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Greatness is not uniform My spirit is untouched though the people that surround me speak otherwise. Greatness is not uniform The accolades those who came before me achieved were told to be unattainable on the path I set out to walk. Greatness is n
When I am more seed than harvest,
More clay vessel than flowing nectar,
Both waif and water witch,
In this beginning , Brahma created a cataclysm.
The pyroclastic ash shrank from the consumption of darkness.
Downward they fell,
Much too daunting, it swathed my soul like my mother’s black sari. Even now,
as we speak, I’m threading
a darkness you’re destined to unravel,
Through inked pain
turned to catharsis.
Each word, a step towards
Questions asked
not for calculation,
Tora Bora is not what the girl had imagined. Late fall, the elds
are cropped to stubble, the Himalayas already rust and smoke. The trees
must have flamed here from drone strikes but she’s
Memory mothered me. my father married a bloom.
Bloom theory: twin stems branching like thriving arteries.
Artery action means I appreciate you more within proximity.
seething moon
I am on the bed again
in that quiet
type of ache, serpentine
wallowing, wanting
to die. No, not quite
I chuckle with the speed of a leather ball, exchanging divinity with lads I'll bid adieu. Our tongues roll idioms across the table as if we trace our lineage, dissecting a sunflower's remains with our sight:
Freedom
The freedom of my world
Is the hate from our hearts
Its as dim as a rainy day
Its as blunt as a burning fire
the old house sits on top of the old hill
and when the winds howl in the deep of night
the floorboards respond with shrieks of their own
My father was young
My mother, younger
They had a song they sung
Forever in love for sure
That’s what they thought
The Wind Is
the wind is blue
the wind who cools
the wind shoves
the wind braids my hair
the wind tangles my hair
the wind blows my tears away
The silence of twilight
Never seemed so intense.
The old lady whistled
Through her bloodstained lips,
Grinning at the cup
Placed near her husband.
The aroma was his addiction
But now the coffee
How could I have been so stupid, while I was soo young?
I cut you off and I feel like shit, and for a decision that was made at the mere age of 17, was it the right one?
When the endless laughter fades, I’ll be out of time.
Day by day, I fear the loss of my precious time.
These cherished memories will all flee from my desperate grasp,
if I were to discover Gold-
the beginning remains a riddle.
possibly panning in a river,
but this seems overly naïve.
how would I find a product so precious-
As the lingering leaves begin to brown,
As the whistling wind grows colder,
Autumn approaches clad in a gown
With Summer's sweet breath
Upon her barren shoulder.
As the dawn fades down to dusk,
So as it turns out,
I love tomatoes now
And I drink wine on Monday nights
Even though I’m not allowed
So as it turns out,
You weren’t far off
When you told me at some point
So what do you suppose,
when you finally see her naked?
Will her skin thrill you so?
Will your eyes attach to her falling robe?
Will it all be worth your while
“Were not really strangers”
So then what are we?
Were like the venom in a snake bite
Or the poison in ivy
Were a broken mirror
A sad song
A cry for help
A conversation that ran too long
I sit at my cafeteria table surrounded by many but feeling alone.
I look out upon the place that is supposed to be happy and fair, instead
I see girls that drink iced coffee for every meal,
The Ocean screamed; spasming
As the ship sailed surely through Her waters
Pompous boatmen spent the whole sun damning,
Her ears with whispers of their slaughters.
Once, in the beginning, Mother Earth was vibrant,
Her children newly born, mewling, clumsy things
Soft pink hands scrubbing at bright, new eyes
Stumbling through survival.
The greatest phenomenon known to man is the concept of love
When love is taught, it is taught to be regarded as gentle and kind
We heard the news January of ’18.
Tears burned my face as the pain entered my heart.
It was not a happy day; it was not a pretty scene.
A new, difficult journey was just beginning to start.
I wake up as the sun is rising; I feel the same and it’s not surprising.
Another morning, bright and early, in bed there I lay—
Time to go to school, I know, a place where we should “learn and grow.”
I wake up as the sun is rising; I feel the same and it’s not surprising.
Another morning, bright and early, in bed there I lay—
Time to go to school, I know, a place where we should “learn and grow.”
You can't see it, but its there.
My body flares with rage.
My thoughts start to race, like sixteen lane highway but everyone is going one way.
Numbness and tingling is what I feel in my legs and hands.
There she stood with the world on her shoulders
With tears of Jupiter
She feels unwanted,Misused, and misunderstood
She stands strong with her wounds
She is a soul they never knew
Home is the intersection
of man and god --
the existing and the created --
the past and the future.
It's the air we breathe
and whats in it.
It's the blood in our veins
I miss waking up and
seeing nothing but blue in the sky.
I miss waking up and
seeing birds flying high.
Smoke and smog fill the air
Imagine all the people living life in peace.
Everything is equal,
There's no need for any retreat.
My love,
Here is one truth about me
I still have bruises on my consciousness and
I don’t know how you reached through my ribcage
And left hickies on my lungs.
Forgive me, Father, for tonight I have dreamed
In my dream, I took the girl
Into my mouth and her skin
Was warm, not like a viper lyin’
Day one
Ordinary routine sweeps evenly through all jungle’s of concrete
It’s comfort fulfilled when snuggled into its tedious mold
the outdoors were in sound normalcy
The benevolent smiles that I see...
The generous words that I come to hear.
But what forecomes when I turn my back?
I can feel the piercing gazes filled with envy.
Insults coming from those who spoke to me in awe.
And he said, go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by… - 1 Kings 19:11a
First came a hurricane,
swelling and unearthing the sea’s bed.
Bureaucratic liars hand out commands
Empty-headed sheep obey
Free-thinkers get shot by men in blue
The blood and tears that built the land are the same ones still hitting this sand
As I lay on the floor of this desert of oppression
thirsting for equality, my words making no connection
Dear Atalanta,
Trust not the envious witches
or the conceited gods.
Dear Atalanta,
Listen not to the impatient kings
or the misogonist men.
Dear Atalanta,
Fear not the savage man-horses
The way is well-worn with guardrails on the sides.
I wonder what would happen if I just walked off
And explored on my own.
But I don’t.
Men should be able to make laws about women
Women should be able to make laws about men
We should all have the same respect for each other and try to understand each other
My mom always said I had thunder thighs so I grew up my whole childhood squishing my thighs and looking at hers and my sisters and seeing that I had the biggest thighs. I did have thunder thighs.
The ac and the lights would go out every so often. It was light enough outside that we could see. It got darker when we went under bridges. I wanted him here to hold me.
Ignorance is bliss. I was ignorant about myself. I hadn't realized how much I’d grown. I hadn't realized how much boys were staring. Until one of them asked for pictures. Asked if I took clothes off. I liked him and I thought he liked me.
One of the fondest memories that I have and hold dear to my heart was when I used to go to school in Berkeley.
Hidden in the woods;
The sun is going down now.
Shadows closing in;
The sun is going down now.
The soft wind blows in the trees;
Sleep soundly, my love.
Please remember this song and
Wouldn't let me be
And you broke my heart
My friends had warned me;
I should have known from the start.
But now I'm setting you free,
I'm doing my part.
Can't bother me anymore;
Shadows everywhere,
Cast all around us.
We're never truly alone.
I have never been afraid of the dark.
I always felt at home there.
It's strange, isn't it?
Feelings of calm and
Clear, crystal, and blue
With a hint of gray and gold
And small specks of green.
Those eyes have loved, those eyes have
Lost. Those eyes endure
And hope for a better day.
Those eyes have strength and
Wake up to the sun rise
Ready for any surprise
I look into the mirror
And the shame reaches my eyes
People say the mirrors lie
The water's smooth and peaceful;
The fireflies stars, tonight,
And the moon glows serenly above me.
I lay in the grass, wind fanning my face;
The sky is midnight, velvet.
I am a troublemaker;
You've always known that.
If I told you different, I'd be a faker.
So just know know that I won't be your doormat.
Im alone like i've been (trapped) since
Birth
Trying 2 unhearth my purpose in the d
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The night is dark, the moon is full,
The howl of wolf, the moan of ghoul.
For this night will be scary to thee,
The kiss of vampire, the scream of banshee.
For this is the night, Oh that Night!
Everyday I'm seeing life through my black eyes,
Watching black lives fade away into the next life.
My chest, tight
It really burns because it's not right,
My brothers and sisters die daily and I do not fight.
Zany, by defintion
Means amusingly
Unconventional
And idiosyncratic,
Which means peculiar and
Distinctive, and/or unique.
You pronounce 'Zany,' zay-knee,
Not zah-knee, like that one song,
I may come across as a
Stubborn, competitive, and
Argumentative person,
But I'm just fighting
For what I want, so...
The world is an immensely
Competitive place,
I have big plans for myself,
And anyone who decides
To become competition
Will promptly get squashed.
I know what I want
And there's little I won't do
To those in my way
Honestly, people. Come on.
No-one is better than anyone else.
We all have something
That makes us special.
It's our differences that
Make us beautiful.
How boring would it be if
We love and we hate,
We hug and we fight,
But we come back togther
Because we know what's really important:
Stay at home and wear our masks,
Keep our distance and
Still stay connected,
They shake their heads when I have "too much hope" for the world.
I give people the benefit of the doubt.
I try to believe that everyone has some good in them.
They just say, "If only you knew."
In a world full of ruin,
Only the strong will survive.
Not just the strong in build;
Strong in mind, strong in heart, and strong in soul.
There will be sacrifices to be made,
Your silence speaks louder than words
What happens today changes tomorrow
Speak on injustice, rise like songbirds
Your recent post, you put on a good show
Covid is destroying our country
TikTok is in; that and Instagram posts
Funny cat videos and K-pop
BTS, Blackpink, and Seventeen
Ten-year-olds with YouTube accounts
You are always on my mind,
I can't stop thinking of you.
I miss you when you are gone;
I just need you here with me.
I just want you here with me,
Always and forever.
Moments pass us by;
They only exist now in memory,
Like footsteps in the wet sand,
Wiped out by the tide.
Memories are so precious;
Keep them close to you.
They are all that remind us
Never be afraid to be who you are.
You are beautiful,
And you are so smart.
You are brave and true,
And you are unbreakable.
Never question your self-worth.
Whoever says different
Just when I think I'm over
You, you appear in my dreams.
The dreams are so vivid that
When I wake, I wake confused.
In my dreams, we're still in love.
In my dreams, I feel your touch.
You're hard on me 'cause you care,
But I wish you'd be more fair.
My hurt may turn to anger;
I may take it out on you.
I hear you say things
You would normally,
Kids on computers,
Parents out of work.
The climate's changing
And Earth is dying.
Stores are closing and
The streets are empty.
There's smoke in our atmosphere,
Poisoning our air.
Why are you always asking questions about me?
I'm broken-hearted, babe, but you just break me more.
Can't you see I've no control?
Don't tell me you'd die for me. Don't you dare lie to me.
We are the generation
In which the world has
Placed its trust onto.
We are the future.
They've been saying this
Since we were only children.
It's all up to us.
The darkness envelopes me,
Wrapping its arms around me.
It hushes my cries,
And wipes the tears from my eyes.
"Shh... I am right here,"
It whispers, quiet, in my ear.
Long time, no see.
I heard when I left, you threw a party.
I heard that nobody came.
Time sure flies by.
But now that I'm back, you want me again.
Sorry to burst your bubble;
I long for some love,
I long for some fulfillment.
You're so selfish, you
Won't even give it to me.
Why do you treat me like this?
Why are you so cruel?
All I ever do is love you, but you
Wish you'd notice me,
Wish you feel for me.
Tell me, what did I ever do to you
To make you act this way, boy?
"It's not you, it's me?"
Well, I call bullshit;
I've never had the best of luck in love.
When I am lonely,
Or need someone to talk to,
I know you are there.
You really try your best to understand;
We always come up with a solution.
You get mad at me,
I get mad at you,
Can't help what I feel;
It's the way I am, I guess.
I am what I am.
I want to be good,
I want to be - DO better,
But I can't help it.
What even is right or wrong?
I woke up from a memory
A haunting nightmare that still sits on my mind
Like a bird clinging to its perch.
I woke up with imaginary bruises
In every place I can remember your painful touch
What would my mother say?
What could she do?
If she new her daughter felt this way?
Empty in her shoes
I wonder if I tried
If my soul could abide
To become more worthy
Of my parents pride
Look at her
Her stupid painted toe nails
Dumb gold necklaces
Dangling from her thin neck
Her melanin skin glows beneath the sun's rays
When i discovered you
i was hysterical
wasn't sure if i was capable to love or provide
Long nights i prayed
Long nights i cryed
Feeling like my life shattered
what an mistake i created
Pain eating at my flesh like flesh eating Vulcher
Screaming out LORD please stop the pain I can't bare this pain
Heart is racing
sweat is falling like bullets from my body
Freeze or i will shoot
Breath or i will shoot
you thought you were free
well think again
You are wrapped in your own sin
Your skin
I dislike you but
I'm not sure why i don't like you
Four walls,no lights, boarded windows,no sound
sitting and crying out your name
Do you hear me Jesus Do you hear me
Jesus do you feel my pain
Walls are down
Heart is open
ready to reciprocate genuine love
Have no fear but move with cautions
Not here to harm im here to heal
Kiss with passion you shall feel
Walking in my shorts on my tippy toes,
6 in the morning, abuelo where are you?
I sneak in kitchen, he's not there
Momma says, "darling wait he'll be back"
I take a deep breath, dance around some more,
Pollution is killing our mother,
It makes me what to shutter,
It makes me want to cringe,
When I go to Bradford Beach and I spot a syringe,
It makes me so pissed when I see plastic within,
Why can't you see underneath my skin ?
Why can't you see that I am human?
Why can't you see that I have rights?
Why can't you see that I can do anything that you can do?
There is beauty in the river as it flows
The trees whistling in the wind
Running, I keep going
Why isn't anyone else here?
It's only me
Why does it just feel so right?
"Growin' like a Baoba tree" and I look down at my feet
That walked the African soil as a child
Running around carefree
"Motherland drip on me" and the memories roll in
of the Congolese sun shinning
What happened that night? I still don't comprehend.
From my therapy sessions to my wet, sweat-filled sheets in the middle of the night, and haunted slithering dreams. I couldn’t breathe.
I still don't know.
Shine bright in your home sized jail
Wailing out for change
Change the president
A president who refuses to comfort
They say it’s all make believe
But they believe a president who is two inches tall
All while evading the truth
Disobedience,
An intolerable act
Defiance,
The tactic of a child
Turned into a beautiful form of crying, screaming, or yelling.
I ditched my Dolls
Worked hard to get Here
Had to Climb some Walls
Some built from Fear
Making Family Proud
I WILL be the First
Have them all Wowed
Try to Avoid the Worst
He left Trolli on the floor,
and cheese; fries; boxes; and fork
He does this so often its like a:
Habit
He wont pick them up,
Sometimes he cant,
Sometimes he can.
They announced the first case of COVID-19.
It won’t affect me for I’m a teen,
I’m ok.
My body’s young, immunity strong
I never stay sick for long.
Where is my home, the place where I was free?
Where all I knew was games, and laughs, and joy.
Where golden rice was swaying with the breeze;
A paddy-playground for each girl and boy.
Shots fired, sirens in the air filling everyone's head.
Breaths are getting harder to take and tears getting harder to hold.
The unfinished life of an innocent man, remains a mystery,
his life now just history.
i am caged
caged with a body that does not know that beyond exists
bound by a p*ssy and a breast
guarded by the crescent
and as my mind runs free
looking for a place to rest
A new born baby
Sheds so many tears
Until his mother hugs him
To take away his fears
A toddler now in pre-school
Sheds ten tears a day
Stubs his foot sometimes
His mother hugs him
Illuminated brilliance
casted by the sun.
Stretching their arms
like bars on a cell.
Black as the Earth underneath,
and empty as the sky.
Entrapping me in tendrils of Shadow,
The future is mine.
With the present stress,
I promise it will be fine,
In the future I see success.
Now is the time to start,
As a New Yorker, it was a usual day as the rest.
Meeting with clients, and ordering calls was all he had to stress.
Mr. Dittmar did not expect the worst attack to come
The day is anew,
With the sun dancing in the sky.
Although, I only look at you,
But I could never know why.
As the sun rises on, do you think of me?
Love, sometimes i hate you
My doubts of loving someone
Keeps me closed because sometimes
I never realize what i got because
The people have done me wrong in the past
I want to go to Target
but the Mayors on the TV
says he won't let me out
so I sit at home and pout
The Amazon guy visits my house like two times a day
I got nothing else to do so I just order stuff and pay
I was the kid from another country.
Not once,
But twice.
And I still am.
I was the kid with a different accent.
What is normal here, is different there
And different here, normal there.
Your fire burns lowBut there's so much to show in your embersYou've been my rock, slowly faded to dust as far back as I rememberWhy do you take the liesBottle things up insideYears have gone by
Have you ever wanted something more than oxygen?More than the very thing that sustains life?It’s ironic yet demandingA paradox of epic proportions and yet, it seems reasonable in your mind
N- 95 left and right, yet they are not even wearing it right
nurses and doctors fighting to help while people scream in their faces
DO SOMETHING
theres nothing left to do but wait...
Poor Kardashians, they make headlines in the news
The infamous mom, Kris Jenner, their queen
Middle daughter Kim K is pregnant with the future president’s son, but that is a snooze
What is love?
Love is hard to conceptualize.
The type of love I am describing is the one that makes you smile at the sight of them.
I blew into your life like a hurricaneand you tore through minelike an earthquakeboth of us the unexpected I whisked apart everything you knew blew through all your certainty your safety your sanity your security I uprooted everything you thought
She wandered to the marketin a flowery dress and bowthe man she thought was dead appearedwith a fine new girl in tow.A little down and lifeless nowinstead she sought to findsome sympathy in fictiona writer with her mind.
We're six feet apart
Some would say
but in my heart
it was only yesterday
when we truimphed and buzzed
about what our lives would portray
all the beautiful news
of another good day
We're six feet apart
Some would say
but in my heart
it was only yesterday
when we truimphed and buzzed
about what our lives would portray
all the beautiful news
of another good day
It’s your birthday today
You are at work and I’m at school
We’re far apart, but you’re close to my heart
I love you, so I shout hurray
What are days past
if not tombstones
how do i sculpt tribute
with these nothing hands
nobody cares about ghosts until they are salable
until they are stories
what it must feel like to be a story
I feel her heart getting colder
I reach for her hand
Searching to feel her love
She pushes me away
There is so much weight on my shoulder
You have only known me while I grew up in a closet,
I feel like I’m alone, having no one to hold my hand,
No one to comfort me, or to tell me “I promise it’s going to get better!”,
When I’m looking back,
I feel I’m about to have a panic attack,
Memories are everywhere,
I went to the spot where she first said she loved me.
There a man smoked.A couple loudly arguing.Somehow, I still felt the same.
What is love but the autumn trees,
Falling with the winter breeze.
What is love but the anti-hate
That brings out the best in all who wait.
I give my heart to the essence of love,
How many times did I break your windows to make this hole a door
You've got a lot of broken glass
take a class for a better job
so you can buy us more
Her next challenge is flooding right in front of her
And the rough stones tremble underneath her feet
The trail I walk is
Well-traveled, yet familiar to none.
Clouds can creep in, inviting
Unwelcome storms
From every direction, heard
And felt
Deep inside me.
Mother sits alone in her room.
She cries for her daughters.
She cries for her husband.
She cries for herself.
Her sobs muffled by her acetone laced sleeves,
Its raining, I'm dreaming, of being with someone. Or is it just the music clouding my mind, And my tears resulting from the lightning and downpour coming at this time.
In deep like ten feet, trying to stay afloat on a moat that separates you and the feeling of being free.
Black boy
Black boy
With little red truck toy
Growing up alright boy
Mama and daddy’s own joy
Falling for the man’s ploy
Every day.
Push, pull. Push, pull. Poof!
We didn’t see dad again.
Somebody said because he’s too mean.
"With God all Things are Possible"
Here lays the anchoring words of my life and destiny.
As riches to the poor
As food to the hungry
As strength to the weak
As courage to the brave
Eyes closed
curled up
in the corner,
crying
her hand on my shoulder
she told me
open your eyes
take this world on
it’s just your size.
Eyes closed
curled up
in the corner,
crying
her hand on my shoulder
she told me
open your eyes
take this world on
it’s just your size.
It starts normal, an uneasy but a usual feeling,
as the earth spins a bit longer I begin to feel the excitement.
Meeting with familiar faces, the air seems fresh.
