-A-Boo through the bushes.
I see a daisy, a damsel in distress, I wonder to myself;
a flower that has never been caressed.
laid out
spread like butter
on the ground.
i'm melting.
yellow self bubbling
as i seep into the ground.
through eyes that barely see but
straight ahead,
Whats on your mind?
I alwyas ponder this question time to time.
We often wonder about our problems and what puts us in these binds.
I think of the same things, sometimes I wonder should i commit crimes?
Real life, real words, real truths, mean little to you.
You hide behind your paranoa,
You want the "best" for me yet
Your support of my dreams means nothing to you.
You ask me to subsitute what I want for myself
I may not be her first her last or her only.she may adore again however she cherishes me now and thats what matters. She may not be immaculate however not, one or the other am I will clutch her and provide for her the most that I can.
Darling, darling... open your ears and listen to these words you must hear
Stop puhing away the things you hold dear because of your fears
Oppression surrounds us, many don't value our opinion but they can't dictate our lives
What some may regard as nonsense may be wisdom to the ears others
Your voice is powerful and unique to you
"Why do you talk so white?"
Well sir, what do you mean?
I'm only talking the way I know how to speak,
are you sure I don't talk pink?
"But, why don't you talk black?"
What the fuck do you know about me?
What the fuck do you know?
Who the hell are you
To say? To choose
For me,
What you do see.
A skinny black kid?
You see A Pair of Glasses?
You see -
I’m Tired
Tired of being told I can’t do something
Tired of being told I’m too slow
Tired of being told I’m too small
Tired of being told I’m to week
I’m Tired
The people of the Earth, were once married to it. In a Garden good and pure, they lived quite happily.
We survive in a world of consumption
No compassion for the surrounding
How can we agree that we even live
Life is a mystery
full of surprises
You'll never know
what's going to happen
so just live through it.
Count your days
count your blessings
count your mistakes
before your life
The heart beats like a thousand drums
When in the face of inquiry to another
A yearning soul heard over melodious hums
Skipping daintily on his merry little toes
The Pied Piper plays his tune.
And laughing happily as he goes
His eyes do glisten like the moon.
He beckons on with fiery force
Clickity-clack
The hands do smack
Over keyboards of our Macs
Tweeting our bros back.
Shorts up ya butt.
Praised is the slut.
The preppies want the purebreds,
It's great to see technology increase for the better good.It's great to see people control manual robots for precise surgeries.It's great that deaf people can hear, and soon blind people will see.
These big and strong trees
Have a great tunnel like view
with their evergreen leaves
The scorching Serengeti heat casts a spotlight
Shining on a glorious creature whose life is finite
He enters the land of the stories untold
But he is the hunter whose task is so bold
Today you are 12
Tomorrow you will be older
and wiser than this number claims
You will climb trees
You will sing in the night
You will be happy.
Tomorrow you will be older
Today is a new day.
I will take a step back to breathe.
Looking around at the beauty that surrounds me.
The warmth of the sun against my skin.
Birds singing and flying through trees.
Today is a new day.
Change is a powerful thing
Sometimes it brings us joy
And sometimes sorrow
At times we do not see it affect us
Desperate measures call for desperate actions.
That's all I knew.
I sat crying in front of my sister,
Hurting so badly I pleaded at her,
Please just kill me.
She looked at me sadly asking innocently.
Love is such a simple word
However the power behind it can put a person in a whirl
I can never say I knew love
Nor the powers it contained
The white
Hills and
Valleys,
All the
Grooves and
Notches,
Are spread
Clear
Before
Your eye.
The same white all
Around you.
Then a
Brown river
Time never sleeps
Not even creeps by
Showing no mercy
So why waste time dreaming of tomorrow
When tomorrow can be today
So why waste time dreaming
Why not Seize the Day
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.
Stop searching,Let it go,There are times to use your eyes,for now, let it flow.Be the being of brokenhearted brutality,if that’s who you are.
