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So Just Like My Namesake In... “ The Great Escape “...
I’m The King of The COOLER Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler "....
A TRUE School Type Mover TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!!
I AM THE BEST AND SO STRONGMY DAD WILL BEAT ANY 1 IN CAR RACE
I LIKE MATHS AND SCIECE AND ENGLLISH
MY SISTER IS IN HI SCHOOL AND SO SWEET TO ME
I LOVWE BEES AND TREES
I AM THE BEST AT RHYMEENG
I AM
Life is worth living
Everybody deserves to be giving
When you get hit
You learn to deal with it
When you fall down
You may hit the ground
However it is not the end
You make me feel empty You make me feel sadYou make me feel like I have lost everything I had
Now all I do is lay here and cryI even sometimes wish I could just lay down and die
You make me feel empty You make me feel sadYou make me feel like I have lost everything I had
Now all I do is lay here and cryI even sometimes wish I could just lay down and die
A child I was in a distant, unknown land
For I lacked something big, something grand
Yet I did not know where to look
Therefore my heart fell forsook
I am a baby
I enter the world and open my beautiful eyes to see the light
Cute as a baby, oh that’s me
Smiles from bundles of joy
Poof! I am a kid
My freedom escapes me,
so separated by clumps of grasse
My freedom is lost,
to the cages of pavement
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.
Does structured poetry convey the same emotional movement as slam poetry?
Who am I to say,
That a three lined haiku
Doesn’t move one’s heart
I have no one
No one has me
I am all alone
Stuck in a tree
The leaves are changing
The birds are singing
In comes new weather
That fall is bringing
I have no one
No one has me
Hard work, you can get anywhere if you have it
It is something you have to admit
And if you commit
Surely you will be happy
And I can bet
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What keeps me calm
hypes me up
What makes me strong
Lives me up
When all is wrong
And seems abrupt
On a deserted wasteland
no empty cups
The Juiceman their to pipe it up
"The expanse of the sky
The shine of the stars
When the sleeping world lies
The golden silence is ours
The great big sea
With hidden graves
The oceans deep
With countless waves
I am writing poetry about my feelings at school
I do not express them openly because I am cool
I go to school to learn and read cool books
I pretend not to cry cuz it messes up my looks
Mariah
Sure, that's me.
That is my name.
The first thing people see.
But when they let themselves in,
And pass through the door,
When they find themselves inside,
But not finding what for,
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Sometimes I feel like wasting my time
Being here doing nothing, letting life go by
But through it all I begin to remember
The wonderful blessing it is to be alive.
I was born with the sun in my teeth and hair
with mercury pouring out of my fingers and toes
Unburdened with the notion of needing to be anything
at recess I practiced the sprinkler
so I could be everywhere at once
Chivelry is not dead, it has only spread to the men
Inocence, instead, has met it's inevitable end
For once there was a question weather to hold her hand
Whew!
I got to catch a breath got to keep going got to keep buzzing
Show the opposition what kind of matter I’m made of.
And I will keep buzzing and blazing bright no matter if we are
Down below or way up high.
Still darkness engulfs me
Like a sea of liquid ink
When a hand palms my chest
Bashing like a bomb
Bashing like a bomb
Rhythmically
Just as I take the offensive
I see the mistaken oppressor
During my 5th and 4th grade years,
Well, I don’t want to say that I was hot stuff…
But I’ll say it anyway:
One. Popular. 10 year old.
Hollister jacket hair straightener iPod Nano
I woke up this morning to the wind gnawing through my old windows. I woke up next to my little dog, and the sun slipping through my blinds like love letters pushed under a door. I woke up at one in the afternoon.
In a world where money is fixated and everything is dictatedOn who you know and how you dressThis everyday world is turning into a mess
I can't say one thing!
Not one damn thing, without you criticizing me!
Just shut up!
You ask what I mean,
I mean Im Fed Up!
You push me for my 'own good',
If I had the chance, I would take a stance.
Make myself be heard, find a cure.
The numbers are soaring, parents are mourning.
Lives are impacted each day.
But you see,
no ear will hear,
The stars; so far yet so near.
Though impossible, I can feel their soft whispers through the night.
Rippling in my ear, each has a story to tell,
A story of the beginning, the now, and the end.
Weak children starving in the street,
Where is there food for them?
Parents letting their children get beat,
Where is there safety for them?
Sons and brothers lying dead on the battlefield,
Lonely face while he walks the streetWater from my eyes like sea salt-laden galesThe last they heard from him was a tweetAll she wanted was to hear a taleThe Moon was bright as a lamp-post
Flow in the wind like a flower in the Spring,
Your delicate petals swirl in the midst.
Touched by your warm smile,
waiting all along just to hold you a while.
Tulips grow in May showers,
I'm not much of a poet,
and I'm sure that I show it.
But if I had to pick something to change,
there would be no limits,
for those who have spirit,
because they have everything to gain.
The world is crazy, but never slowing down
I see so many different people whenever I look around
Black, white, yellow, and red
I see all these people inside my head
But why do we hate the way people look
What would I change?
Shit, where do I start...
If only I could eliminate all the times a boyfriend stomped on my heart.
If I could erase all the times I stayed in the house,
Take a seat,
and close your mouth.
Let me torment you instead.
The lesson for today,
is role reversal;
Take a seat
and take it to the head.
Let me take my anger out on you,
They say education is important
So why can’t it be
When you’re sitting at your desk with your hands between your knees
Students sigh in advance when you pass out a test
Teachers are blind.
There is so much they don't see.
So much they don't understand.
About us,
The students.
"Getting to know you" activities aren't fun,
They're uncomfortable.
Why do you teach History in English? You've got it all wrong. Why teach about English in History? Why don't you just switch jobs! I'm tired of getting confused. I'm tired of worrying about my grades. You said you'd grade my work a week ago.
School..
It ain't for fools
It'll never be cool !
Hey there sir, miss, profesors and principal
I think, that it is really critical
I must say, there is alot to change in this school
Cold hard seats.
I tug at my sweater a little more.
The A.C. kicks on
And I feel like meat
Hanging in a locker.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The girl in front
Of me taps her pencil
Against the desk.
You're walking home from the store
It's burning on the pavement floor
You have this sudden urge, what for?
To pick it up and smoke it
You've never cared to try it
When "peer-pressure" as they call it
High.
High up I look down and see.
Really see.
See everything.
I feel so separate.
I am no longer a part of that.
Any of that.
I like it.
I love it.
I get to see.