Inspiration is found in a mother of two
Who finds herself with bills that are overdue
Voices in her head wishing that he chose to stay
On white glass
she mimicks my movements
her form is angular,
turgid, carved from ivory
and recarved, crudely this time
Reflected back to me
on muslin in oil
her form is round and soft
Inspiration comes in moments of power,
morning, night, or at any hour.
When I am in control,
the whole world is on patrol.
I hold fate in one hand.
An outsider can't understand.
I know you seemy eyes light upwhen I’m with you
I know you hearmy joyous laughwhen we’re together
There is nothingI love more,
nothingthat gives me comfort
When I feel stuck
The wheels don’t turn
The fire doesn’t burn
And I yearn for that
Burst of light
That spark, that shine
The fire
This inspiration
It floats around in my head
Like thoughts on a train
It sits on a log
And thinks for a little while
What happened to the timeWhen words poured out of meLike liquid nitrogen,Cracking open my ribsPeeling away the petals of my heartTo unearth a diamondAt its core--ReleasingAn explosion of galaxiesAnd made-up stars,Fictional constellationsAnd playti
There's a certain point where feelings kick in,They hit you harder than a right hook,It messes with you in the end.A thought that you have, and the action that comes,Determines what you had done.A feel is not real, but it's thought, Because I'm st
I open a book.
I am in a grand castle
Surrounded by lords and ladies, jesters and kings
I hear the rustle of my ball gown
There is prejudice still living in the veins of this countryIt seeps in and taints like poisoned blood manifesting into senseless body bags from killers corrupted by ignoranceYour hatred is a disease
The man In the sky shines so bright he makes
everything in the dark come to light
The man In the sky sits so high he controls
everything from the sky
This man in the sky we can't see but I feel his
Inspiration comes in exotic waves.
The biggest wave that crashes onto me is how people admit to their flaws.
Tears may fall,
and bodies might shake.
But being brave is what is most inspiring.
Silence screams throughout the day
Children weep as others play
the screaming silence never decays
the silence is never acknowledged.
not even seen as if it is there
a steady scream still fills the air.
Her hand grazed my skin. “Please, be calm my child.”
Serenity plagued each of my senses.
Flames from the fire grabbed at my shoeless feet.
Yet, I was the happiest I have been.
Mother looked sadly into my green eyes.
Calculus, how I love your derivatives,It makes my life everything but privative,It solves the most common difficult question man could ask,Why? Next is the Integral, a brave fight betweenLeibniz and Newton, the unstoppable force against the immova
Michigan land of fresh water
Nature’s power evident
People’s impact relevant
Throwing off the balance, why?
Muskegon seeing PFAS in supply
Lead pipes forcing Flint to toil
Oh how beautiful mother nature creates
how beautiful her creation blooms
she feels my heart with love and rain
she loves and cherishes me and you
pushing for us to grow and leave the dirt
Your movements mimic something alike no other.
Oh, how effortless, nimble and gentle they are.
This is nothing solely gifted from your mother,
your radiance is your own blazing star.
3 perfect nights spent with you.
holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end.
so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen
in every theatre in town.
the touch, the kisses, the hugs
3 perfect nights spent with you.
holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end.
so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen
in every theatre in town.
the touch, the kisses, the hugs
It doesn't have an army, but it has strength to stand
Against all tyranny that would harm our land.
The things I noticed when I first saw you:
Your eyes are deep and bare the touch of embers.
Your nose, the perfect width and length
Tingly, sensation running through my body
Excitement coursing in my veins
The unknown is everything before me
What has passed sets a foundation for today
Desire to Inspire?
Who wouldn't be...
with the sun in your face
and your shining bright eyes,
I can't help but laugh that
you and me
get to conquer the world.
My Breath...
I can never seem to catch it.
My head... it hurts
Why?
Its over.
I'm alright and he's away so it's supposed to be alright.
But why do I still cry?
Why am I afraid?
A symbol of humor and comforting words,
Of an enormous Lego collection and a well-kept goatee;
Glasses and work boots smelling of earth;
Making truffles on Christmas;
I'll never know, not until
I reach Heaven. I will take these
words from God and keep them in a pocket
next to my heart,
calling them my saving grace:
Do not be afraid.
LGBTQ+ Rights
The time for people to stop.
Should be now.
Aren't we all equal?
Aren't we all human like you?
Can't we all get along?
A desire to inspire
the desire to make change
the desire to change attitudes
we can't stay the same.
My desire to inspire comes from within.
I got some inspiration from the people who've helped me win.
My death was warm.
I took no last breath; rather, my breath was an orchestra playing the final diminuendo of a piece.
Science is an interesting concept,
One wished to be understood by many.
Though not always easy to accept,
Science has explained plenty.
Inspiration, for me
comes from the ink carved squiggles
of the written word.
Never before has anything
been more beautiful
there is color
and there is nature
to each their own
a different sight
to each their own
a different plight.
when sad and gloomy
look towards the horizon
Cacophony, Corrosion
“I revel.
When the bone cracks, I snarl.
When the metal shrieks, I squeal.
When teeth crunch, I savor.
that summer,
the lights reflect in the parking lot puddles,
warm nights and ice cream,
ferris wheels under cotton candy sunsets.
i dream so wide and fast
that summer,
the lights reflect in the parking lot puddles,
warm nights and ice cream,
ferris wheels under cotton candy sunsets.
i dream so wide and fast
Education is key to maturing the mind.
Without it, all of mankind
Would be hopelessly blind,
A swift movement of her hand
the booming tone of her voice
there was no doubt about it
she indeed loved what she did
Every day I am with hope
And each day it leaves.
Challenges stand as walls, defiant
At glance, beyond twinkling alignment
But I reach.
You weren’t one to bring roses for me
You said diamonds cant compare to my eyes
You claim you were blind but that now you see
Like crystal waters I saw through your lies
I cut my hair for you
That was not enough
Gave you my voice and time
Was not pleased with that either
You trapped me with unimaginable thoughts
You took me out of my prime
Leaving childhood, and growing into a man.
Now heading to college is the plan.
I’ll enjoy my new life and be my own fan.
Making wise choices, I know I can.
Oh how fast adulthood began!
Eat dessert or drink sugary coffee but don’t guilt yourself into working off those calories.
Bake the cakes with your loving mom as the sunset spills its colors in the messy kitchen
I may be young but I am tall
I may be tall but I am sensitive
I may be sensitive but I am a football player
I may be a football player with a tough shell but I soft on the inside
This hair is auburn with golden strands.
This hair has waves,
like the ocean on a hot summer day.
A Journey
Embarked on
In the early dawn of life
At first guiding
By loving hands
Teaching hands
The soft creak of a bed
And the give of a mattress—
A time and place where the day learned to die
And we are left alone
Our sanctuary, our haven,
Passion
All around us
Different within each and every person
But it makes you feel and act a certain way
It motivates, challenges, and inspires
Often, it is uncontrollable and effortless
I see people everyday in New York.
Each and everyone one of them has a story.
Business suits rushing to get to a meeting.
Construction workers drilling away.
Cross guards whistling away.
I see people everyday in New York.
Each and everyone one of them has a story.
Business suits rushing to get to a meeting.
Construction workers drilling away.
Cross guards whistling away.
What did I do…
What do I do
What on earth did I get myself into?
What will happen to all the days that weren’t too bad?
But it’s okay, I’ve won all the fights that I’ve ever had...
Which was one *RING*
From the bottom to the top
From the ground to nonstop
By the grace of God
By the pace of lard
Slow and easy
Bitter but pleasing
you're not the same person that you used to be.
and you take comfort in the fact that no,
you're not the same person and
she felt things more colorful than the things you feel,
and sometimes those colors,
you're not the same person that you used to be.
and you take comfort in the fact that no,
you're not the same person and
she felt things more colorful than the things you feel,
and sometimes those colors,
1995, the war has ended, a family with a three year old little girl
A family that looks as it has seen dark nights and even darker days
A family that had survived a genocide in the 19th century
The day was vivid and I was alive
Fields of flowers with the absence of bugs
For once, nature was not the unknown
Dogs and cats were the best of friends
Isn’t it funny? What you may ask. Well, isn’t is funny how selfish the human race is. Yes, yes, I know I’m a human too, bummer.
I fell in love with a language of movement
So I went to college with the little I knew.
But it was not easy, I needed some improvement.
After a while, I found friends with the same interest too.
this is the intermittent calm present between the moments of unbridled chaos the whirring of a fan, resonates, a meditation while birds sing outside the window
Thirteen years old, home
alone.
My eyes begin to blur
Screen after screen after screen after
Click.
I’ve found something,
The other person.
We know them all.
The ones who fight,
But rarely fall.
The ones who succeed,
But rarely ever bleed.
Those are the ones that inspire me.
The ones who give and give and give.
Toil and trouble, that's the American Way
Land a good job, one that will pay
Forget your passions, your desires, your truth
Don't stray from the path, don't be uncouth
How did we get here?
shoulders, shoulders that pierce my prerifrials
your love always felt conditional
I cant stop it like a kid who discovers twitter for the first time
I wonder who's out there,
I wonder what they believe,
In beautiful cultures
Of those that are unseen.
When someone asks me, "What inspires you?"
I think about space and all the amazing things there are. Do you?
Supernovas, black holes, gas giants, and dwarf planets.
Trees looming over me
Wysokie drzewa nadchodzą się nade mną
They stare
I patrza
Like a predator about to descend on prey
dry eyes
aching hearts
make it stop
aching souls
prayers and thoughts
make it stop
too fast
last week he spoke to me
fear pervades sorrow pervades loneliness pervades
I didn’t know what to say when I first met you.
I got swallowed by your dark brown eyes,
completely and utterly consumed by how spunky and soulful they were.
I forgot how to breathe-
What inspires me, you may ask
Well, it starts with laughing babies
They not know what laughing is
But they still find joy in the simplest things
It is animals looking up at their companions with such love
I am from Spices
From paintings and pictures
I am from the blissful hospitality
(welcoming, adaptable,
What inspires me most is life itself
theres so much life in life
birds chirping in the morning
it just brings me peace
the sunset is so beautiful
it brings me ease
there's so much more than work
I need you.
I believe I need you
You're all I need.
You are my sun in the gray sky
You are my happiness in my depression
You are the best in a bad situaction.
I need you.
Every once in a while
the mind runs dry.
It sometimes makes you cry.
But seeing others strive
makes me yearn to thrive.
It brings a monsoon
to my resourceful moon.
When the faucet is stuck and ideas can't get through,
I flip my mind around and see the world new,
Then inspiration flows in an ocean blue.
my hands and feet could touch either sides of the walls now
so i bent my knees and elbows
i twisted and turned on the cold floor
body struggling to find a comfortable spot
face hidden by the shadows
In the midst of the garage rubble
I see you.
I hold your cold form and remember
The warmth in which I played
Around the room where she
where You once
lived.
I trace the scratches on your side
“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.”
Back into my memories bewitching
And so it came gently murmuring
Haunting - haunting - haunting!
love is patient,
love is kind,
love is stressful,
love is challenging,
love will drag you to hell and back,
love will make you angry,
My beautiful Dog inspired me
With her big brown eyes and slowly graying muzzle
She taught me cunning, snatching away food right out of my hand
Her determination to catch squirrels too fast for her aging legs
This is not just a poem to me.
It's a future letter to my future me.
I wish for them to know..how much so the things they do right now
Really truly matter.
One step.
Some glide across a plain
Others prepare to conquer mountains
Some see a wall reaching the heavens
Real world problems, I wish to solve.
Thoughts go through my mind.
And I'm inspired,
By the current issues, need somebody to solve 'em.
Why does it take 12 hours to cross the pacific?
“I was taught that the way of progress was neither swift nor easy.” - Marie Curie
The ability to overestimate my capabilities, I
Can’t believe I’m here again, what was
the calm of it all-
sun across the grass, filters through the trees
heat radiating up from the sidewalk as i sit silent,
and observe.
my legs are indented with the bumps of the ground
Open your eyes
What do you see?
I see black
I knew the light was bright, yet it was dark
How could I see if my eyes have no spark
Parvine, A name that means strength, courage, and grace. A celestial soul, she lives in the stars. Raised in Iran, A country where the inferior were female. Beauty was a sin, the women must wear veils. Parvine,Fought with a hard fist, Her hands he
There she stands without a trace of fear
Yet my heart flutters when she trots near
Such a beautiful animal but without knowing how
Possessing a noble power that’ll make anyone bow
From a young age my memory has been a blur,
I tend to have memories here and there,
In all my memories there is always you,
Your voice,
Your smile,
Your wise words,
I met a headless fox to-day
in a field of fog and endless dream,
when day discovers dusk and
sun seeks solace;
she spoke to me,
in ghastly golden chimes
'please come no nearer' and I
the city, the suit, the job
were the pieces I needed
in a world dominated by men
whose job was incomplete without
Intriguing. Fascinating. Inspiring.
Ruffling your brown curls through the wind.
A glance to the side,
Did you see me?
You drive me to look better.
Enamoring. Perfect. Exhilarating.
I was simply
made
in fire
hand crafted
by the powers that be
by the power and hands that were meant to rock me
simply made
to be
a victim of my circumstances
simply made
I had friends.
Many of them were cool
but eventually they became too cool
The Perks
of being a wallflower I read
this book made me feel
not so
alone
I wasn't alone, mentally
You've seen me before.
I recognize you...
But you're different now.
So
different.
I wonder if you are the same.
I wonder how much you changed.
But for now,
stay.
- Inspiration
I heard of hope.
It means forgiving the people who left without saying goodbye.
It means cherishing the good memories
And acknowledging the unpleasant ones.
I fell for you like the rain;
Gradually and slowly in almost an intricate pattern.
Where the drops are unnoticeable and cease to affect the worlds balanced ways.
I didn’t know you,
and then I did.
I didn’t see you,
and then I did.
From miles apart across the nation,
To pushing each other
the grass here is scorched.
weak and frail,
snapping under the will
of even the mildest wind.
the edges of each of the blades are just that;
Golden,
Is the sky and all around.
Golden,
the reflection in the pond of which I've always known.
Golden,
The shine of a perfect day to simply be...
Golden.
People say "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"
If this were true, kids wouldn't cut lines
Innocent lives are worth so much more
You locked yourself in the bathroom
Lying on the floor when I broke through
Just pick yourself up, dust yourself off
people say it's not that hard
I'm going under theres no one to save me
I preternd i'm okay
Lord make me a rainbow
I'll shine down on my mother
The power of law
A judge sitting in front of a court room
A man on trial from a prior conviction
A conviction that was wrong.
The man was trying to save her life
But instead was the one put in jail
Putting our family always above themsleves
Adapting to the challenges that always come our way
Running on no sleep and giving their all
Excited for our accomplishments
Putting our family always above themsleves
Adapting to the challenges that always come our way
Running on no sleep and giving their all
Excited for our accomplishments
You only have one time in your life to live,
when you have that moment live it like it matters,
because once you die it won't be the same.
What do you do?
When you have a piece of paper in front of you?
You could write down your feelings about today's young people.
and how brilliant they are becoming.
In a society where silence is golden.
The youth of today still need molding.
All I hear is silence and all I smell is fear.
Drive is essential.
The thirst for succes and change
Is quenched by hard work.
Qualifications
Help me reach my potential.
Pushing my limits.
Work ethic needed
I remember when I made you
I was scared to tell your grandma,
I didn't know what she'd do.
The whole thing was bitter sweet,
sometimes I wish I could go back and be as happy as I could be.
What have I learned
from my mental illnesses? I
have learned that there are people
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The blank paper sits in front of me.But Now, it's comforting.You see,I used to be put down by what I didn't understand.But Now, I puff out my chest when I stand.Now, I ask for help when I can. No more do I sit in boredom, bothered by what's out of
You are who you are
Nobody can change that.
Unless you give them that power,
define yourself, be unique.
Dont give someone the power to change who you are
Only you can change who you are inside
Let us travel to the fig tree. Inspect its fruits. Look past its leaves, for they try to conceal the stellar treasures. Squeeze each fruit to find the one that gives most. That fruit yields the utmost stimulating taste.
Trash meets my eye through my screen
Someday it will join that pile of trash;
People scream lies through their teeth
And walk on the heads of their competitors;
Honks from cars behind me to go faster
Sipping tea, curled up, adorned in blankets and fuzzy socks.
The steam from the tea keeps warm, as I listen to the wind.
Yesterday was Autum. Today a season changes.
We have seasons too.
When lights are out,
My mind just swirls
Thinking and thinking
I can change the world
Paper my platform
Writing my muse
I got a big heart my mind tries to abandon me;Paused in vanity panicking over the loss of my sanity;Saved by one nerve holding everything together substantially As a voice keeps rambling,I'll make you a deal if you hand it to me;Will I grow from t
I'm sick they say it's because I forgot to take my medicine;
I took too much at once it's got me diving in my head again;
Conversations work my voices got me thinking, now I'm red again
Gloomy skies crawling on miniscule lives,
Unwelcome guest brings back harsh guilts again.
Loops of vast bright light that it now deprives,
Shadows drag on across lifeless madmen.
Inspiration hits when I’m submerged in the deep blue ocean that some would call a bathroom.
Their walls coated in a seemingly endless blue,
A monotone mockery.
My inspiration...
My inspiration is living.
My inspiration is trying.
To look upon the road carved in the forest,
and walk the other way.
To take the journey nobody else has.
I am from the hard days where I had to suffer through my broken body, missing
the fun activities everyone else was apart of.
Across the beautiful Texas sky-- lies a stunning ribbon of colors.
With the falling sun comes a state of rebirth.
Gorgeous green pastures are scattered across our plains.
1776,this amendment was made
And we’re still paying the consequences today
It’s 2019, and were at 340 bodies totalled up a day
Can’t this gun war just go away
People work, people strive to grind. They get promotions and praises for what they do. They set an example to others wanting to be the same thing. Inspiration is what they carry out to people who witness their work.
Why do we stray so far into the evils that men do?
It is in a flash of lightning, so awesome and striking,
It is there before our eyes and then it bids adieu.
Our answer to the Devil's question is overdue.
It was fortold that He would be
The one who man kind would need
The one who crushed the head
Of the the serpent of deceit.
He would be despised and not esteemed
The Bottom inspires me.
The cold, lurking monsters in the
“real world”…
inspire me.
The pains and the aches in my body,
inspire me.
One day, I won’t feel,
won’t breath,
Behind closed doors,
In the darkest room,
Silent and invisible to many who pass,
And known by only one person,
It dripped black inside me,
The self-loathing and hatred reside stained my mind and soul;
People say
“Work harder!”
“Do your best!”
“Stop being so lazy!”
“Just do your work right!”
Why does it take me so long to get this done?
what is wrong with me sir?
“You have dyslexia.”
Tunes, however hard they try,Will always be inspiring.Never forget the comfy and assuasive tunes. Why would you think the euphony is unhappy?The euphony is the euphoric sound of all.Now distressed is just the thing,To get me wondering if the eupho
Our life is the World’s Geography
The Mountains are the obstacles and barriers in life that we have to climb and get over
When midnight rolls around, the lullabies stop.
And my head is pulled out of a fog.
I can breathe, I can think.
Swing left, swing right.
A sweatshirt, a tug on the window pane.
I met a stranger n the dark
We talked and talked, till sunrise come.
Together, we had a love spark
Glisten in his eyes made me numb.
Everything is alright with you,
Then I know this can be true.
Stubborn as it was,
My spine remained rigid
And alert.
Days passed by.
But it was not the days
That drew my curvature inward.
Nor was the curvature inward
The reason of my days.
Father says to fly to the sun,
To outstretch my arms and reach for fame
But be careful, he says, my son,
Because there is a deadly thing too terrible to name.
I think I want to walk and run
jump up and down
paint and create
eat so I wont feel bad
so much energy in my bones.
yet i stay in bed
cause im tired
what the hell.
I wanna change that..
Medusa,
With her sweet words and flaxen curls, soft skin and kind eyes,
Was beautiful, ethereal in her manner and dress, memorable in the minds of all who met her.
And this was her downfall.
Medusa Stop!
Leave her alone you know she'll never learn if you turn her to stone
Medusa Stop!
He loves you he just wanted to see how you'd react
Because you know that he didn't mean to hurt you
Let me tell you about myself
Well when I was small I thought you were lurking
I used to hid my possessions under my head so you can come to find me
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the thoughts
a cowardly lion - it is what I am not
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the thoughts
a cowardly lion - it is what I am not
Every story has a start but not every story has an end. It used to be known for people to disappear from Oaks Village, who would ever suspect something so gruesome from such a small and quiet town.