Today I stand watching blank faces,
Their sorrows hidden in between the spaces
of their broken hearts.
Shattered minds echo through these hallways,
this supposed education, the proposed libation,
It takes pain to know that you're alive,
That your heart is beating.
That your skin is feeling.
That your lungs are breathing.
It takes passion to know that you have the drive,
Is it normal to hate someone we've never met
Is it normal to talk about the way they look
talk
Today is the day we make something of ourselves,
we become rocket scientists,
we become doctors.
Today is the day we learn something new,
we learn how to love,
we learn how to lose.
I raise my flag to half mast,Acknowledging all who have come before,Who had their minds set on dreams above the clouds,
God watching with love and anticipation,
people today think they know what respect truly is,
when they don't even respect the opinions of others.
I will not
I will not
These words repeat in my head
Over and over and over
I will not cry
Not in front of you I must be strong
Because if I’m not strong then who will be
I have an angel by my side
She's the reason I'm still alive
She wiped my tears when I would cry
She kept me from the dark where I would hide
So I will tell you a story thats bloody and true
It's seen in her eyes the beauty and danger of this world.
Full of love, full of hurts.
And everything in between.
Thought she knew what life meant but life is just a tempt.
Full of truth, full of lies.
Trust is like a currency or a golden ticket.
Giving it to that special someone,
So they will stay and be your friend.
Trust is something will live for and strive from.
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
Belladonna
A beauty that illuminates such carnation hue
You defiled me with your sinful pleasure
A kiss is just a kiss
Until you find the one you love,
A hug is just a hug
Until you find the one you're always thinking of.
A dream is just a dream
Until it comes true,
Love was just a word
The Pit Bull friend or foe
Mans best friend or no?
Bread a killer or a devoted companion.
The gentle giant to some,
A murderer to most.
Powerful, Intimidating, caring all so true,
I will succeed
I want to graduate high school
I want to further my education
I want to go to college
I will succeed
I want to get good grades in college
My head and heart screamin' out your name,
It's been so long since they deemed me sane.
The middle of the night, I'm in this dream,
I want so much to see you standing beside me.
You've got my heart beat runnin' high,
make me feel like I can touch the sky.
You give me that look, your amazing eyes,
My heart takes over, goes into overdrive...
Rules.
Are meant to be broken.
Promises.
Are meant to be kept.
Secrets.
Are meant to be told.
Friendships.
Are meant for you to hold.
Relationships.
Aren't always perfect.
Life is pure
No matter the weather
Sun
Rain
Wind
Snow
No matter the place
City
Country
Somewhere in between
No matter the
People
Emotions
Events
I can see
That the walls are moving in on me
But I can’t tell
If I’m in heaven for in hell
I’m claustrophobic
Be yourself, be who you want to be, need to be, love to be. its whats inside of you growing, needing to sprout, be alive, come alive and show everybody who you really are.
Competition in this generation marks the determination of
H.I.P.H.O.P
We will be those who carry insanity
Not every day do you see a place like this
Some call it a hole, others an abyss
It appears to be a gateway to Hell
Those who fall into it have a story to tell
Here lies the woman of dreams who escaped turmoil on the high of laughter, plummeted into the stories sung by written words and tears, and danced in imaginary lands while cowering from the sun.
Your heart beats in me
Thumping, thumping
You kick with your feet
Thumping, thumping
Drummer girl you dance
Along in my womb
You prance and dance
To Lullaby's sung to you
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
hey yall its mycall (michael) to live on and so forth and so on
my life is a pen and a pad im just right on rythm is my poem like life goes on
like my poems are just a bunch of run ons cant you tell that im on
Walking across the beach,
feeling the gritty warm texture of the sand against my feet,
I think about life.
Life as it is now and how life will be.
