problems
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One does damage control
The other causes damage
You claim protection
BUT in reality
It's detonation
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A soft breeze flows seamlessly
Through a forest the size of the world
A tree feels the featherlight touch
The generous moon places upon it
My family not being proud of me
My friend loosing her life over a cheater
Moving to Texas to leave everything behind
To be depressed, weak, and unatural
Not seeing my father again
I brag about my power
I rebel for no reason
I create dramas
I show my false self
If I could change one thing about society,I don’t know what I’d do. Everybody is always telling me,‘Change starts with you!’ Well, I can’t fix our climate, Or gain world peace. I can’t make everyone rich.If I did, it’d soon decrease! It would flow
Problems
They see me
Walking around so happy
But they don’t know
What’s really going on
Inside
When things are going wrong,
Put those problems into a song.
When we are alone,
Singing makes us feel at home.
If you are too sick,
Just listen to music.
If you have a frown,
my friend told me something very interesting, something i'd never thought of before
he said,
So you know how a bow works right? for a bow and arrow
I said,
yeah of course i do
he said,
Dear mom,
I’m tired of your games,
Tired of you telling me that I will never make it.
You never know my true thoughts
And I refuse to share them with you,
A gifted talent no one's found
Watching a TV with no sound
Eating chips that crack too loud
No verbal contact, I'm too profound
To hide behind your lies and hold truth
You're subtle but I have no proof
Swimming through my lake of thoughts
I gaze and then behold,
The dreams are singing, and hopes are ringing
The young and also the old
It's an empty promise.
A temporary bliss.
But blissful nonetheless
Scaring my worries away
Even if just for a few moments.
But the thought to let go is terrifying
This world can seem so scary
not everything is pixie dust and faries.
So much evil that we see in the media,
you don't beleive everything you see...do ya?
I find my escape in the stanzas and rhymes
First week of freshman year; the hallways were bright
before the bullies mapped their routes
and made it nearly impossible to get to
the good vending machines.
An occasional shove into a locker wasn't the worst
I should have known the minute they started treating me different
Well, now I'm all grown and I'm getting thrown out of my ass
Forced to be all on my own, stuck with nowhere to call home
You water me with your reassurance
You made me feel beautiful
You dowzed me with sun
You forgot to water me
You left me to welt
You told me I was pretty
Yet you left me out to welt
Dear Me,
Soon, you’ll see, very soon, when the moon’s out,
In a glorious afternoon where it’s rare
To see her scout amongst the chaos ‘round,
You will see a girl starring eastbound and,
Step back
Face the facts
The world spins and carries our slack
I sit
I wonder
But I don't react
I can't react.
Our sight
Our might
Our brain waves distorted
Dear atoms,Connection and explosion is the name of your gameIs that not the same of those you occupy?Molecule after molecule of swe
Dear Ms. Yolanda,
You know I care about you right?
Well, I do. You are my family and I will always love you.
But we need to talk. I wish you would start living already.
I'm about to flow in
Heavy winds hittin lately but we aint even lookin'
The world going through shit but you are still foolin'
Plus all these young niggaz coming through with no endz
Dear Height Differences,
There are so many things I like about you.
And things that I absolutely hate.
When my doctor told me I was stuck at the height of 4'11" at the age of seventeen,
Why can't I just be a bird,
that reaches up to the sky looking down at all the views and always free to fly?
Why can't I just be the sun,
Is it because my skin is not the color of milk or the lightest of creme that my world I was born in since birth is stilted. It's tilted.
Many people want to live the fast life
That desire crumbles when they have to confront judgement's knife
There is no need to live in strife
Just don't go searching for the fast life
I'm sick of waiting
for the world to pass on judgement.
I'm sick of waiting for its punishment.
I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come
whether it is ot bring joy
or if it is to bring tradgedy.
Whose left? It seems that the world has forgotten.
Those who gave their all, so that we could be proud of our country.
No one thinks of them anymore, they only see problems.
B L I N D
I see the way he looks at her
He wants her
He would brighten her
The perfect two
Oh, joy!
Like they were matched
Meant to be
But,
She's too blind!