How toxic!
How scary!
She's nice, kind, and warm until you make her cry.
She'll be cold,
She'll be mean
and then she'll drown you in her lies.
How toxic!
How scary!
I'm the lightning thief
You look up into the sky
All the clouds are gone
What once was a bird of flames,
would now be a small, quiet, bird of a girl
Picked on and trampled down,
it would be as though she were made of water.
Little would anyone know,
Winter eyes cause wild storms.
Through the halls how they adore.
Fallen love and broken hearts
Hers is foam its blown apart.
In the light her beauty shines
To any other she could tell no lies
Sometimes I wish I still had you
You used to make me so happy
But then you went crazy
And now I find myself sappy
April is fair housing month
It’s April
but not all housing is fair:
The alley
The home that I’m living in
Surrounded by trash
A brush of foundation
paints over her spotted face,
a streak of contour
sharpens her too round cheeks
a stroke of eye shadow
brigthens her dull eyes as
a smear of lipstick
Lost in the surf he rode the waves and took the tides with him
Black and blue he withdrew and the light faded crimson
He had no heart yet in him grew the love for the ocean
walking through these halls feels like
stepping through the unknown
with the scent of sirens implying
dangers that i cannot pinpoint;
too fearful to talk to anyone in sight,
will they entrap me in their lies,
walking through these halls feels like
stepping through the unknown
with the scent of sirens implying
dangers that i cannot pinpoint;
too fearful to talk to anyone in sight,
will they entrap me in their lies,
Attacked on the steps of my own church,
I sought the guidance of god.
She granted me protection,
A shield turned weapon,
to turn the head of any attacker,
Pray thee, my friend
That you may never be caught
On Oslo’s streets
Alone
And Afraid
Beneath the full moon’s light
May the grand good Zeus have mercy on us,
Our souls are damned and destined to sin.
Send any help, we need you at this very moment,
The lightning burns within you so light up our world.
On the edge of a parapet
stands a young person
with nothing but
wings made of wax
and the boldness
to jump.
We were told as children
that the myth
always ends in tragedy.
"Ask me later"
I brush you off
"Leave me alone"
I slam my door
"Go away"
I turn my back
"Help me"
You quietly plead
"I can't do this"
Baby brother, don't you cry
Big sister's gonna shield you from her eyes
Baby brother, don't shed a tear
Big sister's not gonna let her near
Baby brother, don't be afraid
Angels have white feathers
And hearts made of gold
But they are stronger than anyone
And can stand up to be bold
But white feathers can turn black
And gold into jade
Strength can leave
Deserts trick one by sunshine all the time.
For all frozen beings,
deserts promise warmth.
Head in the direction when you wish to know,
what extremity feels like.
The one who resides in it,
hopes for oasis.
Let's talk about a character, Mischievous as can be,Makes emotions run wild,Keep reading and you'll see,
Wasn't raised by the gods
So I lowered myself
Give me some credit because I raised myself well
Give you some credit because you gave me hell
I grew from the ashes
I dont speak I yell
She is in the dying flowers and the burning trees
She is in the children who cry and plead
The animals who hunt and bleed
Earth in every form
Artemis, Diana
Vivi was a dancer
Tip, tippity tap
Her feet intricately skipped
As if she were communicating
Definitely a rebel, by all means
Indifferent to commands, will dance with your dreams
Ostracized to the misfits he deems
Not today this table, he's with everyone it seems
The lightning strikes on society,
Society split into two.
Zues’s bolt creates a divide that has never been so vast.
A divide bigger than Mount Olympus,
The lightning strikes on society,
Society split into two.
Zues’s bolt creates a divide that has never been so vast.
A divide bigger than Mount Olympus,
The video loads
Slower than a snail
But once it does,
You wish it hadn't
"Hey guys! It's me,
Apollo,
It’s always a constant battlefield
Not knowing what’s right from wrong
You say one thing
But mean the other
I take hold of your hand
When you care for someone it takes over
Your mind
Your body is no longer yours it falls victim to Your mind
When your play this Long Game it toys with Your mind
The mind of the young is bendable,
But the prize a child has to offer is not expandable.
Many children are told that life is what you make,
But are not told it is easier to break.
As you move
and as you rest
this chef stews
and paints the mess.
Winds her breath.
Rain's her tears.
When pain upsets,
you'll come to fear
her reign on waves
her lips were a bloody crimson, calling attention in the dim light of crowded dance floor.
[her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]
her voice was soft, husky
her lips were a bloody crimson,calling attention in the dim lightof crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close] her voice was soft, husky
One moment a dark room
Candles soothing
The next
A bright blinding bike ride
Sage burns
Clouds cover a multitude of eyes
Whispers can be heard for miles at a time
Fat rotting
I realize I am one of the lucky few
A love such as ours does not often stay true;
If my mother only knew where I was she would grieve
As if Hades stole my heart like a lowly thief;
The woman waits
As she picks up her knife
The woman waits
As she contemplates her life
The woman waits
She checks it again
The woman waits
Nothing happens, then
The woman waits
A day in December I stay home
with my grandmother by the fire, she tells me stories
My sister in school practices letters
slowly following each curve
My grandmother tells of Slaugh
The Norns are fear and ignorance and hate.
We kneel to them and so portend our fate.
Below the world, our refuse feeds the well
Of misery and pain by which they dwell.
Hercules was just a football player
Wanting to play the game
But his teacher had other things to say
She always gave him homework so he had to stay up late
He’d always finish his work though, man this guy is great
In the old stories that were written in Greece,
The best things come in three,
The three woman who controlled men’s fates,
One spun the thread of life,
Another measured the length,
The following was inspired by the classic myth of Icarus.
He had his youth, and Icarus wished,
To fly with the planes and big rocket ships.
But he was a boy, a being without wings,
10 lives near their end,
Saved to fight, as fate commences
Monsters forced outside a the link unmended
Soon they'll soar for their defences
The world's chorus changes everyday.
Its music evolves from its peak of before.
Yet only a select few are recognized for their tune.
Apollo, Apollo
Sunshine boy and
To those who know him dizzy dreamer
Tossled blonde hair that
Reflects little bits of light
Like crumpled candy wrappers
Dark under-eye circles sunk deep
As times change and myths are sculpted
we see the gods once reverred
move alongside humanity,
evolving and ever-adjusting
to our trends, culture, and norms.
Apollo, the god of
healing,
I am Art,
As one might see,
In your soul rests part of me.
Painting, writing, dance, and more,
From pastel flowers to bloody gore.
Hephaestus, Athena, Apollo,
Nuska, Kothar-wa-Khasis, Lono.
She's the midsummer's flowers,
The prolonged days hours.
My reason I search for an immortal diet
Just for a glimpse of her eternal souls quiet.
Never alone
never dispaire
because of her stone statues
everywhere,
every night
alway's a fright
Medusa's eyes
were such a sight
beautiful but bad
when she would look
A goddess is back from old ancient Greece to stir up some mischief all over the streets. Her name is Ate and she's not all that calm she's the life of the party unlike your mom. She will run around making a mess
While Hera warms her hearth,
While Poseidon defends his seas,
And Zeus sits upon his godly throne,
The unseen, the rich one, the reciever of many, Hades
After spending millennia bemoaning his lot in life
More, more, more gold in the safe,
I will be the richest one to ever live in this state,
Dare to touch the rock, it will shine in your hands,
After this fact, let's make a bank in the sands,
I sit on one side of the fenceHomelessThey are tearing it down, only to replace it with stronger materialI need to leaveI wish my husband could protect meThat drunk bastardI cross tonight.
***
She couldn’t look at her own reflection
Much less look at anyone else
“Well, you were drinking.”
“Boys will be boys.”
Alone in the dark, yet brave
Given the power, you've adapted and slaved.
to the hateful men, and the judgemental stares.
They've taken your innocence
And turned you into tears,
The babes of my breasts
have left the wombs of there mother's hollow and barren
In refusal of a world that no longer bears my fruit
Lover, that makes me stare
Ivory skin and ebony hair
Lover, forever fair
You have come and answered my prayer
Lover, that makes me stare
I can feel her
Here with me
Weeping on the floor
I feel her hand on my shoulder
Artemis wipes my tears
Hera holds my hand
The world is a haze
But they are clear
Long ago the Greeks had their gods and goddesses
Thought to be long forgotten to the sands of time
But they’re still very much alive.
Dethroned from Mount Olympus
Feeling power rushing through my veinseverything that happens lately makes me just insanewhen i punch an opponent he momentarily faintsundefeated barehand but also i have blades
Survival,
It’s what I know best.
It’s painful, and hard,
But also makes us stronger.
And most don’t know my story.
Oh, how Patroclus wished for a chance...
To be heard and to be glanced.
By no one else but Achilles, the strongest man on the field.
I look off into blinding light of the setting sun,
A star rising on the other end of the world-tree today,
Tomorrow, and the day after that again and again.
Sleipnir passes like floaters in sunrays of the blue sky
Good and evil,
Heaven and Nevaeh,
Amorous and grotesque,
Brother and brother,
Cousins alike,
Ares and Hephaestus.
They call me narcissus in psychology
My haters call me vain
Instagram says I'm famous
but the truth is all the same
They love me yet do not know me
Want me even as I walk away
Apollo the poet, Apollo the boy in school who always speaks in rhyme
Poseidon the boy in school who swims with the fishes but is never made fun of for it
Rapunzel Rapunzel,
Let down your hair
With a tight hold
She grips her golden locks
Yanking
Again and Again
Grasping a shard
Of broken mirror
Sawing mercilessly
To free herself.
I don’t really care anymore
I wanna get out of this place
Run off into space
If you haven’t noticed,
The sun shines well above them,
Bringing light and prosperity to those who work hard underneath;
After finishing their rest place, the people asked:
How can we rest, if there is no night?
Knowledge, oh knowledge, it is knowledge I seek
I went to a tree and hanged at its peak
To discover the runes my knowledge is deep
Knowledge, oh knowledge, it is knowledge I seek
They always say one wrong don’t make the right so this fight you can not win tryna get even playing dirty won’t help you win sometimes you gotta be the bigger person put that pride to the side what’s it gone hurt if we all out here livi
Medusa Medusa,
so cold and so stoned.
Medusa Medusa,
her slithering friends leave her never alone.
With each new lover, stiffer than the last,
And her Tinder profile full from swiping so fast.
Alone, I traverse the sky.
I have left my home beind,
the place of my birth.
I possess a power which no mere mortal cannot.
And with this power comes my duties,
my responsibilities.
Surya drives a convertible
That’s kind of flashy, but no one can tell
What color it really is. One moment
Red, the next green, it shimmers all the
Medusa watches longingly behind a set of lockers
staring at Poseidon
The captain of the swim team
The boy with the ocean blue eyes
The water gleams like valued crystals
Smells of sweet childhood
Their vulnerable forms watched over tirelessly
Protected by Mr. Kappa
Many moons ago, Prometheus, Olympian god of science
Crafted man from clay, and stole fire to please it
Zeus would torture him forever, but as he went east
To his doom, he crafted a new god, so be it
Rumple was a reasonable man,
yet his efforts weren't always greeted with an agreeable hand,
so in his business he decided to take
what he thought was the proper stake.
Yet he was lonely in his glass high rise,
She is endless
Every possibility
A woman free of time
Not granted that stability
Feared by some
Though others find tranquility
She is everything and nothing
Known for her changeability
Eris was always a troubled child.
Mama always told her she was built from
Chaos
Strife
And all things wild.
Born alone in the dark of the night,
To her dad already well and gone...
The mighty Titans were at war with the Olympians, the older generation versus the new; deities against the wide-eyed innocence of lives that have barely just begun; parents versus children, the divine and sacred who believe they know what is best
You see that donut, that cookie, that cake,
It seem delicious, though it’s pleasure is fake.
You hear a voice whisper in your ear,
”Just take it, my friend...” Ares is here.
He sweeps throught the streets.
Crazed children folllow after.
Enchanted by the beat.
Not fear, but laughter.
Yells, yowls, shouts, and screams.
Who wouldn't want ice cream?
As the vehicle rumbled up to the large, dark, intimidating iron gate, Perseus stepped out and onto the dusty soil below.
If you took
One look
At the staff of my school
You would think, hey this is pretty cool
Poseidon is our swim coach
He has a very direct approach
Stay underwater as long as you can
We are not made of stone. When will we learn that we cannot carve ourselves into perfect beings?
Dark masks that cover everything except the lips on the face.
Black face?
Or a ski mask either way we accept it but still are somehow amazed.
Clearly desginers do not want blacks wearing their brand.
He defied a god, they say.
That's his own mistake.
But he only ever did it
for his children's sake.
All he did was ask for a raise
to make sure the money left over was a little higher.
Medusa .com yes she's caught your eye
You're hypnotized and you don't know why.
She controls everything and has you in a trance
All of your friends are doing the stone-faced dance.
the day I was born and rudely introduced to what became life.
I came into the world without a name,
Without the contaminated heart of knowing the shame,
It’s was necessary for life to reveal to me it’s game,
What a sad comfort I find in the sound of the rain, not when it hits the window “of pain”but the secret whisper it hisses when it evaporates, knowing it will be back again.
She said she wanted to be my friend
that she wanted to protect e till the end.
But I came to realize her friendship was fiend.
Because her plaster saint yet warm protection came with a price.
Once there was a time
When I couldn’t walk
So I crawled
When I couldn't talk
So I babbled
When I couldn’t read
So I imagined
the world used to glow
the vibrant colors
the radiant smiles of strangers
the world still pure magic
Why was I in such a hurry to be where I am now
Thought my life would be figured out
But life had other plans
Why did I spend endless nights
Planning my life
When life had other plans
"Girl you grown now"
The weight of adulthood looms above me like a dark cloud in the
midst of an ominous storm
They tell me, "Girl you grown now"
Long days, long nights
The responsibility is all mine
Bills stacking as high as a kite
No end in sight
No more mommy by my side
I try my best to get by
When I was a kid, there were no worries
Growing up in this world is
Like metamorphosis.
Our small bodies evolve into five feet tall humans
I’m not an adult
I’m not a child
And I’m not a kid
I’m a teenager that takes on responsibility
That is all grown up
That has found the real me
There is so much that I want to say.
I should start off with that.
To understand life, growth, development, love..
Is overhwhelming... startling... it's a mind acrobat.
It all started out small
stopped being carried, stopped being innocent, stopped
everything stopped when it started to get going.
I was cut off from a chapter because my paged were torn out by society.
glow,grow, but first i had to go.
in order to grow i had to leave a glow, something i can only find once in a while
irreplacable, i now had a place to grow.
i grew mentally, i did not care for as much for physically.
I know people have fears, some people are scared of bugs such as bees or butterflies. Some people are horrified of heights. Others are petrified by planes and believe it or not frightened of their own feet.
I love you
for your foolishness, and your ability to give everything you have
the way that you eat everything in sight, and the absolute lack of sleep
the drive that keeps your world turning
is looking down
at the stupid cute eyes of a kid
wide with admiration and knowing
that you have to live up to the
cool big kid you are in their eyes.
Growing up
When I was young everyone around me called me a princess.
I wore the dresses, I had a kingdom, I was loved,
but most of all I waited for a prince to come.
Sinful freak,
Why must you choose this torturous path?
Forcing yourself
Into the wrong body,
eliciting the urge to tear away your own skin,
compelling your brain to despise
the flesh you were given.
A tale for which no man has ever told
A tale that in which is centuries old
Never before has it has seen the ligh
But now it sees and shines ever bright
sun filters through the window
a child plays
a phone rings
"hello?"
at the end of the line is Death
"she's
Gone"
my scream
still haunts me
“Slow down,” my mothers voice rang in my ears
I disregarded and tried to speed the merry go round to its limit
My hair floating through the air, free as the birds in the sky
Until it came to a stop
growing up is not the fairytale
i was led to believe it would be.
from a young age i was force-fed fables of fetching
prince charmings and sparkling
white horses and a pristine life
"Why do we need this
And why do we need that",
Doesn't she understand that I'd rather be fat,
I'd be in pure bliss
Only eating sweets,
You won't find brocolli on my receipts.
Is growing up like graduation,
A sudden change, an exclamation?
Or is it like radioactive decay,
As childhood wastes away?
Whatever the case may be,
What it is for you,
It will not be for me,
Saturday morning cartoons,
Walking to the donut shop with old pink walls and stale coffee,
Listening to my moms heart beat for me,
Staring at the sun,
Dancing with Britney Spears on tv,
Saturday morning cartoons,
Walking to the donut shop with old pink walls and stale coffee,
Listening to my moms heart beat for me,
Staring at the sun,
Dancing with Britney Spears on tv,
Hard Times Made Me Hard Body
I was young and aint nobody try me
people crazy the streets is getting sloppy
kids being grown aint nobody watching em
You see, where im from if you turn 18 it's a blessing
I try to speak but am never heard
Success as fleeting as the summer birds
Expectations ruined and I broken
Forgetting the promises once spoken
Slow and steady
Soft and sweet
Things are calm
And I'm calm
Focusing on the now
The future
The past
But things are catching up
Faster and faster
The difference between in gaming world and real world
Gaming start a epic or an awesome story of the main character
Reality you start of the path of struggling or a good start
A flashing of emerald trees fly by,
Rusty brick buildings move just as fast, racing the trees.
Sweat drips from a temple, down a neck,
Tangling with short streaky hair.
I feel like I had it rough
So it appears I'm like everyone
Who have had problems, but still act tough
I find peace in mind as I grow up
Getting merits like diplomas and such
To sneak down the stairs to check for an empty plate of cookies
To run to the playground and come inside to take a nap
Life is a lot like a boxing match
You get hit
You get knocked down
Bam
A punch, one after the other
And when you finally open your eyes you recognize your opponent
You're staring at yourself
Bam
When a girl is small, she thinks the world of her parents.
Her mother is the one that will do anything for her,
and her father is her keeper.
The relationships are strong and the love is recognized by strangers.
Oblivious to things that I may
have never seen
Clueless to those that didn't
speak for multiple reasons
Now as I approach this
New age and new season
I used to live in a place called childhood
With the air so warm and the sunshine bright
A dreamlike land that held no worries
A place designed for curiosity, wonder, and flight
Cry, Cry, Cry
That’s all you do
Cry, Cry, Cry
Until you know that it gets you nowhere
It shows weakness
You don’t get respect
So Cry, Cry, Cry
Until they make you stop.
Closing the cab door was the start
Walking across the stage made the mark
But where did the change come from?
My heart used to pound with anger
but now all I feel is the desire
How could I have fallen so deeply,
for a soul so phlegmatic now?
As you remain impervious
by the atrophy of our love,
if there’s a record for crying
my mom’s coming to take it
because my dad wants love
and what he has with my mother ain’t itthis is the man i looked up to
O beauty, stain my childhood.
Violate my young mind
with the unobtainable feats
that no girl can reach,
yet she will always die trying.
In youth, I never knew
My features are carried from
I am a seed sprouting in both infused unfertilized and fertilized soil
No one can really fathom the highest potential that I could achieve
Only after I, the seed, has proved to weather the storms and turmoil
I feel so much better
Better than before,
The hate I endured
Surely had no cure,
The way I looked
The way I spoke,
No one knows
The pain I took,
Amongst other things
A financial burden,
Times have changed
First, it was getting only myself ready
For the long days at school
Brushing my teeth and getting
My breakfast
oh, i’ve always known to clean the dryer filter after every load
I’ve always known how to fold
I’ve always known how to pee in a cup
But I’ve never really known how to grow up
WE...are those girls with colored faces
Walked those Carroll halls with bleeding patience
With the facade of confidence and assimilation
Lured the eyes of boys who
No More fairies in my room,
No More milk and cookies on the kitchen table,
No More nick at night,
No More waking up in my bed,
when I was five, I fell out of love when my parents divorced
when I was 7, I fell back in when I met a boy in the first grade
I fell in love when i was 12 with a band,
I suppose,
The moment I realized I wasn’t a kid anymore,
Went a little something like:
“you cant call out of work just because you’re sad”
My face planted firmly in a pillow,
it started when i was little.
no one believes me,
but
i remember.
i remember
the first moment i wasn't able to breathe,
the first time i thought about death,
I hated eating right and working out
Just the thought would make me pout.
Eventually my body could not take it,
At the age of 19 I felt it breaking.
I am the first,
I am terrified.
How do I know what to do if I am the first to do it?
The road is unpaved,
The path unwalked,
Unexplored.
I fear failure,
I fear it may becoming for me,
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene
Trees were bending, ducking for cover
and snow hit the ground with a scream.
Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene
Trees were bending, ducking for cover
and snow hit the ground with a scream.
Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
When grandma passed away
I wished for more time
Time to hold her frail hands in my hands
If only I had more time
For the past five years
I wished for more time
Time for the dead
In the beginning, things are simple.
Food, hold, change, sleep.
Development of the young mind growing curious,
an incubus of knowledge begging growth.
In the beginning, things are simple.
Food, hold, change, sleep.
Development of the young mind growing curious,
an incubus of knowledge begging growth.
As the sands of time fall
And collect in a mound
I stop and reflect
On the wisdom I've found
For every day is a lesson
A subject to learn
And by the end of the day
Priceless knowledge is earned
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My swollen eyes shot open I could not believe that this was happening
Just two weeks earlier my parents gave me news that flipped my childhood upside down
Frail bodyTiny bonesFleshlessIs ultimate.
Start small,Skip lunches2 meals a dayIs enough.
Self controlBreakfast uselessIf dinnerIs inevitable.
Today, St. Louis is a smudge of blue engulfed in the almost endless waves of red crashing over the midwest.
In her eyes everything is big and tall
Trees sway like giants
She notices every ladybug
Each crack in the side walk is a canyon
In my eyes everything is tiny and small
Letters on my keyboard
YouTube videos replace my creepy, old, Chemistry teacher.I can't keep up in French, and don't ask if I can understand: I can't.AP World History might put me to sleep in a coffin with all this stress.I'm much too anxious to be my old, creative sel
It wasn't supposed to end this way
Months have passed but I'm still in shock
I know I can't changed what happened that day
Still I wish you were around to knock
Seems like God said it was your time to go
The cry that pierced the cruel and gleaming night,
A sound that shook the world making it stop
Sharp, cutting through the chilling winds of the cold twilight,
I’m in a pickle
and I don’t know what to do.
I popped it, probably
Without even realizing I was covered in thorns
in a bubble.
Night and day they repeated this process
The rocky eggs died in gold-dust
And the chemical’s specific gravity traveled
Not six or seven times, but 360
i turned twenty last weekend and i can already feel my heart rotting
Ally Sheedy was right
that is not to say that i am an adult but still
because im scared too
i remember you told me when we were at K'OOK last Tuesday night
and i wanted to say
me too
I bury myself in multiple layers of clothing.
White jacket over white raincoat over white t-shirt over white lifevest.
The crowd can’t see me when I’m snuggled in all this fabric.
When I was young living was free,
I grew up and now there is a fee,
Chores were exciting and filled with glee,
All of a sudden now they are a necessity,
As a child my family supported me,
I remember the Cinderella dress and slipper shoes that I used to use
I would dazzle myself in jewels that would shine once the sun reflected onto it
I’ve wanted to be friends with Bella for so long
She’s blonde and her sense of humor is very strong
We’ve never been very close
But for many years that’s what I’ve wanted the most
Someone should have told me that my father would abandon me
Someone should have told me that there would be days that i'd go hungry
Someone should have told me that no one believes the 6 year old who cries rape
Someone should have told me that my father would abandon me
Someone should have told me that there would be days that i'd go hungry
Someone should have told me that no one believes the 6 year old who cries rape
Not long ago the growing pains started
The pains that broke the broken-hearted
The inevitable happened- I went blind
It was quite an experience at first
My vision went from bad to worse
Not long ago the growing pains started
The pains that broke the broken-hearted
The inevitable happened- I went blind
It was quite an experience at first
My vision went from bad to worse
The sense of divergent surroundings in her stomach was not a new one. In fact that wariness and excitement of the unknown had become more comfortable to her than any other feeling.
I was four when it happened. Locked in the bathroom, hugging and sobbing together while the police were outside trying to keep my parents from not being in the same room together.
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,growing larger and larger as the sun grewriper and redder behind the treetopsbeyond my apartment.
It's like when you first get on a roller coaster
you don't know what to expect but your strapped in.
Like you know going but you just don't know when.
you’re never around. you’re not in my life. so why’d you come over and ask if i’m alright?
From barbies to iphones,
From bare face to makeup,
From ignorance to education,
From spending my parents money to not wanting to spend $7 on a shirt,
I had to dig through my late night journals and old Tumblr posts,Then recovered those old songs, and unleashed all of our old ghosts.As I sat and listened to our songs, I remembered how much we’ve both changed.
Grow up. And/or glow-up. What a thing to say
What does that even mean, anyway?
Growing up. It's funny how I used to think
This phenomena was a thing
That wasn't happening to me.
For years and years I faced the sun
Till one day I was on the run
Scared and lonely with no place to go
Depressed and suicidal, I had no home
My petals were falling
My roots were failing
I realized that I was no longer a kid when “They” looked at me and did not express the glee, the glorious reflections that my parents “see” when they look at me.
Six, seven, eight, nine,
Growing up I would find
an interest in writing my own stories.
And those stories,
cheap imitations of novels I had read,
featured characters unlike me.
The day that I had finally felt old
Was the day that I stood up and said something bold.
When my father had said things, I knew to be wrong
Eventually I knew I shouldn’t play along.
As I sit I think about the times I messed up.
I'm so fortunate to never have an empty cup.
Day by day repeating the Lord's Prayer
Unlike those who were lost to the Slayer.
Realization
Strolling down the unfamiliar
Streets of Beverly
My family on our way
To the car
I am not to leave in
This morning I took a hike on a trail I once considered my stomping grounds when I was a child, and the reality set in
My mother carried me around the same way she carried her purse;
Right by her side, hanging off her shoulder.
The only catch- you can't be emotionally available to a purse.
Windows rolled down
Air coarsing through my lungs
Wind in my hair
Stars are out
Speeding down the interstate
And not looking back
Leaves change
and then they fall
Each with their own story
You’ll never know them all
Leaf and branch
Branch and tree
Each one
The early morning horizon greets the night skyat this moment there is no distinction between night and day.As the two bodies fight for power,I lone to fly away. There was a time when I promised it would never go away,but instead I find it hard to
Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this?
I did not have a voice, I did not have a choice
Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this?
To say I have grown,
To say my limbs have stretched towards the sky like trees,
To say my roots have begun to form, yet still sometimes are shaken by the Breeze,
Is true.
We learn the most from choices made in fire
The Bible Belt taught me my choice was made
To love a girl and settle down, required
Who’d choose to unravel that hand, already played.
Birth
Overwhelming and unremembered
Completely dependent and not yet aware
of all that my new life now required
So much potential
in a body so small
So much to do
and so many ways to fail
I spent my childhood looking
Looking to belong
Looking to be accepted
Everywhere I went
I looked for me
I got close a few times
But it wasnt quite me
One day I heard a sound
Your not a kid anymore!
That's what everyone is saying
You're all grown up now,
The day you hold your first set of keys in your hand,
As we grow
As we change
The years blend into one
And we add a number to our age.
When we were once young
We reached for bright colors
Our style has dulled
Now we reach for each other
The bright pink walls were painted over with gray,
Animals, dollls, all thrown away.
I lock myself up in my one room castle,
Avoiding my family, my chores, my hassels.
I hear my mom say "we never see you anymore!",
Sun shining,
Playing hide and seek,
I can’t find childhood anymore,
Maybe it got tired of playing.
Search for a sign
in the soil of the plot
of land behind your flat,
lift your chest to better sense
the vibration of the leaves
Where has time run off to?
Just yesterday I snuck to get some cookies in the fridge
Now I detest a simple sample of sugar
Oh No! Is this what the old folks talked about?
Growing up is...
Weeks of prayers, of hopes, of efforts-
Nothing worked.
Years of memories, years of life-
Lost.
The best man I ever knew-
Gone.
When I was seven I thought the worst thing in my world
was not that my parents fought and my mother hit.
It was that my older sister was kicked out of the white deli
she was doing a project on Poland
Four years and I have built a family
Theater, something I never knew I needed
Until it was gone
I look back on the times we made that circle
growing up
throwing up
find your shoe
need to poo
write a line
find sometime
to realize
to emphasize
to change your skin
take out the bin
Growing up
Drink a cup
I watched the breathtakingly beautiful scene as the sun kissed the sky it's final goodbye
Found myself mesmerized, unable to contain my admiration
A woman that I admire warned me that Americans are always in a rush.
Constantly in a hurry to keep going, never knowing where although
Right from Wrong
Good to Bad
Peace of mind to constant worrying
Child to Adult
Then I realized I grew up
Since the light hit my pupil out of the womb/
Until my lids shut and I'm in the tomb/
The Joy of life isn't quite the same/
Sometimes, you must go through pain/
Being naive all so young/
11 years old.
I left with my dad.
I hadn't seen him in a while.
It was nice to see him smile.
13 years old.
Middle school has ended,
no congratulations came
from the woman whom had begun it all.
The crashing of waves like sobbing of tearsThe clap of the riptide like a child screaming till red in the earsThe calm waters of the evening under skies lavender and plumLike a child falling asleep and sucking her thumb
You cannot change the world if you always stay the same
People won't like it but you cannot seem to explain
You chose a new lane and now you feel sane
I try to hate you, I do
But I can’t
In fact, I’m jealous of you
I find you amusing
I find you captivating
You have the ability to control
I sat down and thought, "When did I become me?"
"When did I stop trying so hard?" "When was able to just be?"
Because growing up is hard, that's a lesson I've had to learn,
I sat down and thought, "When did I become me?"
"When did I stop trying so hard?" "When was able to just be?"
Because growing up is hard, that's a lesson I've had to learn,
Suddenly
By: Isabelle Cogger
I sat down beside her,
Trying not to cry,
Her hand met my hand,
One final, last goodbye.
University, one, two, three
How many faces will I see
I walk to class, faces pass
Sit down, Stand up
Day after day
Is this adulthood?
I drive, I vote, I drink
when my father's
voice no longer
brought me comfort,
but made me angry
was when i knew
i wasn't a little
girl anymore.
when my mother's
hand no longer
made me feel
Growing up wasn’t when your dad started hitting you,
Or when you finally came out to your family only to be humiliated,
Or even when your best friend got knocked up in 10th grade.
I am from Marie Smith and Kroix Smith
From single mother poverty and no high school education.
But I am from my mother and brother’s arms
Ready to embrace always, “I love you.”
A glow up for me was havin’ the realization
Depression was my setback, not my damnation
I don’t think I ever grew up, but I definitely glowed
And realized my sadness belonged in the commode
The most carefree child
That’s what I was
Obsessed with school
And willing to believe that everything was for a purpose in this world
You're not the same Little Girl
Scared at 4
You're not the same Little Girl
Broken and unsure
He doesn't dictate how you let men treat you
Let it go, Little Girl
You're a woman now
It is the worst feeling to drown while trying your hardest to stay afloat,
It is the hardest to watch your friends walk away while reaching for them,
It is almost as if quitting will give me my peace,
We all live in a snow globe,
And we’re all trying to escape.
They have their art, ropes, and science,
But who has the guts to take
To take everyone apart
When I knew I was growing up
I thought I was out of luck
I lost my brother
Who was truly like no other
I was depressed and sad
I was really mad
The choices I have made because of this were not smart
friend. noun
1.someone who is only there when convenient?
2.someone who uses you for your talents?
3.someone who puts you last?
4.someone who only reaches out when they need something?
riveting emotion in a heart connected by mere thread
slowly unraveling
look at what I have done to you!
sometimes
you have to see
where you will be
instead of where you are
tough it out, it's not that far.
have fun
don't run
your past was bad
but a look back won't make you mad
sometimes
you have to see
where you will be
instead of where you are
tough it out, it's not that far.
have fun
don't run
your past was bad
but a look back won't make you mad
Sitting at the edge of the warm, welcoming bed
Watch the shadows creep their way under to door.
Those fearful eyes, latching at their nonexistent movement
Grow(i)n(g) Up
The day I turned 18,
I announced my independence from my parents.
I’m a grown up, I say to them.
They nod in agreement.
i cry more when i'm Happy than when i am Sad.
is that right?
Happy is pure, and raw, and exciting,
but when i am Sad i tend, too, to be Mad.
is that so?
maybe not Mad, but rather Defeated.
7 hours of school
5 hours of work
Sleep and repeat
Weekend arrives
8 hours of work
Sleep and repeat
Hard work
Lack of free time
Represents oncoming adulthood
Feeling alone
Feeling unworthy
Nowhere to go
No one to turn to
Trying to cry
It's not working
Trying to yell
But they have taken my voice
I curl up in a ball
Get disappointed, It feels like happiness now
How's that supposed to turn my frown
Upside down
My expectations are never met
Maybe I shouldn't make them for people
Or persons
Grow up in a smalll town, seeing the world with sunshine and rainbows
Few years later the color in life fades like an old tattoo
You see the struggles
The fights
The sudden loss of hope
People self medicating
Some of us are made for love
Some of us are made for one night stand
Some of us are made for temporary relationship
While others are made for life long partners
Nothing is wrong with being who you are made to be
Sink or swim,
that was probably something I learned back in school.
no swimming involved just listening.
Growing up and moving on up
the hardest thing I had to learn how to do was to swim.
Sadness
The emotion I felt when I heard the news of the divorce
I knew it was inevitable but still
Longing for a family, I hoped
Looking at my siblings I knew
Growing up I had to do
*crayola, i painted with the colors of the wind*Daytona, a place where I long to live*ribbons, down my back*Lowering class rank, cut me some slack*nesquik, got milk today?*Sparkling , the bitter water that I take*long hair, braided into oblivion*O
These pink curtains, God these pink curtains
Disgusting if I do say so myself
Still up there, swaying with the wind that entered my stuffed-animal filled room through the opened window,
The sunrise and the lake tides merged together as I sat on the cold stone concrete
The colors of the sky dripped into color and the tides moved as precise as a heartbeat
Growing up.
It filled my dreams since I was young.
Images of height, power, poise.
Growing up seemed so out of reach,
something that I wanted to obtain.
The way she spoke...She would talk of the heavens.She breathed in sour and buffed out sweet air.
"9-5"
by Julian Crockett
Sometimes Life feels like a drag
I think I’d rather do without
Sometimes everyone’s a nag
I’ve gotta find a way out
Who she was dwindled away as the years went on,
I didn't really notice then she was gone,
She decieved me,
As her eyes crystalized and her words heated me,
I’m not a kid anymore
My school no longer has a playground
That has a slide as long as the hallway to the door
I’m not a kid anymore
Growing up,
We wanted to make our family proud.
Our teachers thrilled.
Our peers happy.
But growing up,
We always made our family shake their head in disappointment,
Our teachers in disapprovement,
means the giddy, awkward feeling
of walking home from dinner
in the still-daytime, puffy pink clouds
punctuating our periphery
No one told me that it’s not okay for a boy to cost you
Your peace
Of mind
But they did say it was okay for him to take
A piece
Of your heart.
I used to walk upon the Earth,
Not knowing what it’d give me.
I yearned to be a grown adult,
Being a child felt belittling.
I used to lie upon fresh-cut grass,
And stare into the clouds.
Who knew I needed water,
Maybe the doctor.
For a flower to blossom,
Now that I’m in college I know the problem.
Water is the answer to health,
Which now I know means more than wealth.
I am stuck in the age that you love to mock,
but it wasn't my fault I couldn't stop the clock.
Two thick braids have unraveled into soft curls,
grinning crooked teeth turned to bright whitened pearls.
There I stood,
Just because I could.
Now here I stand,
Just because I need a hand.
How time changes,
A person as young as so,
Isn't it strange?
That as I grow,
I still change.
Cold darknessCool brightsWarm underand Red Hot whites
That fateful day, it occured to meThat kids don't do their own laundry
The heavy load became too much upon my shoulders.
Thoughts in my head became boulders,
Blocking the rays of light.
In my mind, it was always night.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
I don’t remember my face looking that way;
I don’t remember my eyes shining so bright;
I don’t remember my smile being so stunning
Or my face being so bright.
I see you smile.
And I smile back.
We all laugh at the same dumb joke,
A feeling I had forgotten.
It almost wasn’t recognizable.
Being a thug is all fun and games because of the girls and the money,
but once your homeboys start dying at your feet, it is no longer funny.
Born into this dangerous life with no choice,
The sickening sound of bullets blasting my classmates haunts me,
the disturbing images of piles of children lifelessly laying on the floor is my reoccurring nightmare.
In every person’s life, there is a moment in which everything changes
The very foundation of the earth shifts as the tectonic plates feel the need to stretch.
Looking up at the bright blue sky,
My two best friends next to me,
Eating ice cream with the sweet sound of the ice cream truck in the background
Talking about middle school, clothes, the future,
Looking back,
When I was young, I thought I didn't have a choice.
The world was decided for me.
Where to live,
Where to learn,
Where to thrive,
They all encouraged me to stay in the same place.
I open my Bible to see what you have to say. My heart feeling shattered, I'm only a tear away from giving up today.
You see people walking down the street, you never know who you're going to meet. You don't know their stories or their glories. We judge because we only wish to know. When youre walking you see people talking... But can you read?
They say I can make it happen, break the cycle don't let the abuse continue overlapping. Statistics say you're likely to end up like your parents it's insane. that's just static in my brain.
Just listen…
Listen to the sounds of nature…
If only I could have…
I remember being so young
All I wanted to do was stay in and play Sonic
Take a breath,
pause.
Step back,
pause.
Am I okay?
Sit at home wondering why,
my body isn't like theirs.
My voice isn't like theirs.
It's like the world is,
The Theroy of General Relativity
Proclaiming scientific evolution diffidently
Came from a man
who didn't pass his college entrance exams.
"To be or not to be"
To be a middle school dropout
Birthday,
Big Day,
I'm no longer a girl Day.
Women's Day,
But in the middle of July.
Two days later, she's dead
I'm here.
Waiting for my turn, wondering
as a child, i gave benefit of the doubteven though they would leave me out.sometimes they would be friendly, other times they would be cold to me.rude nicknames were givenbut i embraced them as if it were a win;as i grew, i saw muted laughs and lo
isn’t it crazy— how quickly your memories become a little hazy? how fast the tide changes? even though you never noticed it before isn’t it crazy how quick the seasons go from hot to cold and you could’ve sworn the shirt you wore that day wa
I’ve grown accustomed to catch up with you
every few months.
You tell me about your job,
I tell you about my new hobbies
stand up stand strong speak loud
nver let others push you down
never be pushed into silence got to speak up about the violence
the struggles the fear and the hunger
dont forget about your sisters and your brothers
With words that burn and bite and sting,
they creep up on your mind and ring
until you no longer sleep at night.
There are sounds and smells
that remind you of days passed,
How do you tell the person who shattered you that you are trying to glue the pieces of yourself back together?
A fight against something you fear,
Whether or not they're already here,
is something I've fought,
but all for naught,
for safety and security is always near.
You used to keep me safe,
out of harm's reach,
but now you suffocate any chances of showing the world who I can be.
You refuse to let me go,
to let me grow into what I want to be.
Not everyone sees me
Some may not even now that I am there
Not everyone knows who I am
Some may not even know that I exist
I hide on stage, back
I am a name on paper,
not a name in lights.
I am the small voice that fades into the background,
I am the cowardly dog who puts down their head,
I am the thought that never gets to be expound,
A nigh of mischief,
an adventure,
a nightmare.
Speed up! No.
I'll crash,
I'll fall,
the world will spin
But the night is young.
Under the full moon
My biggest fear,
A most realistic dread--
Was once the day
You would move away
And leave me behind.
A beloved sista,
he's a liar.
fear whispers in your ear,
looks over your shoulder,
places his cold hands
around your neck.
"you can't possibly
do it," he says.
"thinkthinkthink
You threatened me with good times,
I am a flower,
I opened my petals and let you in.
You picked me from a garden and discarded me when the smell wore off,
When I began to wilt I was no longer your muse,
I was hanging on by a thread,
Fear grasped on to me
I hyperventilated, thinking of it made me sweat.
I was never strong enough,
Bold enough,
Courageous enough,
To leave the cage I was bound to.
I feared the outcomes.
Of what they would think.
"What a Whore."
"She just wanted attention."
"Why would he want her?"
I was so scared of the judgements,
Even though i didn't do anything wrong.
Fear, There’s plenty of it, it fills us all Paralyzes us, keeps cautious, wanting to avoid the fall Something we can’t outgrow or out run When it’s there we wish it were done Thought of the past plants it, thought of the future grows it Can’t bru
With one word it begins
Whipping heart and soul restlessly.
A torrent of words,
Incomprehensible accusations,
And splintered sobs.
A fierce storm of ruin,
Unceasing.