JUST THAT ONE STEP IS BEYOND THE BREAK, YOU CAN'T LIVE TWICE SO FULLY INTAKE
REGRET IS PAINFULL AND IT'S WACK-DONT DO ANYTHING YOU'LL WANT TO TAKE BACK JUST THAT ONE STEP IS BEYOND THE BREAK
Somebody once told me
that Life was like clay,
no matter how much you fiddle around with it
the clay will eventually harden.
What did they mean?
Somebody once said
that Life was beautiful and
They’re more scared of me, than I am of them
For the God I serve is alive not dead.
They are so naïve and they say they’re brave,
Yet they sit in offices and send troops to the grave.
Unforgettably forgettable
You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical
The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible
You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
I love.I lose.I learn.I leave.I live.And I love again. I give.I forgive.I blame.I shame.I renounce name.Yet still I give again. I love.I lose.I learn.I leave.I live.And still I love again.
I knew where I was headed,
Lost in thought, nose in a book:
Dragons, fairies, elves and sugar plum days.
Every thought, every move.
Life is a perpetual cold.
It is said to cure it
"Do what you're told.
Don't stray from the norm,
or life will suck."
But I am not a sitting duck.
The status quo is getting old,
“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!”
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones.
They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
Shinning brighter than the stars,I watch the lights blink on, one by one.Sitting on the cold grass, under a blanket of dark,The view across the water humbles me. I watch the lights blink on, one by one.Some colorful, some just plain white.The view
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
I see the serene water gently drifting by,
As the sun shines bright where I lie,
Peace is around all around where I see,
Yet there is a problem lingering with me,
My heart feels frantic and tries to escape,
The conversation in my mind is like the round of applause
that rang after your favorite band played that summer.
Spirited and wracked with resolution, except in my mind,
in strands of complicated arguments.
A broken watch lies in my hands
It seems to have died the day I found my fate
Like the burden of knowledge I must act
In fact, run and race time before he beats me to my own game
A head start would suffice
for love, for hate, for the broken-hearted...
for your tears, for your fears, for all you've ever wanted but could not win
for the man you are but cannot really show
for the woman you pretend to be
Life isn't about finding yourself
Life is about creating yourself
It gets hard
Living in a world that's wrapped up in a system that we didn't create
I smile
I laugh
I joyously shout
I hug
I cry for them
And they cry for me
I help as best I can
I pry for those who need the prying
I hide for those who want the hiding
Tic. Tok. Tic. Tok. Tic. Tok.
Time is running away, growing short, fading to black.
It's the end of the film, time to applaud, time to give praise.
When the grain of sand is used, it's gone away, no getting it back.
Spoken words that are known by many understand by little is called poetry
what it means to me is lyrics running through my head
words that ever one has but can't understand them
emotion is a form of expressing one's self
A voice inside a soulThe emotion, the strength, the hidden confidence That sometimes never releases; or is trapped on paper By the pen that squeezes out the voice onto a sheet ...Then another sheet, another sheet!It becomes journal of dreams we wa
I'm surrounded by many.
I know people love me.
But why do I still feel lonely?
I smile, laugh, and have fun.
But why don't I feel happy?
What people see isn't always true.
How do you change a color of a rose?
When its color is already deep red.
Do you paint over its radiant shade?
Hoping that will stay when the right things are said.
I left them behind in the airport
and forgot to look back
Eight months and twenty-eight days
this country has been growing in me
kicking until I crumble and stand back up
Life is like a puzzle
The whole picture is only seen at the end
Piece by piece, moment by moment it builds up
In a second it can be destroyed
After an earthquake you put the pieces back together
Entangled with the path of wandering
I find myself often here pondering
Which road should I take?
Can I go back?
WIll I forget?
Confused I find myself tangled here
Ropes from friends and other 'Dears',
Listen.
Miscommunication sucks.
The people involved in this travesty feel unheard and underappreciated.
I write to show the beauty in freeing your soul by using words.
I write to create the security of those who just want to speak up and discourse as freely as the birds.