Red is for the blood
Red for all those who’ve bled for freedom
White is for nothing
Nothing that anybody has done to ensure the freedom of all
It was a rule I broke
that would lead me to find
a person who was actually kind.
A person I barely know,
and has had the courtesy to say "Hello".
Countries away we are
and yet with social media
Can you hear me now,
As I call through the cloud
The memories of the year that has past?
The memories of joy
The memories of tears
The memories of death
The memories of life
It was in her younger years,
When she saw her parents fears.
Her sister would be gone,
Then the police would appear.
I can't let go of the past.
It isn't that simple.
The memories are engraved in my brain
Like the scars on skin.
They play in my head over and over
Like a movie on loop.
If I could simply forget them
It was what nobody suspect,
And denial begins,
Because how could a girl like me
Who has everything
Fall into this pit of darkness?
Is it really my fault
That I may be depressed?
Life was put into me and in an overtime instance, I was hooked.
Not one soul could take away the love I had for you.
Your smile. My smile. We internally matched. Were one. Whole.
Every place we explore
Filled with negativity
Every person
Complains about dignity
Every popular news station
Preaches only the bad
I ask about love,
And if I can ever find it.
But how can I expect someone to love me,
When I don't love myself?
How can I expect respect,
When I tear myself down?
How can I expect anyone to trust me,
What's the most important part of the outfit?
For some it is the shoe, the shirts, the hair
But for me, it won't simply be found anywhere.
You can't buy it in a store,
Nor have it tailored.
I am not a poet,
And when I do I try,
I put myself down,
And give up every time.
I am not a poet,
Though I would like to be.
I find I can never express
My feelings accurately.
Something I don't understand
Is why we are always fighting
Who's right, and who's wrong?
Who's to blame, who do we disagree with?
Does it matter?
Do we have to convince the other side
The person who always looks happy
Is the one that gets hurt the most
The person who always care about others
Is the one that gets hurt the most
The person who always works hard
Can anyone love me?
Would anybody be willing to withstand
My horrible insecurity,
The side of me I hide?
Would you be willing to tell me
It will be alright,
When you know I don't believe you?
Author's Note: This was a poem written by Catrina Sable, a good friend of mine, and myself. Enjoy!
Two girls that feel alone
Lost in their head
Replaying the battles,
Hearing the never ending screams,
You can think in a blink,
But you better not wink.
Don't scow at the Polaroids,
I know you're annoyed.
You didn't want to be there,
Because lets face it you don't really care.
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
There's a brick wall that only we can see
and it's my fault that it came to be.
With a torch I set the bridge to flames
and then looked for someone else to blame.
I need help paying for college.
Let's look at this mathematically.
Now, a good college = Time x Money.
Everybody knows that Time = Money.
So, a good college = (money)^2
I need help paying for college.
Let's look at this mathematically.
Now, a good college = Time x Money.
Everybody knows that Time = Money.
So, a good college = (money)^2
Years are drifting by,
Life is passing through,
Pain and sorrow surrounding you,
We surpass the challenges,
Only for new ones to form,
We raise our hands,
In hopes that everything will be okay,
The world is crying
cause children are starving
while inside your dying
and you can't stop the heartache
the dealers are buying
the people are lying
but you can't stop trying
to fight it
What would you know,
About me and my plight?
Have you heard me scream for dear life?
Have you seen my inability to talk,
Incapable of expressing myself,
Unless it is by paper, by words.
To think of what I want to save
When moving very far away
Perhaps inside a lovely cave
But I would really rather stay
Corruption uses those faces
Beautiful faces
Have control in reality and illusion
Spawning death everywhere
We need those pretty faces
That inspire and hypnotize
Why create a poem if not for a loved one?
Why sing a song for someone if not for someone special?
Why not just make it something less meaningful since you dont like them?
Well here is a wake up call.
10:56pm
Someone tell me why im having a mental breakdown.
its 10:56 and im numb.
not too long ago i got my phone taken away,
and just let me something about that.
Take off the filters and remove the blindfold,
Enter this world as you are,
Not as you are told-
That you should be.
Because that is not you,
It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.
Second chances, second tries, fresh opportunties.