Slow,
Your mind begins to fear,
Your brain feels like it’s being sheared,
Your heart begins to flitter, as you face starts to quiver,
Fast,
You begin to breathe hastily, and your skin becomes pasty,
I stop your breathing
I make your knees wobble
I flutter around in your stomach
I make you cry, chanting in your ear,
As a child
I never found poetry worthwhile
the teacher would spin a web
that I could never understand in my head
It was never easy
to write things that weren't cheesy
i wander, alone
my heart is quiet
the first few drops fall, then
the sky turns yellow
& i too am falling.
i reach, plaid feelings extending,
feelings unpeeling like an apple,
As I think, it rushes in—
A river, a torrent, a waterfall
Threatening life or limb
Or peace.
Thoughts come swirling, pounding,
In my head
Never resting—unrelenting.
Voices rush, a flood,
Hands inlayed with pain
Bleeding from success
Reserved for only one
Yet used by everyone else.
They tremble and shake
The fear of being dead weight.
Of having talent, but not as much as X,
Of having discipline, but not as much as Y,
Of having ambition, but not as much as Z,
It hacks at you until you’re weightless.
One against a crowd
But it’s not a competition
A dream to be on stage
But regret behind the scenes
Your name announced
And the crowd starts to clap
I used to be creative
Then I went to school
I used to play outside
Now the air's too cool
I used to have ambition
Living unrestrained
But now my will's been missing
Closing in
From every corner
All the fire touches
Is consumed.
For if we cannot trust The Flame
Then whom?
Fear can ingulf you like a storm
Tearing everthing apart and rattling you up
At the end of a storm there's always a rainbow
One desert searching for water
Another looking for warmth in the night
Both are desilate
Both are hoping for more
But as a desert
You become accustomed to being empty
And wanting more
In the end
Maria, you’re a time machine
You were in my present
You took me to the past
And you taught me to think on the future
In my tropical island
I have never seen such destruction
Maria, you’re a time machine
You were in my present
You took me to the past
And you taught me to think on the future
In my tropical island
I have never seen such destruction
When dealing with your absence, a part of me dies—making my heart beg to be euthanized.
There is fear in the streets, tarnished in disappointment and remorse
We failed to follow life’s course, catching and releasing like a wild horse.
Fear of heights, and falling from tall skyscrapers—
She isn't old enough to die.
How do you, at 24, accept the news that your daughter won't live to see 2?
Her first day of school, first crush, wedding, children, all of those potentials are now no more.
Those devilish voices
The apathetic taunting
Assertive and passionate about their tactful deeds
I keep vigilant as I watch for callous creatures who jaunt to vulnerable prey
13 years already I think of you when you’d waddle towards me and I sleepy-eyed eager for the silver lychees in your palm would reach out the moon behind a hanging canvas
13 years already I think of you when you’d waddle towards me and I sleepy-eyed eager for the silver lychees in your palm would reach out the moon behind a hanging canvas
Fear.
Embarrassment for most,
failure for me.
Insecurity I’ve been diagnosed;
never felt like I’d make it...
success I’m an absentee.
No matter how hard I work.
I just smile and smirk,
I feel like I'm drowning
Retreating into my mind
My brain hurts
My legs numb
My arms heavy and palms sweaty
Body throbbing and tears streaming
I lay, crying
And sobbing
And scratching
the time in between
the night and day
when the sun gets tired
and the moon wakes
i sit and stare
what will i dream of
when i tire?
maybe it will be
the time we got lost
The horizon faded.
The ailerons, jaded.
The winds blew
fast and through.
The comms whirred.
Myself, concerned.
I clutched the yoke
and heard a croak.
I hear America crying, the numerous sobs I hear,
Those of Lady Liberty, crying hers as she sees her children struggle, the ideals of her nation betrayed,
they are not meant to scare you
they scream with emotions
some sincere some detached
but too many makes the room feel smaller
you feel trapped
you begin to speak but you trip on your words
Crutches.
Two of them.
One strapped to each arm.
That’s the first thing they see,
But do they see me?
Stares.
You may have me shackled in dreams you once had
Regrets from your youth, leading me to your path
Authority of the father, I could never surpass
You may be powerful, but you're not strong
Don't expect that others will understandDon't expect they'll give you a handDo expect that on the other sideYou see their thoughts as fading demands Don't expect that you won't falterDon't expect your nights won't be longDo expect that the time it
The shadow follows me
It's disguised as depression hanging onto me like the clothes on my back.
It's darkness blends in with my black clothes
Do you feel it?
The darkness behind you..
Some times the bees dont have honey
Some times the pour kids dont have money
For the bees its a mystery when they first begin
Where do I find honey and where does it swim
What if I told you
That a girl was scared to speak
So she never did
What if I told you
The room was silent and sad
She did it for him
For her dad rested
Be confident in yourself
Be fearless
Be respectful
Be a good friend to everyone
Be strong
Be kind
Be giving
But don't let people tell you what you can and cannot be
I never wanted to speak my part, or tell you what I wrote.
But if I, then, must now share my heart, then here is my first note.
Critics often hear a work, then proceed to tear it asunder.
I've got gasoline and a box of matches
but I only need one to get the job done.
there's a bridge beneath my feet,
unsafe and worn, it can't take the heat.
We’re often on the run
and for what? We don’t know what
you can hear the slight hum
of talks among the spots.
Always on our own
we’re kind of from home.
You can feel the aches in your bones
Health never lies in this time and age
With little to hide and memories that fade
Death and Life fight out in the day,
Waiting for something to ease the pain
Waking up every day knowing my father leaves for work at 4 a.m. to return at 5 in the evening.
The thoughts lingering in the back of my head... "Will he come home safetly?" "What if he getes hurt" "What if I never see him again?"
perserverance . So I focused.
strength . So I needed faith.
tired . So I gained power.
weak . So I kept going.
push. Until I gained courage.
through. So I felt the drive.
a pen has blood of inkstaining the pages forevera pen is a sword of literatureripping through line after linea pen contains a cartridge of venompoisoning all of my words a pen is a fountain of hope
Frayed are the edges of my mind.
Regardless of however much I try,
they never lose their grip;
they never die.
Knuckles now are turned to white;
the fears inundate my eyes.
It started with your kiss,
Why did you have to do this?
I'm feeling stronger everyday,
But I'm feeling for you everyday.
I felt like I had to forgive you
I had to be better for you.
She says
my first boyfriend can’t be my true love
so rarely
she says
do first-time couples stay together
and take on the world as one
She said
i should have been working harder
Born into the color of my skin I was destined to fail.
A lifetime full of trials hitting me like hail.
I would have never made it out alive.
Just another latina deprived, fighting to live and strive.
Oh, the fear of school
Oh, how pointless it was
Oh, the addition of friends
Oh, how they made a difference
Oh, how they pushed me
Oh, how they were there
Oh, how amazing their support is
Forward is all we ever know
The change from inside
Outward shame to hide
Toward the present answer, "No."
Who are they to tell me
The personality
That resides deep within me now?
I should not fear it, but it's inevitable,
The image of I standing with my brand that has reached beyond my expectations
The less I believe the more it becomes debatable.
Who am I
I ponder my life is a wonder
I wander stare the sky and wonder why
I can't cry
I always sigh
Who am I
Staring in the mirror I can't stand the sight
Most people are afraid of spiders or public speaking,
Or maybe dark rooms and floor boards creaking,
And while these may perhaps be on my list
My willow friend
You die and thrive in certain seasons.
Here for the pleasent weather,
but gone in the cold.
Our conversations come like the warm breeze,
but no matter what I say
I'm a ghost with a beating heart
You're alive but yours wont start
I'm getting worried child please don't leave
Because when you die you wont be like me
I can keep you safe I swear to it
I’m so afraid
Of what happens in my
Head
As I lay there in the silence of my
Very own bed
I’m afraid of the things
“How are you gonna pay for college?” they say.
“There’s just no way.”
“But look at your cousin who’s a traveling nurse.”
“She carries millions of dollars in her purse.”
I looked down
The ground, far below me;
I looked up
An endless sky.
To my right
A careless whisper.
"Jump"
It whispered
"Jump and you will fly."
I shook my head;
I am afraid
You don’t know it from the outside
I am afraid
Yet 16 years of challenge taught me to bury my emotions
I am afraid
This body
since birth
I've been told
To hate it.
"Your body,"
he told me,
"Is beautiful."
Does he lie?
This body
is the reason
To lie,
To cheat.
Dear grandma ,you taught me many things
But not how to be a poet in an undelightful world.
You taught me how to love but you forgot to tell me about the pain that comes with unrequited love.
Stomach full of swallows
and monarchs
Orange and green and gold
My shifting eyes
Never focused
Thinking a mile a minute
Thoughts but no way to comprehend
Immediate sweat filled with regret
Nothing i want
Everything is chosen
This is the life i have
Must obey and follow
Try something different no never
Not allowed
To talk of it is easily done,
But
To feel it coarse through your vein-
That is a much harder task,
And to the Universe I want to ask:
Why am I so crippled?
Why am I so blind?
Downright and blunt what else you could be
If you tell me that I am not what others see
I am far away from being right in this case
Although I was not right at all during this phase
Downright and blunt what else you could be
If you tell me that I am not what others see
I am far away from being right in this case
Although I was not right at all during this phase
being seventeen is a vacant endless hole of questions you’ll never be able to answer,
the realization that you are going to disappoint almost everyone who matters you, including yourself
. . . right
away, you’ll see it’s difficult to find:
(That -- while it’s true, it’s only You able to see inside your, Mind, -- )
Lost thoughts often become begotten
The sun is bright
A glowing orb that touches your skin with a warm kiss
I bask in the comfort it brings
Embracing the arms of light wrapped around me
Around every corner I can see
You stayed;
You left;
Like allergies in the spring.
After flowers came and went,
so did you.
The festival came too late.
I didn't even get to celebrate you.
You have no idea
what is a swimmer really feeling
when they are at the white block kneeling
they anxiously wait for the buzzer
the referee meticulously hovers
their heart rapidly pounds with very sound
Trying to talk
Being afraid
I know how to walk
It's hard to be brave.
Ever since I was litte
It was hard to silence
P-P-Please don't fiddle
with your corrective lenses
Love doesn’t want no body
Doesn’t want this body
Love doesn’t want to be here.
Love right now is outside in the driveway
Sitting against the hood of it’s black Honda
Waiting for the Boss to call back
summer unfolded into yellowing days &
the low hum of traffic static,
so i clawed out of the monotony,
cut my hair with red craft scissors listening to
screaming cicadas under a strawberry lemonade sky,
the wind is ferocious on mountain tops in Tibet India
the wind encases you, swirls around you
wind flies into your eyes and as they flew into mine
memories trickled into my brain like the wind that wouldn't go away
I feel trapped.
Without any room to grow.
All the flowers around me are cut short,
shoved into buckets,
and stuffed into a cooler with artificial lights.
With artificial care.
Feel these signs, feel these signs?
Take them as your warning sign, warning sign
If you can just pull away, pull away
You only have so much time, so much time
Feel these signs, feel these signs?
When the rain comes
We’re taught to run inside.
Hide for your life, and stay dry.
We build up our wals
Wide and tall
Life is a giant word search,
With constant discoveries.
Anxiety, jittering through
My arms with each constant twitch.
I really love singing and I would sing all the time at home when I’m bored. Many people asks me to sing on
stage for lots of celebrations. I would say no and told them that I’m too nervous and don’t feel like singing on stage.
A fire flickers in the distance, nothing but a dim light to illuminate the shadows. I follow a trail to the dark, away from the light, away from my comfort. Into the dark I stumble, I trip, I fall.
Within my heart, a terrible fear
Has swelled and beat and filled the ears
One beast I say caused all the tears:
“How to Pay for College.”
The storm brewed
Swirling in the sky, it loomed above
No way to know when it would strike
The wind whipped my hair
I looked around trying to understand
Why I was in the eye of the storm
In a rose garden
With blinding billowing sunlight
Some roses bloom early
Some bloom late
And some not at all.
I sit in the court yard
Of the holding place where people shrivel and die
Beware my stream of consciousness
Kill your bloated self-confidence
Like a rope around your throat
Or a .30 aimed at your noggin
This rhyme flow is undisputed
these verses go undefeated
Broken fragile eyes
I fear for our generation
Cries and dark places never felt so familiar
Nothing feels better than hiding these days
It's time to change
Make mental health more aware
Love is the ultimate gratification.
Love is the ultimate feeling of admiration.
Love is like fire burning in the heart.
To love abundantly like you can't be torn apart.
Love is the best and worst feeling of all.
quaking all alone at night
she wants to be the girl in lights
the rest of the world tells her no
and with that, away her hopes and dreams go.
as the time passes, she decides to try,
its the witching Hour
my body is aching
im twisting and turning ...
all the pain a fEeL came through the mourning
the Passing of myself into another form
led my soul to conjure the eMotional storm
Black lives matter
yeah,I watch the brain scatter
As the trigger is pulled , tic tic bullet hits
Blood splatters
As I get pulled over
Black lives matter
yeah,I watch the brain scatter
As the trigger is pulled , tic tic bullet hits
Blood splatters
As I get pulled over
Facing my fears,
because it sounds so easy to do.
Facing my fears,
so I can let go of the old and bring in the new.
Facing my fears,
because I want to be independent and strong.
Facing my fears,
Too often I am faced fear
Making my mind very unclear
but when I take a second to face my fear
A good new outcome will often appear
An outcome worth the wait and fear
An outcome that may bring me a tear
Where is my father?
So have I a noble father lost.
The King, the king’s to blame;
Treason! Treason!
i know
your heart aches
when you run out of distractions;
when your insomnia
takes the form
of the memories we once shared.
she comes to visit sometimes,
she’ll stay for weeks,
or a few hours.
she’s a pretty gal,
even though her makeup
tends to be smudged.
i am made up
of the city’s streetlights
and busy highways.
my commotion
is silenced by a small town’s
quiet voice.
i could write a thousand poems
about the relationship
between a younger sister
and an older brother
about how one day you loved me
How can you be living if you’re not alive?
Or if you’re just living to survive
Too scared to cross the line, you hide
Never leave the house without a bottle at your side.
It could hit you any time any place
*Thump*
Heart caught, lodged within my throat
it has burrowed a nest and has made no plans to leave
A hummingbird's heartbeat cannot compare to the violent cacophony within
My words hide in the back of my mind
In the back of my throat, still in my mouth.
Silent words that never seen the light of day.
They hide in fear.
Of what?
Is it true? I asked, he said,
yes, its true, heartbroken, she's dead
she was 19 with a disease,
her family will never live at ease.
my mom has the same one, I thought in horror,
You are...wow.A capital W-O-W...A complete shell shocked wide eyed beauty, You are...infatuating.Each word you say playing again and again in my head making me memorize them by heart,Each smile and burst of laughter making it hard for me to see a
Can we close the gap between Love and Hate?So I can worry more about tests than being shot for a mistake.Can we close the gap between Friend and Foe?So I can tell a secret without starting a war.
You pushed
You shoved
You pinned me to the wall.
You screamed
You blamed
You pinned me to the wall.
You bullied
You laughed
You pinned me to the wall.
Wish I could say hi to happy, but I'm still figuring out what that is. Wish I could say goodbye to sad,but that'll never be the case because life is a rollercoaster and only time will tell when, or if,I'll win the race.
Empower
Noun
To give authority or power to
To enable
From the honey melon of my skin
To the natural curl of my hair
I am black unapologetically and I wear my proudness bare
Daddy, you and I are bridging Brigadoon.
One year on earth together, now connected between space and time
between the bridge of Brigaddon.
Never forgot you. Left my homework up, so you could see my
Only a childhood ago I remember being on my knees
Looking for guidance....any guidance
Insane or sane that could make my sorrow cease
Waking up in pain, going to sleep in pain, losing myself slowly
I give you my best
time, attention, even my shoe.
I don't mind when you're a pest,
because I love you.
I know how to make you laugh
and I would never leave you for someone new.
She fights the desire
To put out the fire
She fights the lust
That she looks at like gold dust
She fights the greed
Is this the new norm?Our people mourn,they ask for reform,then nothing is done.
Will this ever end?No ways to defend,situations they can't comprehend,families distraught because of a gun.
Verse I: Tears are rolling down her face, I can’t even begin to contemplate. I sit in the center of a dark room, human actions left me here. In the distance I can hear her calling, tears still rushing down her face.
Tiani Francis Dunn The Pretty War Reality shook her to the core. Like the smashing of a crystal jar, she felt broken. The thought of “pretty”, confused her nimble skull. Her voluminous conscious began shaping its own realm of sanity.
The world in which
we currently live
can bring us down
so we must stand up
The world in which
we currently see
has taken its toll
on people like you and me
Some people will tell you falling in love is comparable to heaven, They will tell you that falling in love is hearing the angels sing when they enter the room.
Standing alone in the crowded room
Back noise conversations circling the atmosphere of a new age
I HEAR EVERYTHING....
But I have nothing to say,
The moment I open my mouth
I open the door and invite everyone in
A crayon
Teaches a hand to create
Colorful dreams onto white walls
Coloring outside the lines
No limits for each color
A pencil
Writes a love letter at 3 am
Who would've thought I'd have you as a mother, other than the one above
You taught me to love an gave me guidance
Whenever they said I wasn't going to make it
You said yours and all you have to do is go an take it
Just one look was all it took.
My mind was shifted and I was hooked.
I dont even know this boy but he motivated me with just one look.
In a wrinkle of time, her words became more than short breaths of air
They had transpired into tangible, animate beings.
Like a wildfire, it spreads
The hatred, the anger
Like a domino effect, it follows
The pain, the sorrow
Driven by rage
Control is lost
Guide me, until I break
the surface of the water
that held me down.
Hold me, as I gasp
for air that was denied to me
for so long.
Help me, as I swim
with struggling, unsure strokes
What have I taught you?
Though we have been together through each day and night,
what have I learned?
Each day we would walk away.
Every night begging no more
I'd pray.
Tears fell constantly,
Human lives are constantly molded
Adults are the artists, children the clay
Ready to be shaped and molded by the hands of others
Clay is molded from slight hands, the soft whisper of words
My mother's love is unconditional, something like an overflowing cup of water
that is pure in taste and transparent in sight.
Something as beautiful as the full moon that sparkles on the ocean's currents
at night.
I lost my confidenceI lost my self worth I lost my cousin DillanI lost my Papa I lost my cousin Teagan I lost my tears I lost my laugh I lost my smile I lost my strength I lost my beauty I lost my identity I found my confidence in Christ I foun
Things were great until you changed.
You said I was the one, but you are not sure.
You promised me to be better but, you took advantage.
I gave you everything and in return you cheated on me.
Because the shift dress remained to be a hassle, I wore capris instead.
How else was I to ride my bike if my dress was too tight?!
This was a story I would always hold in my heart dearly about my grandmother.
“Have you ever thought “bout
How what you say affects people?”
Words leaving your lips
Hold a potential that you must understand
Potentially forcing someone
To the one who waited
hours upon hours
days upon days
weeks and weeks
years to years
a lifetime
You're the one who raised me
you're the one who cared
you're the one who suffered
Hate is all around us
Thick and thin
through the smog that chokes us
the breath we let out from that uncomfortable moment
or that time we watched as we fell to the floor
The fog that kicks in
The quiet omnipotence of my mentor
Has guided me through life.
To my younger self, I would have lent her
A small piece of advice.
To not resist these blueprints of success,
When I knew you
You treated me poorly
You made me feel as though all the fault was mine
But because of you I have grown stronger
Dancing to remember
Dancing to forget,
Dancing to become something,
Dancing to pretend,
Dancing to stay active,
Dancing to learn more,
white woman is a kind lady
all smiles and tulips in the morning
goes to church on sundays
or maybe not
maybe she doesn’t like churches
I remember the day with
gray skies overhead
and over my head.
The weight of my problems,
heavy on my shoulders,
pushed me down
and down
and down.
I look over at the couch,
Curse freckles,
and the way they covered the face of a man
that was my happiness, my pain
my love, my loss
and the only source of Christmas spirit
that I have ever had.
Curse freckles
Why. Betrays. Writhing inside. Evil being consuming. Strengths depleting. Those that can think won't. Ideas that can’t. Blast away. Little chucks. Lose yourself every time. Red metal light. Pin pointed. Concentrated. Beam. Light pours in through.
You are the reason that I'm here
When you're with me, I have no fear
It is precious how you take a lot of time out of your day
I'm grateful that you take that time to help me along the way
Is my son here? No.
Is my son here? No.