The tears roll down from his eyes
and are blown away in whispers
By the wind
This Man
I do not know him
He cries in an agony
I cannot see
He is alone beside me
Life is a control
We hold the power over ourselves in our hands
But there’s no anytime use power button
Although there is that little button some people resort to
When they just can’t handle it anymore
Deep within my soul this story untold
Of love life happiness and dreams deferred
A poet’s passion
Let my pen lead you down, down this road if you dare
To tell a passion of poetry a love so deep none could tear
Alone under dark skies
Where ambience and little life cries
To the power they ride
Live they who contest the lie
Falling upon the deafest of mouths
And the hungriest of ears
Poems capture beauty
They describe a living scene
They talk about the real world
Things everyone can see
If you've ever seen a sunset
Splashes of color in the sky
Or gazed upon a rainbow,
On a grey day filled with rain that never stopsAs my heart screams but can't be heard, time continues to clockI have news--good, bad, happy, and sadYet I have no one around to tell them as they're too busy musedWith their pleasures and ecstasy, y
Out of my way
Out of my skin
Fire flows through my brain
Let me go back to my time
The time I went to fly
Fly higher than the sky
Where I met strangers
They were neither red nor black
Metal giants towering,the music of history overpowering.The wonderland that goes by many names,its hidden treasure… a chance at fame.LIGHTS! The lights of the big stage are blinding,
Happiness is a feeling not a destination.So why do we keep searching on a path full of limitations.Searching in objects becomes our new motivation to move up an elevation. Because tv ads have provided us with this generalization.
Do something
Make something
Be something
Just go and do.
Don't just be.
Just being
is boring.
Be something
Make something,
of yourself,
outside yourself.
Art, mind, body, soul. All are connected. Poetry, theatre, dance, sing. All are therapy. With therapy we join. With therapy we live.
I chose to write today
Having been gifted with literacy
Gifted with the words I say
Have power, the authority
To bear truth, God-given knees
Bent in prayer, wholly broken
Personify me.
The way you see me, and the way I see myself will forever reign
different.
Take control of the ink,
push limbs to trees and write out a new beginning,
ending,
way to live,
I write, therefore I am free
free to be me
i live in a country
with freedom of expression and
I choose to use it.
I need no therapy sessions,
write my own questions
This World We're In Full of fear of the end There are some who seek For the greater good- But can great be misunderstood This World We're In Full of love and enjoyment A house for my family, is money well spent And those who tend to live forever..
Why am I crying...
Why would I shed a tear with no reason behind it...
Is my life leading me towards unhappiness,
Or am I just shedding a tear for each person that suffers each day.
To live forever is a hopeless dream,
Humans are meant to come and go from here,
Life is not something that you can redeem,
We stand to fall,
We run to crawl,
We laugh to cry,
and we live to die.
No matter what turn you take,
your actions all lead to fate.
The fate at the end of the road you're on,
Heads are turning on an axis
As they’re dancing lightning flashes
Round and round their spirits go,
Rain drops falling on their noses.
Wishing it would never end
Thunder crashing out again,
Close your eyes,
open your mouth,
let your stomach shout an OMMMM
stretch, relax, take care of your skin,
eat properly, be gentle, give, never take,
be honest.
Work hard, sleep much,
run
Life is cruel
Life is pain
Life will make you go insane
Life is mad
Life is mean
Life will make you loath being a teen
Life is evil
Live is crazy
Dreams
our sincerest
kept secrets
Our heart desires
that burn
like raging
fires.
Things that we
can't or
won't say
aloud
Poetry found me
when I had just
become a teen.
Before then I
had loved to
write but
that was just
short stories
Do you believe in life ?
It's calling your name
That persistent ringing in your ears
Makes you feel the shame
While walking down the street one day
I heard a small boy cry
Why hath this life have no meaning
And why do people die
I thought to myself
"oh small boy everyone asks someime"
In this moment, we are infinite,
We’re alive.
Something bigger than ourselves.
Something not meant to die.
In this moment, we are crazy.
Wild and carefree.