But I'm like a broken record, there's never a new me
Keep on doing the same thing, keep on fucking up things.
Always the same pain, the same stress the same ordeals.
Sick
of this era’s categorization,
overanalyzation,
and hasty labeling of human beings.
They label us all
smoothing stickers over our names,
Money is such an issue
So much so I may need a tissue
As I try to make good grades and pass my classes
I have to worry about the assets that I can grab at
I write this now in the mist of darkness, captivated by the thoughts that have been longing to erupt.
She believes in self expression,
Righteous Writing,
Speaking out.
She knows that your transgression
Awaits in hiding
In the words behind your mouth
She understands that it has meaning.
It…was the first time…that I’d ever felt extramarital sex was a sin
Was the first time I’d tasted the bitterness of this forbidden fruit I’d always found sweet
Your hands which I’d always thought were warm chilled me to the bone
Watch him go!
The silly thing
The pitiful, puny, ugly thing
Six grabbing
Appendages
Crawling up the table leg
The shadow of my finger
Chasing him
Scramble home,
little bug,
This world.
Yes. This one
The one you're a part of
Is dying
The United States falls
The Middle East quarrels
The world is gripped by panic, and fear
Pestilence
War
Poverty
A body in the street
but no one knows how the small child sees
his brother dead facedown
now he will be remembered as a corpse and the child a statue
Is this what we wanted
I refuse to fit into your 9x9 inch squares and your 12x12 inch cubicles
I refuse to always comb my hair and always look my best just so people could say, "yo, you look fresh ta death!"
Standing in the front of the mirror, I hear someone murmur,
"The problem with bones
is that they are hidden beneath all my fat."
The real problem with bones
is that they have become symbols.
Family.
Such a frail fragile thing
It is a living ecosystem of aunts and uncles
Mothers and Sons, daughters and their fathers.
What becomes of this intricate unit when it is disturbed?
A growing voice inside my head; the essence of me.
You were my only nightmare, yet the only person I wanted to see.
I could not wait to meet you, for I never have before.
Past closed up pizza jointsPast laundromats, through the dying noisethe nights tick on like clockworkwatch the calendar as my steps unwind
Forget Me Not
*controversial*
Morning sickness brings the blues,
Monthly cycle is overdue.
She was drunk that night,
Flinging morals in the wind,
Like a snake shedding its old skin. Its itchy and uncomfortable. Heavy and bothersome. Makes the insides of the stomach roll around in anxiety and half disgust.
You cut into my skin
Whether you know it or not
You don't think it a sin
I'm just an afterthought
My troubles you laugh at
And you say they don't exist
Somehow it's just that
Everyone comes to me with there situations
But where do i go with mine
Everyone always assumes i'm fine
Maybe helping people is just suppose to be my vocation
The day started normally, Like it always does,
And nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Not until 3rd period when I decided to make my best (or so I thought) better
All the time I see it happen, all around me it goes on.
What do I do? Why do I do it?
I Stand Up! I Fight Back!
I fight for the little guy.
I fight for what's right.
I do it for those who need help.
Fade away
Into yesterday
Will anyone know when I am gone
Trapped in yesterday
Wanting to escape
The sorrows that enrapture me
Trying to be brave
I came to my father and said, "Father, I have straight A's."
Ignoring me as he turned to my brother.
"Son, don't ditch school or get F's. You're the one that carries the family's name."
I am a revolving door
People crash into me
In tears they
ask me
to move.
People ignore
my dirty glass.
They never wipe
tears from my face.
I am a revolving door.
Dear Love:
How have you been?
I remember when,
We first talked;
It’s been a while since then.
And I hope we’re still friends,
We got some issues, but let’s mend the fences.
I wish that I could sleep, I wish I couldn’t see,
All the things that we could be.
I wish that I could breathe, I wish that it was we,
But it’s you plus her, not me.
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see.
Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word?
A person who hears people's needs.
But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light.
In a blinding sheet of darkness.
You ignore and try to forget.
The world buries problems underground
With no hesitation it takes
While we walk over the mound
All the problems the world makes
Problems look better in pitch black night
Heated
Upset
Not Happy
All the product of problems
Jay-Z says he has 99
This bitch has too many to count
no, not like real life problems
What I Hate
Do you know what I absolutely hate?