Is my son here? No.
Where is he then? He is at work.
Every day, I take part in a cruel joke
They told me that we are lucky, lucky to be living free. But ever since I gained conscious of what and how the real world is.. living free is something we will never be. I feel trapped in this world of right but mostly wrongs.
You have taken care of me since I was born
You buy all the things I want
You have always been there when I needed you most
You have always been pushing me to do my best
I don't know where I would be without you
I love my mother
She gives to me and my brother
Her hair smells like flowers
She cares and takes care
She hugs me like a bear
I love you mother
She gives me so much love
A Poem for the Man on the Platform
“Men love a woman in a dress.”
I recoil as if struck,
Four years of volleyball games,Four years of endless support, Four years of cheering on the stands,For me to play my favorite sport. As my high school career comes to an end,And I put up my shoes on the rack,I want to thank you— Mom, Dad, and Aar
I think, therefore I am
Yet, you placed your ideology
Onto me, shaping me.
As I was a seedling,
You watered me;
a downpour of politics
a waterfall of what is right and wrong
You thought you could drop me down
But now I'm stronger
You tried to steal my crown
And now I'm wiser
You planned defeat for me
But I'm the winner
You shaped me out to be
Tougher, smarter, better
Where I'm from black people makes it impossible to come together, we switch up on each other like Kansas City weather.
Where I'm from kids get addicted to phones more than they do to a book.
Your class was a sanctuary of positivity
I never felt left out or out of place
You gave me advice that I couldn’t get anywhere else
I saw you more than I saw him
Thank you to all the people I’ve let go,
It can only be so hard to explain how as soon as you’ve found someone is as quickly as you’ve lost them.
6 Years Old
De facto brother.
Isolation and familial razors
rip into my scalp and cleave my skull,
and you,
a stoic surgeon
keeps the fractured plates
You’ve brought us so much Inspiration
Providing us with a stong foundation
We can not thank you enough
Although things did get tough
You stayed strong
Let me tell A bit about my life when I was only five I saw it all guns knives weed crack it was already Wack people were breaking in stealing all our money I could hear the rich people laughing I guess they thought it was funny because I was walk
Dad.
Coach.
Teacher.
Mentor.
These are all words that I can call my father.
On the court
Off the court
He is as humble as Captain America
As smart as Iron Man
As attentive as Hawkeye
As strong as the Hulk
As disciplined as Black Widow
He will help the world
there is a storm brewing,
slowly like herbal tea,
deep inside my ribcage.
the kiss of rain dominates my body,
filling lungs with oceans
of searing saltwater tears.
She courses as strong as the tides
And dwindles when required
But when given the opportunity
She returns with larger waves than before
What all has my mother done for me?
She's read to me, cooked for me
Made all my favorite food
And even when she was stressed from work, to me she was never rude
So much has happened
So much has changed
When you debuted
People laughed
Judged, and didn’t believe
What you could become
As years went by
You made history
Though not born of blood, our hearts beat for daughter and mother each,Your voice is of kindness and love, even when mine is upset.I worry about the future –one you’re already living to teach.
You let your demons control you,
Let them overwhelm you.
They took you in the calm,
In the eye of the storm,
When you were vulnerable.
You left behind those important to you,
I am ever so grateful,
when my world wanted to break,
you showed me many worlds,
many amazing, beautiful worlds,
you gave me life,
you gave me a dream,
now, it's time I create my own worlds,
Playing soccer i was never tired
in my job i was never fired
we won states while i was riding the pine
and i made it to regionals when i actually tried
tennis had the success
but i never confessed
Defined by others before I could ever define myself
Put down by others before I had the chance to ever get up
Existence with no purpose
They say i'm a triple threat to society
All I did was attend school
She brought me to life
Took care of me when I couldn't
But most importantly loved me when I wouldnt.
She held me for nine months
For the man with a son
who still looks like a child himself.
he writes silly notes and always has candy in his pockets.
How can somebody so young have the eyes of an old man.
Trapped in my own tempest
You guided
Becoming my hope to safeness
I sailed
Turning my darkness to light
I travel
The worlds always crashing, then spinning, before falling,
And what's the chance any of this matters,
There's no matters, nothing to worry.
Because the roaring of every failure and silence of every request
Q-uality time that we have spent together A-chievemnet that you have conqueredD-irection that you have given meE-ndless conversations we have had about the futureE-mpathy that you have shown me when I was in need R-espect that I have for you and y
I don't know
that I've had one true mentor.
Thousands of have influenced my life-
family and teachers,
friends and strangers.
But among all these influences,
I'd say strangers have the biggest impact.
"Finish your apps,
get A's at school,
write all your college essays early- don't be a fool."
So much stress
is constantly
build ing.
Oh how I yearn
to learn.
Yearn to learn
with Mrs. Redfern.
Have you not heard the buzz?
She is a great teacher.
The best at what she does.
I can feel the fire.
There's a chance in the night,
in the darkest, blackest night,
in the night that surpasses
dark and filmy midnight glasses-
there's a chance that dawn may bring
a beautiful, charming, enchanted King-
The Grey World
The world we met,
colorless faces were all that were set,
To us he said,
to treat our lives with respect.
Even if we felt,
They say your life is a thread, weaving its way through
Life.
Your thread touches every other thread at least once.
Or more than once.
More than twice, even.
As you age, you remember me
As you live, you remember me
As your body dies, you remember me
As your mind follows, you remember me
You helped me on my first day of school when I was crying in the hall not wanting to go in You helped me when I was 12 and I needed a shoulder to cry on after all the hurt and betrayal I faced from fellow classmates and people I
You came like a breeze,
A small caressing touch of cool wind,
Refreshing under such suppressive heat.
It was not until then,
That I was choking on the air I breathed,
Or tearing at the day,
MARINE
I love my mentor to death
like I would die for the man
With him in my life cant say that god ain't got plans
He was more to me than a teacher,
although he did teach
There have been people who tried with me when I didn't deserve it and I am forever grateful because if they hadn't of tried with me, I would not be writing this today and I would be who I am. Dating back my fourth grade english teacher, Mrs.
It’s Junior year; spirit pervades my body.
I am now considered an upperclassman.
I analyze the schedule placed in my hands.
An enormous smile casts across my face.
momma said she loves me she said nobody's worth is determined by money momma said to be myself daughter, don't write your dreams down if you're only feigning for wealth it's okay to be a little crazy momma said that's a yes, not a maybe no pill c
The thoughts of a Thirteen year old
man. Fully mature he tells
himself. In reality, his mind is
infantile.
Real men are full of
kindness. His father knows, this is
priceless.
trauma is a teacher
fired from catholic boarding school
its leather bound ruler raps your knuckles
“pay attention!” it barks
“the world will not rest for you, lazy girl!”
“the world is cruel and cold, a demon
dear depression, i’m going to be honest: this is an ode i’ve written before because i have the habit of giving life to my monsters by giving up my own. this is an ode i’ve written before
A teacher once told me
Poetry is emotion distilled
It’s a feeling
Run through the filter of a pencil
The impossibly abstract
There's a great blue sky that seems so vast.
They say that it is limitless.
But I don't understand.
I can see that,
There are clouds.
There are planes.
There are birds.
There are bugs.
I bottle up rage
and I choke it down
Until I explode on anyone around
I want to scream
I want to yell
I want everyone to know I am going through hell
But poetry has given me
What is her name?
She’s not my friend
I admire her from a distance
So powerful and graceful
From afar, she is perfect
Poetry taught me
to love myself,
love nature,
to love
and to be;
That no ine is truly alone,
variety is needed,
and no complication is needed
to be liked;
Poetry taught me
to love myself,
to love nature,
to love
and to be;
That no one it truly alone,
variety is needed,
and no complication is needed
to be liked;
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
I can find you only in the blossoms of magnolia
trees that I used for poetic persuasion
to convince myself you have not left me here, not yet.
in your garden, there are no magnolias,
from words and sounds
with many diferent meanings
to thoughts and ideas
that moves our hearts.
Poetry has changed my life
helped me find meaning
In this unfair world
people call life.
It’s the words I can’t say,
but need to let out.
It’s the emotions I can’t express,
but need to release.
It’s that moment
in the middle of the school day.
It’s that 11 p.m. scramble
Poetry reaches the depths of the soul, climbing into the parts that yearn to be whole
Tugging on our heart strings, just trying to teach us things
I let the words speak to me, Poetry has taught me how to be free!
I held a mirror up
Looking at myself constantly.
Not because I was self-centered
But because
Every time I spoke
Every time I moved
Every time I thought about my appearance
I criticized myself.
Everyday
Everyday there is pain.
Every day it is hidden.
No one is allowed to see my pain.
I must hide it
Hide myself from a world that can only offer judgement.
Hide the scars from prying eyes.
Poetry has taught me
there is no right way to feel
only a write way to feel.
It has opened me up to a new form of expression
that follows
no guidelines
or rules...
Poetry
That lovely, wordy thing
Has taught me
Very important things.
Poems need not rhyme,
Poems need not make sense,
Poems need not true structure;
All a poem really needs
Since I can remember, probably the age 8
old folks taught me to sit and pray.
They gathered around, coming at me
from left and right preaching words
out loud like, understand you need to
A swirling pool of restless thoughts swim beneath the surface,
Walking down a low lit path, I’m looking for my purpose,
See
Poetry is a wonderful topic
Its crazy how i can write down my feelings on paper
With rhythm and rhyme
Metaphors and similies
I can be extra as i can but poetry is life
Poetry is simple
Learning about poetry in school is not fun
this is what all of my classmates would say
It was not unusual for me to be the odd one out
so today was just an ordinary day
Poetry and I had a good relationship
Talking is exhausting.
I have to force myself to be eloquent, to say it right
To speak clearly and attentively
So much energy is used.
A reflection of me
Words show all of me
Hatred, pain, betrayal,
Hope, love, hopelessness
A part of me is revealing
A written poem is
Healing
A written poem is
A bleeding heart
Nothing new seems to pass by me.
Only few occurrences surround me.
Nothing to make me feel desperate,
Nothing to make me feel longing.
I close my eyes to feel alive,
A girl sits
Her eyes begin to glaze over
She has been here for hours
Unmoving,
Focused.
It's her escape
The world is too evil
Too awful
Too scary
Too much for her to cope with.
At age 8
I began to hear lyrics
I thought they were songs
But they would not conform to meter
And I forgot
how
i
sang
At age 13
A poet has thier poetry
A poet let thier poetry show thier power
And through the creation of a new world and life
We, the people, get to see the power if we take a moment
There is a beauty in words-
An undeniable power,
Washing over me as I'm overcome
Trying to show you my soul
With just a pen and paper.
It's amazing to craft emotions-
Make you feel my hunger
Hating poetry is easy
It makes you think
It makes you learn
Teachers force you to write in weird ways
To convey stoies you don't care about
What even is poetry
except dumb-downed writing?
Each one of us is like a distinct geometric figure,
Bounded by its boundaries, bound in its apparent isolation,
A soft word written is a loud statement spoken.
Poetry, she has given me a voice. She welcomes my pen with open parchment.
My quiet self is hidden lest her bold words are put to the test.
I've got a poet’s hand but a severed tongue
The best of us have started young
But years come and go like faces in a city
I carry lots of things, which I am lucky to have
Everything in my youth I am “lucky to have”
But the luckiest thing is what I have least
Watercolor thoughts on my cerebrum canvas,
emotions inscribed in profound iambic pentameter.
I was taught to speak with the soul of my voice,
but I prefer the stroke of my pen.
Dear poetry,
Im back again
Pen in hand
Afraid to stand
How are you this week?
Treat me with your fascinations
Distract me from there laughs
Listen as i tell you all the secrets from my past
I used to be afraid.
Afraid to speak my mind in an unkind world
That shut my mouth for me before I even opened it.
I learned to sit down and shut up
I'm immortal. Forever I shall remain here on Earth, no matter what happens to me physically. My words will remain in their pages, forever. No one will ever take away the power of my words. No one will erase my pain away.
Staring at your reflection
Ripples in the water
The image isn't clear
Trying for perfection
Beggining to understand
What's staring back at you
Just beneath the surface
Reaching for it now
Speaking a whole new language
Desperately telling stories
Creating your own flow, and
I almost forget
That this is my passion.
A nation of letters
Giving you a deep feeling
Inside.
What Poetry has Taught Me
by Ashanti Stewart
Poetry is a sound from deep inside the heart.
It doesn't have to rhyme and that is a start.
It tells a tale and has moral.
It has a sweet and a sad sound.
What is the point of this?
Spending hours upon hours pondering:
what shall I write?
what words shall I use?
does the rhyming matter?
does it have any use?
Maybe it doesn't matter,
Show me a stage and I'll find a player
greater
than any act I could follow.
Show me poetry
I can see
how lines become symphonies within the eyes of those wiser than me
Poetry is not just words put together.
What I see is an experience
Told with feeling and emotion.
Through a window of words
I learn of their struggle, their dreams, their life.
To live is to learn.
WHO DECIDED god WOULD RULE ALL OF HEAVEN AND EARTH?
THAT god WOULD BE A GOOD, FAIR, JUST DICTATOR?
HOW DID god EARN A PLACE IN HEAVEN, THE UNTOUCHABLE, THE BLESSED
I HEAR YOU, SPUTTERING
Dear last year,
I am sorry
I am sorry for the things I say about you
I call you the worst, I spit on your image
I carve out your memories as though they are wax I am widdling
To nothing.
Dear child, here's to us,
Do you see it?
Feel it?
Hear it?
Smell it?
Sense it?
Take a moment.
Dear Future Bride, I stop daily and think about eternity with you.Life would be simple but so worth living.We would be broke college graduates but we would be in love.We would live out our dreams together because together is the dream.Life is chan
Dear fri(end).
There’s a reason why friend
terminates with end.
It’s not always the sharp
SLASH
of a knife to my throat
or a slick
STAB
in the back;
Dear April-man,
Do you know
Why
April is the cruelest month?
I do.
Because it is when you took me
In your arms
In your bed
And I let you.
I let you.
I'm writing for money,
Normally you wouldn't say that to start,
but it's true honey,
And I'm off to a good start.
See, I just broke a rule of rhyming,
Dear my grandparents,
Hi, how’s it been
It’s been awhile since we spoke
But hey that’s not my discipline
Your the ones who decided to disown me
The tender gift of your gentle lips
graced my chilled, red cheeks
for the first time
The gift of your tenderness
gives me reason
Perhaps you are reading this and my eyes are still closed.
Perhaps you will reach for my hand and it won't be warm anymore.
Do not mourn for me, do not cry.
Humanity's mark of mortality,
Of fire-forged corporeal creation,
Doth hold prisoner my mentality -
Sweet memory sustenance citation.
A throbbing heart wails "no! no no! no no!"
Dear Self Psyche,
It's all out there.
There are no hidden curves or secrets behind corners.
You have leveled the ground.
The cracks and potholes may have been put there from your doing,
Dear me, You’ll regret this you know.Letting time slip by;it’ll pass in a flash.You’re leaving soon. You’ll hate this you know.All these hours you workfor a chance at more school.You’ll be there soon. You’ll doubt this you know.The path you have c
I love you.
Even though I could not touch you.
Even though I could not see you.
Even though I could not hug you.
I love you
Even though I could not name you.
Even though I could not sing to you.
Dear Andrew,
As I walk down the crowded halls, I feel your eyes burning into me.
But I turn my gaze away from yours so easily.
My mother is a woman like no other.
Dear mom,
What can I do? Now that the demon some called internal poisoning,
Took you,
Threw you,
And rotted your innards away,
What can I say?
While your sleeping, the world is weeping
Dear New Life,
Where do I begin
I came to you and you saved me from a world full of sin
Before you called me, the devil was playing with my sight
Now everywhere I go, I seem to shine my light
Dear Mr. Great,
I have given you this name for a reason.
At first you disliked it, but I know you felt humbled under the title.
When I speak those two words, my heart becomes idle;
Dear mind,
I’m sorry I’ve tried to keep you caged.
Trapped in those endless thoughts.
Negativity and pain.
I’m sorry I put you through this.
Dear Mr. Fitzgerald,
Your story The Great Gatsby is a novel I admire greatly.
And ever since I read it, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that you’ve got it all wrong.
Dear Nora,
My best friend,
I’ve never let you know,
But you are my best friend.
I’m too afraid to say it out loud,
Though it probably has slipped;
Hi. I know this may not come as a surprise to you but...
You look a lot like my dad.
Age 7
Ha! You look like you could be my dad.
10
Constantly rebeling thinking I'm not yours
Dear, Lady Who Told Me to "Get it Together"
Nobody tells you how sharp it feels,
like a chord
snapping and curling up on the e-string of a violin,
how it means walking on the eggshells
Dear, Lady Who Told Me to "Get it Together"
Nobody tells you how sharp it feels,
like a chord
snapping and curling up on the e-string of a violin,
how it means walking on the eggshells
Dear Future,
As I look onto you, fear installs
It often fills my eyelids
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll fall
You’re the only one that can lift it
The empty shell I call a body
Dear God,
Why?
Why do we hurt the ones we love the most?
Why is there pain, fear, loss, greed, malice, bitterness, anger, and selfishness in the world and in my own life?
my tongue was blue until you found me,
I was wasting my days with dirt on my face ,
blind from it all , the world became my personal space
Dear Mr. Butterfly,
I would always be the stranger you'd never know
With the hue of your eyes, I started to fall
Perhaps the fault of cupid's bow and arrow
I was shot and you were chosen amongst all
Dear me, aged 12,
When you are aged eighteen
So much will have changed
When you are aged eighteen
Fear will no longer keep you chained
Mom-
I know I haven’t been the best to you:
I’ve made you sad,
I’ve made you cry,
I’ve made you mad,
I’ve been so self-absorbed,
Dear Past Self,
How many words I wish I could say...
So many things I wish I could let you know.
I know its too late now, but I just want to make sure...
that you know you'll be alright in the future ahead.
Life is an adventure. An adventure that will continue on whether you take the reins or not. You will experience ups and downs.On this adventure you will get moments where laughter turns to painful sides aches and tender cheeks.
Dear Pain,
There are things that need to be said
but the words always seem to run
There are actions that ought to be taken
but the rhythm seems undone
The tears appears all dried up
Dear Future me,
My life in 2017 was a victory.
I started January on recovery from a mental facility
and I took meds that made me feel better, but I wanted to be free.
Dear Nathan,
How are you able to plunge deeper into my viscera
when your physical presence left years ago?
Invisible knives pierce my innards
and yet I continue.
Tiny little feet,
A gorgeous wide-eyed smile,
And 10 little fingers
Tip-toe into life.
We prepared,
Our home opened for another,
Our hearts warmed for a girl.
Dear Mom,
Thank you
Thank you for being there through all the hard times
Thank you for singing me to sleep and reading me stories
Dear citizens,
My heart swells with pride hearing the “National Anthem.”
Living in a country without freedom is something I cannot fathom.
Dear Daddy,When will you be home?These walls, they feel so emptyIn my house, I feel so alone.Here, my sadness drenches me;It’s been a year of intense growthWhile I learn to live without you.But this numbness is in my toes-This emptiness, I wish yo
Dear Life,
There's been ups, and there's been downs.
There's been smiles and there's been frowns.
But through it all, I will never worry.
I am headed to where I am meant to be.
Seeing your letters after long day’s toil, like flowers with warm ethereal glow grounded solitarily in iced soil Comfort and warmth upon me they’d bestow I held your promise so close to my heart
To a boyfriend from long ago:
Looking back on things, you were foul
You spouted lies,
Painted false pictures with black and white
when you knew I preferred color.
Last year I may have been rude,
you could even say crude.
Looking back now as time has passed,
I cannot confess how much has changed so fast.
From what I do now,
to whom I became,
I had no reason to inquire
The book that would so inspire
A normal day to school we went
Alarm clocks rang, by parents sent
My shoulder prodded by the backpack strap
When you sat upon an old friend's lap.
The world today is at war.
People screaming for more-
More peace, more love,
more reaching for the stars above.
No more war, no more lies,
no more spit in our people's eyes.
dear heart,
I’m sorry I left you unprotected
I thought when I surrendered,
I allowed you to be safer
handing you to a pair of hands too rough
i should’ve realized that would never work.
Oh how you have blossomed.
From the petite bud you were
to a beautiful garden of daisy's.
It was just a two years ago I saw what you were.
A dying bud who didn't strive to live.
To thee:
Dearest Galileah,
Beautiful newborn girl--birthed as scorpio--racially ambiguous and tiny baby.