What is a mistake if we along with everyone around us cannot learn and benefit from it? Too many of my family members, friends, teachers, this generation and ones before me have been effected by numerous heath issues such as:
Maybe He needs to stop.
Maybe He needs to forget that he's not always the only person on top
Maybe he needs to hold off of these shots cuz he knows it wouldn't hit the spot
Maybe he should give himself some little props
Time flies way too fast
There is no reverse
Youth is fleeting
My childhood is in pieces
Is this what reincarnation is for?
Re-do
Do over
Can I take everything I have done back?
Wanderlust
I want to see the world
I need to experience the sectional wonders
And gape openly at this earth’s natural splendor
I want to see the world
I must explore every inch
I've lived
I've learned
I've loved
I've learned
I've lost
I've learned
I've lied
I've learned
I've listened
I've learned
I've laughed
I've learned
I've lived
Without pain….
You would not know of badness,
Or goodness
You would not know what is wrong,
Or what is right
You would not know of darkness in the mind,
Or light in the soul
What's in a day that can't be found in a breath?
Going for more but coming with less,
Finding that what you have is not what you thought,
Still forward for fear that if you stop you are lost.
Never ending
Everlasting
Wondrous
Yellow
Outrageous
Rainy
Kindling
That is where I wish to be New York, New York.
Imagine standing on greatness
The world is wild but you will find a way to tame it
Be shameless, cause it's only those that are crazy enough to believe they can change things
That end up famous
It’s a nice hot summer day
You’re going on a family trip
That is two hundred miles away
You don’t want you mom to flip
So you chose to not say a word
You thirst, but do you dare take a sip?
I have cried
And feel
Like I've just died
I don't know whyyyyyy.
I hurt so bad
I get so mad
When the pain
Hits me hard
It feels like acid rain
As being stab by shard
And there's a reason you shouldn't burn bridges,
Cuz sometimes they just can't be rebuilt,
and it's a guilt trip every time you try to mend that relationship.
Everytime I go to tell you what's on my mind I lose control.
I feel so much emotions in my heart, mind, body and soul.
But for some reason I don't know how to let the truth unfold.
Sometimes
Amongst a world of chaos, loss, anonymity, and pain
The thing you need the most is to be invisible
To no longer try to fit into it all
Into all the deceit,
The roles of society
Nothing is a given,
Nothing is for sure,
Nothing guarantees,
You’ll live another day
That which makes you who you are,
Is solely up to you
The skeletons of life unlead,
Haunt me everyday
Until
Until I make this life I lead,
Nothing else but mine
Life unlead is life a waste,
Yours is your own, you set the pace
Make your mark on the human race,
Leave a mark,
Make a difference,
Live each day like your last
The sun the flowers, the sky up high,
Perhaps beauty does not exist, but rather is the different ways people see the same thing,
Perhaps there are no truths and lies, but just different ways we perceive what we see and hear,
~the Grass isn’t always greener
but it’s hard when we don’t see the hell
im glad i rely on my sisters and brothers
instead of watching friendships sail
hope no one looks at my life as perfect
There are bumps in the road.
Many tears to cry.
There can be laughter and smiles
All you need to do is try.
Discover the places that make you smile
But stop and look once in a while.
Love lives with no worries about who it will love next.
Nor do it worry about who loves the best.
Its the perfect role model for moving on from the past.
Its mistakes are lessons learned and carried over from the last.
What is the meaning of life
does it mean walking through every day with strife
and in the end taking ones own life?
Walking in an empty shell
having your feelings swell
without any quell?
Los Angeles
I walk this city everyday of my life
if I go by car or by skate board, bike
I came across some delays in this time a day
whether running from crips or an old lady cane
Life,
So meaningless and rich,
It withers like a dying flower And yields its beauty with, Yet richer than the richest golds
And finer than the finest jewels,
Walking home, long day.
November already?
We vote, and give thanks.
The leaves are brown.
And the weather slips down.
The cold giving me a slight chill.