What makes me so sick to my stomach?
And my skin crawl with repulsion?
I’ll tell you what I hate:
I down another bottle
To wash the pain away.
For a brief moment,
I feel a bit okay.
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history
Flesh that isn't our own
Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people.
They fight.
Changing
More than your clothes
More than your appearance
Start with yourself, and look deeply
Inside
Leading
More than yourself
More than what's expected
This is not about me
This is about someone I see everyday
She’s sad, depressed
Tearing over spilt milk
She’s a coward
Doesn’t speak against anyone else
She does as she’s told and never speaks up.
ending it all horribly.
brought down,
Our world will be in ruins
If there isn't anyone,
Names called out in the hall,
Tears-streaming-down,
How can this be right?
Under pressure from everyone, school, parents, friends…and now this
Back-and-forth-back-and-forth;
If I could, my eyes wouldn’t blink so fast.
My oh so lonely heart wouldn’t feel so smothered.
“YOLO!”-- hold on sorry.......YOWO! Now what exactly can I sway, if I may?
through video or paper -- which matter, which way?
To release many thoughts, through frames per second, no way
Food, water and shelter
That's it..
That's what I would focus on
If I had the chance to change the world.
I'm serious, all other issues aside
Food, water and shelter would be my key topics
It ran away some time ago, or perhaps it was stolen.
Not by a man, a drug, or a mix of the two.
It was stolen by the world.
Everyone seems to have all these high expectations for me,
for I am a preacher's daughter,
I am a "smart" person,
I am innocent.
No one expects me to slip up.
I am not allowed to get a bad grade,
Big hand is Minutes and Short hand is Hours
Both take my time and waste it as I try,
Try as hard as I can to read a clock, It's easy.
Counting by fives, It's one of the rare things I can
TWERKING, WHORING, FIGHTING ON CAMERA
BUT YET THEY WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE ROYALTY .
THERES NO GUIDANCE, NO MORALS, NO FUNCTION
TOO MANY WANT TO BE BOSS ASS BITCHES INSTEAD OF A PHENOMENAL WOMAN
This year's almost over
How terrific to hear
It hasn't been the best,
and that is certainly clear.
Filled with depression;
Overflowing with sorrow
Not an obsession
Running, running, running
As fast as I can go
They're coming closer still
My breath is running low
Last night :Big fightNext morning:lots of mourning4'9 , light complexion ;brown eyes, black hair15 year old femaleNobody knows where
High school? The glorious years. When will that come true?
I had been told that high school would hold some of the best years of my life.
Do not tell me… Do not tell me…
Because when you tell me, you do not tell me.
You clandestine
As if words don’t roam from ear to ear
From the time we are born, we learn.
We learn to walk, speak, eat.
We learn right from wrong.
What can't I say to my teacher?I can say everything.But I don't.
Ambulance sirens.Someone else dying.Girls getting knocked up.The fathers leave or get locked up.Few fake cops.Walking out dealing with Opps.
Oh what things I wish I could have said;
That I would taste rolling on my tongue;
The sweet and sugary words of not so cliche;
And the sour spite of not feeling wrong.
I've learned to like the problems.
I've learned to love the pain.
There is no hope of coping with it any other way.
They say "Be glad with what you have,
and you will be alright.
Cherish every moment,
How are you still here?
Jon, how are you still here
through all my pain and all my tears,
through all of the fears I've laid out
right before you?
I delved into my heart and rambled on
Broken home
Broken heart
Torn from the inside out
Just ripped apart
………………………………..
You’re behind my scars
When you have a bad day
and you're tired and torn,
when you look up to the sky
and ask why you were born,
don't let it get to you,
because you're better than that.
Don't let it trouble you,
1 a.m. isn't for those "just married" couples sleeping together for the first time,
1 a.m. isn't for those who party everyday of the week nor for those who
stay up late playing video games.
You had me really scared and disappointed
But we're passed that
Our relationships got ups and downs
Like the NASDAQ
Late nights when no one else would
You'd let me crash at
The crib throwing fibs to those
I'm just dying
To be perfect.