Though alien-like you were, you are starting to slowly form the way your cousin did.
To the woman who ties her long, golden hair back with a floral bandana
Oh, how your silly little smile and southern impersonations have made me feel
We tear this world apart piece by piece
crushing the trees, tainting the water, claiming it all as our own
we can only hope, I can only hope
we open our eyes to the destruction we cause
A letter to my more than a friend,
but less than a lover:
Oh, how I wish you had said yes,
When I asked for you to come inside.
Dear Hunter,
The name of the person who had used the computer before me,
Had been Hunter McDonald.
There I was in the computer lab,
Sitting in front of my assigned computer,
Dear parents,
I want to exaplain myself the best way I can,
but most of the time I don't have a plan.
I want to succeed, you see,
when they tell me I can't.
Is it possible to defy the odds,
Pool Boy,
You were just a boy, sixteen years young - (blank) neighbor.
(Blank) demons derive from our paths crossing
when (Blank) was 4.
The day was hot, wearing nothing but the trainning bra and
To my future daughter,
I had hope to never have you,
but don't think of yourself as unloved or unwanted,
rather you are my miracle, my salvation.
To: The Butterfly
To Be Opened: When It Has Become an Autobiography
Dear Butterfly,
I have an image of the woman I hope to become
I am not her yet
When I drop you off,
I don't drive away,
until you are behind the door,
home and safe,
Because I love you.
The first time you found me,
I was a little girl.
You told me I could trust you
and then you turned around and ruined me.
Love at first sight is an amazing thing...
It's the type of feeling that makes you smile and your heart sing...
A special connection with family, friends and a lover...
Ask me why I love you,
And I shall tell you what I love most about you.
No lies spill passed my parted lips,
Only truths that swell from my heart and fall out my mouth.
Ask me what makes our love healthy,
Deep within the abyss of my mind
lies the ruins of my thoughts
They once stood tall and undefeated
by the feelings that they fought
A mom, not just a mother.
She wakes me up in the morning with breakfast.
She tells me about my undying potential.
She shows me how to be a powerful woman.
All because
She loves me.
Do it now
say what?
You wanna show you love me
that is what he said
but love does not have to be physical
that is what I thought
love is an emotion
not a caress on the shoulder
From island to desert
Memories are key
Eyes don’t scream greed
I trust they don’t make a fool of me
In distance I see
I am told you are the one,Always reminded of how lucky I am.You give every thought to me,Any doubts are nonexistent. Enthralled is one word to describeWhen I look at you.Every since our eyes first met,You captured me. I gave you my heartAnd you t
Because I love you, every time a tear wets those adorable cheeks of yours, I will be there to wipe them away
Because I love you, your problems become my problems, and we will fight them side by side
Because I love you,
Your privacy is yours to keep
Your friends and your mind too
In sickness and in health I’ll stay
and never make you weep
Sharing giggles, locked eyes, silly faces,
Midnight phonecalls, dreaming of futures.
Arcades, Sci fi movies, Civilization matches.
He introduces Legend of Zelda.
Love is pain. I am talking real life physical pain. Pain that you and only have your partner to blame.
That laugh so hard deep down in your stomach strain. That smile for so long your cheeks hurt pain.
You picked me up when she turned sour
Your sweet friendship was the candy we consumed on Halloween
Not given, but chosen and cherished
We're like the same person
Like two people in a crowd
I'll stay awhile
To see your shining smile.
Lip caught in your teeth,
Smudging the paper to magically
Make a figure emerge.
Breathing life with your pencil with
The blood sneakily tinting
Love
Simply a four lettered word,
But much more meaningful than one will ever know
Love is strong
Love is compassionate
Love is powerful
Love is communication
Love is loyality
I am a dandelion
Wild and free
Not to be noticed upon first glance;
It seems I lack the chance
To belong in a boquet
They look on in disgust
With selfish and hating eyes
Because I love you,
Hate is a disease; no one is ever born to hate, hate is taught.
Because I love you,
Insecurity is a worst excuse; insecurity is unloved.
Because I love you,
There are things I could do better
but I do hope you know how much I love, need, and appriciate you.
Our good life is all thanks to the things you do
We have many years ahead
Because I love you, you always listen to me.
Because I love you, you taught me how to see.
Because I love you, you taught me how to trust.
Because I love you, it is not lust.
I only have $10 in my pocket, but you can have it.
It's my last $10, but nothing in the world would make me happier than giving it to you.
I see that you're shivering, you can wear my jacket.
And it was at that moment, that exact moment, I wish I had not married you. I would have never married you. If only I knew. If only I knew that you listened to every little word that came out of my mouth with your undivided attention.
Forcing me to fit into your mold is not why I loved YOU
Because I loved YOU I tried to understand why you treated me so bad
YOUR flaws I lived with because I loved YOU
I now drifted because I love YOU
Tongue-tied
Mouth so dry
No words can be made
The gentle hands
That held me down
The gentle eyes that
hands that connect under a kitchen table over morning coffee and bagels
hands that slip under jacket folds in the crisp winter
hands that fumble together during the darkest point of the night
I want a fanfiction romance,
The kind of story that I'd write,
The kind where I meet "the One"
At a party some night.
Love is a raw word.
A word that is exposed and a word that is rough,
Open and whole in a way that other words just can’t quite touch.
There are many ways the word can be filled out, marred, and stuffed.
Will you be by my side until the end?
My mind is trapped inside a hidden box
If you were here to make me apprehend
The crosswalks in my life are a paradox
He called me Baby,
said that I was beautiful.
That I was smart.
strong.
That he loved me.
So I was in love,
I no longer think that a relationship is good
I no longer see marriage as my goal
I no can no longer want love in my life
Thanks Dad.
I thought you guys had a fantastic relationship
First steps, toddling as you go,
I will tell you no.
Laughing, playing, watching you grow,
I will tell you no.
Friends, parties, a first date with a beau,
I will tell you no.
I left when you stopped smiling.
When your frown was more permanent than your smile lines.
Your hand was limp in mine
and I knew that a false love would not be enough to bring life back into your heart, into our love.
Because I’ve learned to love you, I’ve learned to love myself.
No longer am I empty, like a forgotten dime-store shelf.
Because you let me love you, I’ve learned what love should be.
I know you don’t even exist yet, however I love you so much
I cannot wait to bring you into this world
I will cherish every moment with you
I will always be there for you
I will raise you to be the best you
You minipulate me
made your aesthetic to be that of a devil's
I guess its my fault
Ive always been known to be a devil's advocate
You say you love me
Two hands lift me up, a smile blinds me
nonsensical whispers and laughter
this is a hearth, my fire
Dancing fingers, dancing eyes
the clutch of protection
Love is wrapped up in all the little things.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Wear your seatbelt."
"Are you okay?"
Love is wrapped up in all the big things.
"You look beautiful."
"I'm here if you want to talk."
You told me you loved me
Ain’t hear that in a while
i’m just so used to broken heart aches
and wearing a mask over my smile
Don’t tell me that you love me
and 5 minutes later you’re someone new
Because you love me
You would answer every shaky breath of mine with "are you okay?"
Because I love you
I kissed away your tears and held you so tightly
Because you love me
Because I love you I wait
For you to clock out
Because I love you
I wash the dishes at work
Because I love you
I take forever to roll my silverware
Because I love you
I know listening is just as important as speaking
What make you mad, what you value, what makes you happy
I'm not perfect but I try my best because I love you.
thats loveA deep inhale with the slightest touch giving an exhilarating rushthat melodious laugh that smoothes the soul.
What’s Love
Love is when someone drops everything for you
Love is when someone would do anything for you
Love is something you can see in another’s eyes
Because I loved you
I ignored all the red flags
I let you hide me
I forgave your infidelity
I did not care when you did not care about me
I was empty trying to fill you because only you mattered
I stuck with you because you make me feel safe,
For that hug of yours feels like home
Where I will never be alone.
Dear Love, I have only one request for you
And that is,
When we're togehter,
You let me be myself.
When we're together,
You don't "jokingly" call others faggot.
Because I love you, I bring you into my life
Because I love you, I let you meet my family and friends
Because I love you, we get an apartment together
The fighting and lying is left in your past,
And you wake up to something that lasts,
Each day reminds you,
Of the self you withdrew,
Dancin' into a beautiful goodmornin',
and playin' to a beautiful goodnight.
The passion is like no other
A fire of pure delight.
Sharin' from the weakest of detail
To the diary of a your universe.
Because you love me, you will be trustworthy and I will be the same Don't kiss my neck, whispering how much you love me if you are texting her when I'm gone I am not to be treated as though I am a piece in your chess game I am more than pawn Becau
A shattered heart,
Torn apart.
You broke me with such ease,
Knocked me down on my knees.
Despite who you are, I love you.
Despite where you came from, I love you.
Despite your age,
Despite what you are,
Despite your size, I love you.
Despite your looks, I love you.
Breaking through the confines of my mind, back to reality,
It is apparent that I am still sitting in the back of this
A healthy relationship is communicating with your significant other . its staying loyal to them and not betraying their trust giving your all to them no matter what the situation.
Possibly honest, honestly
How can I love you if I don’t trust you?
Untrue words make for great swords.
Because I love you,
We should agree on what matters,
And not care about our ideas,
On kings and mad hatters.
Because I love you,
We should speak with grace,
And not yell at each other,
This little cabin and your long nose make me feel at home
Among the crumbling beams, white but blue.
On this chair lies the greycoat, forgotten like the red before him,
Text me when you get home safe
(because I love you)
You know you can talk to me about anything
(because I love you)
I heard this and thought of you, so I had to share
a time when things were bleak,
when they sky was grayer,
and the sun more dim.
a time when you were drowning
and a time where i was lost
Real love is gained through actions and not words.
Love is not about someone's physical being.
It's a deep understanding of the mind and soul that can be blurred.
It's a force beyond what you are seeing.
Many have heard of the song that says "living young,wild, and free"
but on this day " living young,broke,and dumb" is on what i'll speak
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The ground beneath my feet is firm,yet I can spread and curl my toesin the forgiving soil of his support.
Love is holding your heart in the palm of my hand
And you holding mine in yours
It’s the thought that we could easily crush each other
But the belief that we won’t
In naive youth and innocence, I loved.
My affection for those around ran true,
Although the deepest emotions were gloved,
Only to be found the day I met you.
Once upon a starry night
Still is dark but seems so bright
The way the world just disappears
Into your eyes into your fears
Maleficent towered
and sweared she'd devour
Aurora with relative ease.
Our hero, empowered,
thought ‘This is the last hour
Maleficent ever sees.’
I sit in my dark mysterious cave, my crystal ball illuminates my face while I watch her explore the darkness of the sea, a beautiful and curious young girl. I keep an ear out for Triton, her father and my ex who banished me to this cave.
Cinderella dressed in blue
Went to a club to go find a boo
Her feet were killing her
So she took off her shoes
She moved her hips to the catchy tunes
She was drinking way too much
There was once a Little Match Girl,
Who sat upon the street
And sold her wooden merchandise
To buy some food to eat.
Now, this Little Match Girl
Before you read this, know one thing; I was not myself when I wrote this, and I am not one to write so negatively.
Sitting in my castle, the cold air blows
It is not a hassle, still it does not grow
Waiting for years to hear through my ear
A footstep by man who has no fear
I welcome him with golden orbs of light
Once upon a time, there was a wolf, tall and kind
Wanting to make things right, he made up his mind
He set off with fruits and veggies, favorites of the pigs
The first he saw, house of straw, smoking from a cig
Grandmother dearest,
Do you remember when mother died?
Your only daughter yet you never cried.
Tinker, Tinker Bell, oh I know you so well
You entice, you excite, but most importantly you're not very nice
I dare say this only to myself, or else I'll become very frail
You live for the attention, if I do so may mention
On C e upon a time
There was a g I rl who lived in a village with her step sisters.
Be Prepared for the Evil Lion King
The Return of Scar
They thought that I was dead....
No chance, no way
I won't say I'm in love
But not because I don't want to
Rather
How would I know?
A damsel in distress?
Can't relate
Fending for myself
I put on these slippers
And mice built me a gown.
I went to the gates
And a horse kicked a pumpkin into a carriage.
I locked eyes with a man
And a prince made me his bride,
and yet,
Long ago there was a boy
Who had outgrown nearly every toy
His parent's thought him ungrateful
But rather he had become hateful
One day he decided to play a prank
On the townspeople who had no clue
A young princess resided in a castle in FranceShe was pompous, narcissistic and arrogant. The princess was selfish and only cared about herselfBut her life changed forever with a visit from a stranger. One rainy night, an old man came upon her ca
"I love you," he said.
He did not.
"I love you," she said.
She did not.
However, all was not for naught,For both received what they sought.
In her rebel years a young girl was sent
to drop some medicine to her grandmother's neighborhood.
But her GPS took her into a jungle of wood.
She found a cabin that was shaped like a tent.
Once upon a time in Wonderland,
a kingdom north called Iridia stood tall.
The happy rulers gave birth to a girl-
who's beauty grew to stand above all.
Her name was Princess Katherine
When Father wished them dead,
it was an accident, and he was left with
Me, instead.
Bitter, lonely, servants of Death,
my seven brothers killed warriors and heroes, so my village sent
Me, instead.
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds
The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
once upon a time,
an old woman with wrinkled hands held out an apple.
“try it. take a bite.”
snow white smiled, shook her head. she pushed the apple away.
Once upon a time, in the hills of the country far away, there lived three little pigs. These pigs spent most of their days taking care of their home made out of straw, and the land around them.
she was looking for
in spare parts or corners
not change; but something to put in her pocket
that would grow warm over night
pressed against her skin
something very little
Your talk
Your words
Your stories
Are they fake?
Do you wish to pretend?
Imagination suits you but
do you suit it?
Snake-like lies
Whispers in ears
Rumors on lips
The classic fairy tale of Princess Aurora is known by all
How she pricked her finger and had a tragic fall
Into a slumber so deep and so long
That only true love's kiss could correct the wrong
What if the princess who lost her golden ball
had a dream that would warn her about the nasty frog.
It would save her from marrying a perfect stranger.
So the day the princess went into the wood
With the slightest stroke of serendipity,
My passage to a happy ending was
Opened.
And yet we started as
The most improbable pair.
Everyday. Day and Night.
Trying to reach my dream,
Come little Red whispered a soothing voice
Come here to me, I will show you the path
Come little Red it's time to make the choice
Come here to me and not face grandma's wrath
Once upon a time I was living in fear,
All alone, not one prince was near.
I went on an adventure and met a male,
He was a prince, and that's my fairytale.
Once upon a time
deep under the sea
lived Arie and his mer family
Arie was to be the next sea king
Stumbled upon an old book of law
he spent his days wanting more of something
Down the hole I go
Swirling back into a rut.
I fight my own mind as I bring the bottle to my lips
As the liquid stings down my throat I collapse.
9 to 5 just to stay alive ,
a Queen Bee in a hive of one,
palms calloused from wear, sweat gels down hair,
tear ducts dried from the Louisana sun.
Dreams larger than life,
Classic fairy tales
Are always about the details
That go on before the end
They start off with a girl
Everyone says Aladdin is my hero,
which is true, but let me tell you another
lingo.
I saved Aladdin
Yes me- Jasmine.
I helped Aladdin get off the streets
Yes me- Jasmine.
20 mattresses,20 down beds,1 pea,And a princess (me).
A pea is nothing.But when you are sinking into feathersand are pressed to the ceiling-That is when your sleep is uncomfortable feeling.
Once upon a time, heard of it? ofcourse you have; as your parents tuck you in at night starting off with the same phrase over and over again.
This lady's grief was not known, but set aside as a rumor.
A maiden who longed to curse herself to a long and foreboding slumber.
The nemesis is infamous, but what she did was requested,
Everyone knows the classic story of
Cinderella, but what if there’s a twist.
After the ball she is not deep in love.
The prince does not chase her into the mist.
once upon a time, a time in the distant.
a time for the future.
a time too far out of reach for the princess of today.
we are the the warriors, the godesses.
the nuturers,
the consultants,
She always looked to the surface to see boats pass by.
She claimed her love for humans is mere curiosity,
Her father knew that this was an obsession.
He warned her to never go to the surface,
Snow White must of been on crack,
To be at the arms of a stranger and take that fruity snack
In those shoes, how could Cinderella even walk?
once apon a time
a girl as white as snow
a girl with a beautiful glow
once apon a time
a girl with hair as dark as night
a girl who faced a terrible fright
once apon a time
The boy flies without a care,
forgetful of a future he once knew
yet now, he chooses to live unaware.
Wish as I could to change his fate,
for if he continues this way
We came to this new world scared,
we came in the cold of night
lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints
on every soil and water way
When you hear the word
NORMAL
You think
Of the common man or woman
You think
Of nothing special
Just plain, the "Average Joe"
Her smile shines like the bright sun
Teacher's plush pink lips
Move fluently as she speaks to us
"How about we play a game, class?"
My face lights up
I love teacher's games!
Your dominance in the world sphere
Creates international rife and fear.
We see ourselves as peacemakers
"Countering terrorism" with bombs and war.
There are ice cold politicians leading the front
The middle of class,
We flip a coin,
The debate begins when,
It lands on its side and hear,
How if it landed on heads,
The world would end,
Then the same for tails,
We stand up in our highchool classes
Unaware of what's going to happen in the next few months
Oblivious to any sort of patterns we share
To other propaganda techniques
My class raises their hand to their heart
"Columbus sailed the ocean blue, in 1692"
to discover a land as great as you.
I know you have a history of slavery, and evilness,
but eventually life became a bliss.
People of many culture and places
My fingertips strain, lift the window edges;
I peer beyond the roses, past the hedges:
I see America.
Liberty is ghostly white, she bleeds red, she cries blue.
Millions of souls with none to look to-
Learning as a hobby,
a thing of the past.
Memroizing for a grade,
the only way to a future.
America, land of the free.
America, home of the brave.
America, home of the immigrant.
Change is seen as scary, terrifying,
My Friends, Sam is at his greatest hour of need. / For our dearest Uncle's prosperity we must reaveFrom those who would threaten it. / Courageous Soldiers quiver under bedsheets, neglected.
America. She used to belong to everyone and she was okay with it. Rumor has it that an Englishman found her & sold her some dreams.
If any child goes to bed hungry
We can do better,
If our veterans live on the streets,
We can do better,
If our sick die without proper care,
We can do better,
If America was great
We wouldn't close up all our gates
because that walls not meant for peace
the foundations full of fear and hate
the world can't relate
they look at us with disgrace
it's 2017
Oh Josè Can't you seeGet up at dawn for a pennyThat you'll get after a long days workTo be sent back to your country when strawberry season is over• We proudly hail at the KardashiansAnd not our low self esteem youth• Whose broads from Atlanta and
For all the lives lost and the wars won you would think America would stand by its national anthem where we are all equal.
Mother America
I am did feed thy milketh
Her breasts were consumed with youth.
A preliminary smile that inspired a nation yet to be conceived.
America, oh America,
Great? Is that the word to describe you?
Freedom you boast, but rights you deny.
Equality you promise, but racism rampant in your borders runs.
America the free, America the brave
America where I am looked down upon for the cadence of my name
America where my people are slaughtered in the streets
America where murderers with a badge walk free
America the Great is a place
Said to be the greatest space
For values idealized by our forefathers.
Values such as speech and the individual
Once the land of the free
Now all we can see
Are unwanted walls and pipelines.
Register here
Come with me and see,
the lovers by the sea.
They are holding hands,
and make wedding plans.
I hope they stay together,
Do I need to speak a truth
that resonates as deep as my skin is brown?
Not caramel
not a hint of creme,
like buying a frappuccino
Only to pretend its contents aren't rich.
You might not care at all and turn a blind eye
To the issue of the North Dakota pipeline
But this is important, let me tell you why
We owe this country everything that we are in.
But is America great or do we lounge in sin?
The rich and powerful exclude us from their covenant.
Half of the people don't even trust their own government.
He arises from what could potentially be his muddy grave, knowing it has already consumed many greater than he.
He asks himself what he has done to be spared from the bombs bursting in air. Luck, supposedly?
People come to America in search of opportunity
Freedom
Independence
Wouldn't it be tragic if that wasn't true for everybody?
O’ America what was your name before they stripped you of your identity?
How does it feel with all that blood within your soil?
Does it displease you that people have ruined your good name?
America the great,how is something so "great"something I hate.
I am an introvert
No I’m not a creepy psychopath
Who watches people from my upstairs bedroom window
I attend events
Sometimes
France hates us.
The world laughs at us.
We are slobs.
We are free.