Whatever it takes,
Will be worth it.
Can I please,
Be enough for you?
I'm stumbling, trying,
To make it through.
And pleasing everyone,
I could tell you a secret,
But it's locked inside.
I could dig in and reach it,
If I dismantled my pride.
I really want to tell you,
But you're in a different state of mind.
Acting,
Like I'm up on a stage.
Memorized the lines
On every page.
And the girl,
The one that I play,
She's the one That'd you'd like,
And see every day.
But underneath the surface,
Give me liberty or give me death.
They taught me that, but I can’t even take a breath.
They stare with distaste,
that test was an accident please don’t hate.
I remember when we first met
The summer before my first high school year
Can’t seem to remember the exact day, but the month and year I’ll never forget
That year so long ago has finally brought me to cry my last tear
Unlike me
you live your life
as if it's a game
rolling the dice
taking the chances
whenever they come up
You live life
with a lot of unsolved problems
whenever they come up
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.
The Subconscious possesses my fragile fingers, tracing the rusted doorknob.
My errant body ambles off, leaving the scent of presence behind.
The inviting entrance embraces my hand delicately.
Luring me into a House where
The problem is that people can only speak with oneMouth. Most people will only listen to a person a single time.
I keep over thinkingAnd I give myself problemsThese problems only exist in my mindBut my mind won’t shut upSo I continue to have these problemsThat aren’t even real
Just waking up on a summer day
Maybe it's noon or later okay
You stretch for your phone just to see
Message Received "Hey it's me(:"
Groaning and complaining you reply
I write a poem; a verse; a page in my diary,
To calm this fire and rage.
Cause there is no soul I trust to let the air out.
I listen to those music; to those rain drops falling;
Need experience to get a job
Need a job to get experience
Need a job to pay for college
Need a college diploma to get a decent job
Only borrow as much as you can pay back a.k.a.
On a Saturday night around 12 am I find myself lost in a haze of vibrations and hands
Pulling at my hips, while we dance
At the end of our meeting
With a name and a drink I was greeted
At the start, I felt them place the chains upon me.
Decisions, ideas, thoughts they decided for me,
Pushed so hard I believed they were my own,
Yet they were so different from the writing on my heart.
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes
to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise
I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing
and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
I am the center of a tornado
Everything around me is crumbling and crunching
They are spinning and spiraling out of control
But here, here at the core
Is my peace, my bliss
When I feel for the disadvantaged I write,
When there is chaos everywhere and I know the solution I write,
When my brethren are brutally killed I write,
To share the pain, to discover a solution,
the gulf is opened
waves rough and obnoxious
filled with the hopes and the dreams
and the crushed desires
morose days
depressed nights
things that just don’t go the way
you would expect
Intimidated by the overgrowing sounds
My mouth smothered by a trembling fear
My voice lost in the jungle of words
A feeling of regret blooming in my throat
When you leave a night with unfinished words and unspoken feelings,
You’re left with these emotions that cast on for a year,
trying to fit in a day;
Impossible feelings you never thought possible,
Stuck in a triangle so it seems, Lost beyond hope by any means.
Struggling to win a losing fight, I think I just lost the love of my life.
Should have brought a life jacket, To avoid sinking in life's sins
The stress of perfection showed upon my face as I gazed at my reflection, but I wasn't perfect. I had become a master of deception, writing lies in the book of life all to create a false perception.
I'm too young to have a stressed mind
If money wasn't real we would have less crime
Cause of banks we got bodies full of hollow clips
Put the money in the bag and run like a politic
Life ain’t soft I pray in the rough
I'm going through the motions
And I don't know why.
This whole feeling is atrocious
But I can't even hide.
I'm smiling in the physical
But crying all day.
Must be something spiritual
As the days go by, God continues to be my teacher...
displaying the strongest of challenges to my eye, like cheering fans on the bleachers...
Never had to talk and never wanted to talk
Had any problems, kept them to myself
Problems with myself, the surrounding, our world, key and lock
But I can’t handle this and no one else will tell
They say i'm way too young
To find the man that is the one
If i dont find him i'm going to burst
That is why i put my God first
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.