We are generous.
We are beautiful.
Waving flag; Burning flag
Freedom
Equality
Justice
For all
Let your voice be heard
Protest
Disobey
Eyes are powerful.
Have you ever seen a pair of eyes
Which do not hold a story?
To tell a story is to experience.
America, so beautiful
How proud our people sing
Of hope and opportunity
How sweet freedom rings
I am proud of America.
I am proud to live in a land of rights for all.
I am proud to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.
America, you of which I do dream
Every wonderful road, or each steel beam
The home of the brave, the land of the free
Why does your gaze never pass over me
forgotten, alone, almost derelict.
A child of an immigrant knows stength,
We see it every day in their eyes.
A child of an immigrant understands courage,
We wouldn't be here without it.
A child of an immigrant is proud,
A stranger in the eyes of a child damned to live in a country of wickedness,
How ironic the place of freedom is the most bound place on earth.
A solid chained weight on our ankles corroded in sinfulness,
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a discouraging word <br>and the skies are not cloudy all day <br><br>america, land of true libert
Thousands of faces
the smog blurs
empty stomachs moan
which soot coated hands cover
I'm laying on broken concrete
staring at the starless sky
they cover my ears so I don't hear their cries
Tattered veterans yet wave “Work 4 Food” signs.Temporary flagpoles unto themselves.Whilst banners to our double-standardsProudly displayed on speeding limousinesThat always cross the line.
You are asking me, if America is great as is?
Why not take a look around and see for yourself.
See for yourself the violence,
the death, the shootings,
the killings, and the protestings.
Today in the world,
People are obsessed with diamonds and gold.
Children forced to sit still,
Forced to bend to their parents will.
America now
Sees mental illness
As something taboo to talk about
Outside of a hospital,
As something to suppress so long as I get that ‘A’,
As something not legitimate next to a broken leg,
America wasn't great?
Im sorry, didn't know.
We aren't truly free?
Is that an actual fact?
I didn't even know.
I Couldnt see.
Cause I knew from the start,
America wasn't made for me.
Religious freedom you ask?
You must've heard it from the settlers.
Who dares question my right to believe?
We must've fought for our freedom not yours.
I am a prouduct of immigrants.
America can not be described in words
only people
in America every mind is beautiful
every heart is open
every voice is heard
equality is abundant
there is a home for the homeless
in my america, i’ve found that
there’s a darkness in it.
it’s grown darker these past few months;
it’s breaking apart at the seams
"Make America Great Again"
For who?
The rich, white, Christian men?
The promise that made some cheer and others fear,
for they knew their lives could be left in the hands of someone who didn't care.
Every year it happens.
The same cycle. Show up, sit down, go home.
Twelve years of repeating the same process so many
Take for granted and resent. I never saw it that way. I took
The cancer grows as the atmosphere degrades around our mind,
The influence of arguments and laten nights feeds it,
Its eternal host the meek and tis not kind,
Dark and lonely are the trees,Ugly brambles amongst the weeds.Tiring whispers of the past,Can’t see the forest for the trees.Mists sheltering quiet songs,A white that creeps along the ground,
A beginning.
New life, bright lights.
Tiny fingers, tiny toes.
A brand new life, a newfound cry,
I hold you close. I watch you grow.
You are my flower, my favorite joy.
This past year
I have discovered many secrets and talents within me.
It would be incredible to share.
I am a bright child, I have swallowed the sun, so please be aware.
This past year
The only legend I have ever loved is
The story of greed and a grateful sparrow.
A man was honest
His wife was full of greed
He found a sparrow hurt and scared,
I'm awake now,
for so long I was asleep
lying still
wrapped in my youthful keep
My sleepy eyes take a peak
and look around in fear
yet my body feels too weak
January was cold.
Weather has never bothered me,
Nor have I worried about freezing,
But I could tell, there was ice somewhere,
Capable of freezing me to the bone in seconds.
I am depressed. I am depressed
I am D E P R E S S E D.
I wear it like a badge upon my chest that
defines me!
Intro;
Okay
You are not good enough.
That is what I said.
sorry
I know this isn’t the funniest topic for a poem and I know it’s not what you want to hear before having to writeand put yourself out there
Burning.
Burning right down to the lungs,
right through every muscle,
every fiber,
every cell.
Road Blocks!
Oh, how I hated road blocks
There will always be road blocks I've come to understand
2016 was a year of challenges
Road blocks are changes for you to overcome
Thats what 2016 meant to me
Last year was the first year I could drive
Now I can go and see concerts live
Just me and my bro finding our jive
If I were to rate my the car i'd give it a five
Last year was the first year I could drive
Who I was is not who I am now, I remember starting my senior year in high school ready to get out of that circus show. They use to call me him use to call me someone I am no longer, I buried him among my insides to make everyone happy.
Who I was is not who I am now, I remember starting my senior year in high school ready to get out of that circus show. They use to call me him use to call me someone I am no longer, I buried him among my insides to make everyone happy.
You ever watch Donnie Darko?
That scene about the spectrum:
Between two bounds, the heart goes—
The emotings of fear and love.
I felt so sure about it before;
That love existed, and surely it does.
starting out
i knew the potential the year could have
i felt like a captain on a wooden ship
hands on the wheel, eyes staring straight ahead
Not long ago we were friends,
But now I need to send you to the ground.
The bitter anguish that swallows my soul,
This whole year is all a giant blur to me.
Ask me about specific happenings,
And I'll recount them to you faithfully.
While not all bad, 'Sixteen was saddening.
I lose my first grandparent April past,
Before us, it was me.
A hollow house stood on top of riches wider than the eye could see;
Nothing would stop me from knocking on the door of the bourgeoisie.
The thought of experiencing poverty was frightening,
I felt so small, so unwanted, so alone
It was supposed to be everlasting love from the start
Your affection was the only thing I wanted to own
The sadness consumed my mind, my body, my heart
A great amount of strife
Went on in my life
In the months of last year
I shed many a tear
Whether it was college desicions
My still developing skills and their lack of precision
I'm still me, but I'm not the same.
My hair is shorter, my spirit bolder.
I say I'm still me and in a way it is true.
But that doesnt mean,
That it's the "me" that you knew.
It was the Winter of my being
But outside I felt the heat.
A lot of people I am seeing
That I’m not pleased to meet.
The Loss of a friend is a difficult battle
The Ride with me on a single saddle
Was there to introduce me as a senior
The World Is Falling Apart.
So how do we startto answer the questions we ask in the dark?
Who Matters?What Matters?
When I drink you can't call me an alcoholic because I know you're just doing it because I'm Polish and it doesn't matter if I drink one bottle or two or five or twelve or if I really am an alcoholic none of it matters because it's just that I am P
2016.
The year I graduated Highschool.
The year I start college.
2016 was going to be my year.
Oh how life decides to shake things up
I went to get help in the summer of sixteen
Hard work a discipline
Working towards a goal.
State shoots January through July
For the world championships on August.
Friends and family supporting me,
Sponsorships and grandma funding me.
A year can change you.
Remember but forget the past.
Make way for new experience.
Listen to opinions but form your own.
Moderate your thoughts,
but everything in moderation.
My Growth Series
Kayla Kinsler- Commitment
I’m afraid of commitment
Can’t cope with restrictions
I want you with me
But on no serious business
I’m not trying to play games
I had a roof over my head
A full belly every night
And material riches beyond desire
Yet there was war within me
I couldn’t explain it
I just felt alone, with no one to trust
Im not really known
but your gonna know a bit about my life,
some struggles and some pains,
the things I had to fight .
Im not here to complain,
im only here to explain,
Suicide, cutting, and isolation
Three things that filled my life up to 2015
I am not the "me" I was before
The younger girl that everyone would ignore
I became a social butterfly
I saw fateful stars,
Not twinkling with lullaby dust,
But searing, scorching, bright
with meteoric impact.
I stumbled into black,
a murky, messy plight
of blurry edges, hollow words.
A red couch with baked-in trivets.
The big black weary vagabond
lands breathlessly, unknowingly
awaiting its fated execution.
The green papered ax falls.
A silence echoes, which fades
Golden lines flash across a dreaming,
sun speckled face. A child presses
his nose against the vibrating glass
of the moving train. The harassing
authority figure sternly reprimands
The sun kisses the earth to bed.
Fireflies dance to a silent song
and the wind, their swift lover,
caresses the earth.
An earthly possession
of expired, sun burnt leaves
Sister dearest who was swaddled in the same fleshy crib as I,
I am your fortified backbone when you
cannot carry your brittle burden
When you feel the pain of day to day life
It is my year. My year to be all that I can be.
This can be my year, for all eternity.
My year to be fruitful, my year to be loyal.
My year to make all my mistakes buried in soil.
–oh, I’m so sorry
It’s not like that, you see,
because when you traditionally think of people dying,
(especially the old, especially the sick)
When I was sixteen years damned
my youthful soul was froze over
my curtains were always drawn and
even my demons searched for cover.
I cared not for the future being,
the self I would become
A year is an illusion
Not tangible,not real, not alive
Yet it is the realest thing we have
Decade after decade, years progress
Never altered,never mended, never gone
This year has been a difficult one
Filled with sneers and words deadly as a gun
And who’da thought it’s all because of our election
Why do I get up?
It’s because I cannot stay down.
If the world is turning,
New possibilities arise.
If the world is turning,
Then the sun will go up
Colors are simple, as happiness should be.
I often find my myself drenched in multicolored lights,
Feeling bliss that is new and exciting, yet old and comforting.
I surround myself in varying colors.
Eyes Open.
Yawn. Strech. Groan. Stand.
Lights On. Pajamas Off. Dayclothes on. Eyebags Gone.
On With Makup. On With Shoes. On With Life.
Step. Step. Step.
Through The Front Door.
Senioritis has hit me hard
So I might as well be a bard
And explain to you why
I'm stressing.
I wanna be lazy
It must seem crazy
But senioritis makes my nerves fry
I'm stressing.
As a child, I endured extreme anxiety
once my adolescent body found itself
incarcerated by the unforgiving
darkness of the night.
Lay under the stars
Listen to music
Eat a few candy bars
Buy a bike and use it
Explore a new place
Read a good book
Make a silly face
Learn to cook
Drink a cup of coffee
I've told myself I should quit
when I see Senpai
and her friends
and their friends
I feel stabbed all over
but
when I come together with my true friends
when we strike sparks
Sometimes, you know the days,
You roll out of bed in a daze,
Even the usual mornin' coffee
Doesn't really touch the haze.
Getting to class, you feel good,
You forgot all the homework,
In the winter
When I'm down and want to feel better,
I call my friend Peter,
'Cause he's a great skater.
We walk to the rink
In the cold and snow.
We wish we had minks
I rise not for the sole purpose of
Having some place to be- which I do,
But rather, because I want to.
Every day is a new day.
This only means that the sorrows of yesterday are now in the past.
What bothered me then feels so close yet so far away.
The other side of my own door,
All with the rain's own sad downpour,
Standing are two with both feet sore,
Paitently wait forevermore.
The two remind me of a time,
When the sunshine was so sublime,
To live on
when I am gone
thoughts that were once in my head
may always be read
thoughts that were once in my head
live on when I am dead
to live on
when I am gone
Can we forget about yesterday?
Can we focus on tomorrow,
And put all our worried in the last day,
The last day we borrow,
From our God in heaven.
Can we?
Feels Good.
Gazing into the eyes of my lover
Ocean's heartbeat lulling me to sleep
Odd encounters ending in a smile
Drizzly skies and the smell of a book
Feels Good.
I’ve always feared being alone
Not the loneliness
Of being left home overnight
With the dog curled in your lap
Jumping at every small creak
The buzz of circular blades,
Cry of the time piece,
Voice of a feline,
And Mother’s melody
All pull me from slumber.
The smiles of peers,
We sailed to our own little island,
where the beaches were white,
and the stars lit up the night.
Where the rain was soft,
and we are the waves,
crashed upon the rocks.
I'm sinking
I've tried so hard to sail
My Ship
in your sea
But you've started up a storm
and my Ship
Just couldn't sail anymore.
Spare yourself a broken heart
by falling for a girl who is strong,
because I am weak
And sometimes my outlook on life is bleak.
I am sorry that I will never be enough
but spare yourself a broken heart
The Stars sit above our heads, as we sink intoour deep slumber,
while resting in the bed of your truck.
We think the same thought, as our minds become one.
A single thought that one day we will become a star.
Artist
lazy, artistic, nice and friendly.
love to draw, surf, and love the bay.
Believing in making an impact on the art world,
wanting the best waves on the west coast, buyers for my artwork, and to be remembered.
Get in the car, go for a drive
Cruise to the bakery, latte inside.
Look up cool poems, texting my love-
I swear, he's sweeter than Heaven above.
Go catch a flick, eat with my friends
I rise up with
The sun shining
Brightly on my
Face. It's all
Because of the
Man above. Feeling
Refreshed and ready
To jump for grace.
Say my morning
Prayers, because
Does he look at me with glowing eyes?
As my finger rushes the surface of his skin
He transforms my scattered thoughts into meaning
I gasp for air, but all the motions are beyond me
I choke, I try to speak...
When I was young, I built a house. Inside, I fashioned a kitchen with a corner cabinet and crawled inside amongst the dirty, rusty, moldy pans. The door closed.
Drafts 11 through 13:
The clicks of mechanical pencils
Punctuate the words wafting through the air
Intentional isolation
(alliteration, near rhyme)
I won't talk about who I amuntil the words are directed at no one,words shouted into air no one dare breathes. I am a good person,but that doesn't mean I am honest.
When I sit under this magnolia tree
the world around me vanishes
I am free
The God I serve is with me
Embracing me
Telling me followed his will
Poetry is not something to write an make up rhymes,
Then make up sentences using words up from your mind.
Poetry is a way of putting your thoughts an feelings together,
In a way that you can connect with one another.
There are so many meanings of poetry
Your definition can not be same as mine
It means telling a story
Because everyone has a story to tell
It means imagination
I.
The thin, paperback covers of the children's anthologies were cool to the touch
Under my fingers, still chubby and child-like.
They were pleasing to the eye,
Lined up so neatly on the shelf.
You were a child
who didn't belong in one place or the other.
How could you respond to the taunts that still haunt your deep thoughts?
Between the father that hurt you
and the mother that gave you up
Education is freeing of the mind,
giving sight to the eye,
leading to change.
Education is a breath of fresh air,
a thought of inspiration, a bridge
Poetry came to me
On the bitterest of midnights
When their was more black coffee running through my veins than red blood
And my mind wouldn't surrender to sleep
But morning was a long ways off
simple yet perplexing
difficult to procure yet comes with ease
borrow my sight for a second....
I'll borrow yours
ideas clashing, ideas intertwining
shackles broken, minds freed
a true menace to the tyrant
I am a semi-colon in the perfectly authoured novel of humanity.
Surrounded by perfect people, living perfect lives, never knowing strife.
In the arms of who they love, free to dream,
Colors flow around me
They are bright and vibrant
I see:
Reds
Firetrucks, blood, roses
Blues
Water, bluebells, skies
Anguish is plastered on her face
Like fragile, etched glass.
She smiles and pushes herself,
But is surrounded with frightful fragments
i never expected my life to be taken over by words rhymes stanzas i logged into the computer i typed my fingers dancing pressing buttons forming words rhymes stanzas endless metaphors for pain love tragedy my thoughts swimming in my blood pourin
Cluttered papers in a pile
containing heavy words and questions
so much to learn with a young brain
yet quite the wise perception.
I wonder how, at that age, I grew to be so glum
In mornings of old souls that spoke to young bold dreamers of the days when the sky fell on the lands that once believed in loveI listenedTo the children that used to play ku ku lamiya and ciyaarI witnessed
Pen hits paper
I can clearly remember
Seven years past
Focusing on the right track
Just ten years old
With a hopeful soul
Writing poetry became
Inept to me
The way it flows
Emily
She could not stop for Death
Neither could I
She could not let go
Neither could I
She tought me "be who I be"
I will be me
She told me "see what I see"
I see
Noise, noise, all of the noise
Yelling, screaming, yelling, screaming
It gets louder as it enters my head
Headaches, not only headaches,
Bruises, cuts, and scrapes too,
As inhalation occurs, your mind is scanning, panning, and planning
High pitch squeals and commotion amongst people occur
Your fingers itch and twitch and launch for your pocket
I see the world
From up a tree
What might this world
Be waiting for me
I wait to hear your wings
Fly through the wind
A man lie alone in bed, night after night, as death whispers in the ear to his right
An angel choir sings softly, in the ear to his left,
Until they fought in the middle because that's where they met.
A college education means sitting in class
taking your tests and trying to pass.
A college education means meeting new friends
hoping they'll like you, not to their own ends.
So hard to understand unless experienced.
Bond with others, from respect to care.
Escape and fight; from a past and for a future,
I have never known a man or woman,
Who had no words inside of them to say.
Some are too afraid to speak when they can,
For fear that if they do they’ll rue the day.
It started with that movie.
That one with Morgan Freeman.
As the opening credits rolled in,
that voice came into my ears.
Like soft grating gravel.
Invictus.
What once was a lovely rose
Beautiful full of warmth, love, color, and kindness
Now slowly wilts
What once was beautiful is now a gruesome beast
It's heart was once warm with love
It does not matter what they say
They say that your're crazy
But you know yure crazy beautiful
It does not matter what they say
they say yo're ugly
But you know they can't face the ugly truth
Bam!
I knocked you out
you hit the ground
I'm through messing around
playing these little games of yours
tired of you walking all over me like I'm nothing but dirt
I'm done getting hurt
In each of my hands
I balance the choice of right and wrong
In my heart
I hold my dreams for my future
In my mind
I keep my thoughts
With my eyes
I see the good and evil in this world
The written word never seemed meant for me.
Lines and dots were all I could see.
But then my Mother would read to me every night.
And soon I wanted to also read and write.
Books alone could open any door.
You sat there and said I was making up excuses to get away from you.You sat there and said I never wanted you.
Poetry...
I used to think of it as math.
Difficult. Different. Diffident was the attitude I took when asked to demonstrate.
It was a talent I commemorate for those that had it
It seems strange,
doesn't it,
To write about writing,
But I would believe it to be even more strange if no one ever did.
To me, writing seems to be much more than just,
Puting silly words onto a platform,
I love ice cream
Ice cream is my friend
It's always there me
when my day comes to an end
Sweet Ice cream
My tasty joy
I have nice dreams
of Ice cream with chips ahoy
if you asked me to say what poetry means to me
i could not write you a poem about it
for i write poems when i feel broken
or hopeful
i write poems to burn bridges
and build new ones
for myself
A number two pencil and a blank paper
sat on my desk.
My teacher, with gall,
said, " My poems are the best"
So I looked at her,
deep in her brown eyes, and wondered,
"Why is she telling us lies?"
Thou is a rose on summer’s day….
They told me there was no wrong way to interpret Shakespeare’s lines of poem
But can you believe I got an F in poetry?!
Perhaps you can.
When I'm told how deoxygenated blood Goes in through one side of our heartAnd out the other, carrying life through our veins and capillaries and to our organs
Take a look inside my soul
What will you find?
A passion for Art that lights up a room like early morning rays of sunlight
Love and Life that springs forth like a fountain
Would it be corny if i started with a Beatles quote?
“All You Need Is Love” fills me with so much hope
Because I’ve never been truly in love
So this idea sounds like a gift from up above
I can't live without my dad.
Yeah, so does seven billion other lads.
Some are mad or sad dads
But my dad is rad.
He's ideal as steel
But like me, we cried on the inside.
I am young, impulsive, wide-eyed, and green,
a sapling wondering which way to grow.
Still needing some support, somewhere to lean,
staked to stand tall when the strong winds do blow.
A song plays in my ear singing sweet notes
His lips part releasing a soft sweet hum
Callused hands strum chords which appear to float
And my heart harmonizes along with them
What’s the one thing I can’t live without,
If, on a sunny day, at the beach, and the waves are crashing, I find
Myself needing something worth needing, I might just scream and shout.
Is it a book? Perhaps, if Fate is kind.
Some say it would be a hell on Earth to live alone--
That life wouldn't be worth living if it was only a one man home.
Others say, "Oh, I couldn't live without this or without that,"
Victory is everything
The sweet taste of triumph
Cascading across your tongue
Giving you bliss
Fulfilment
Acceptance
On the shelf, it stoically sits,
patiently waiting for a stranger unknown,
to hear the stories of it.
Eager, the story teller speaks,
silently of the mind of a child,
to the strong and the meek.
My life, a boat.
The shore no longer comforting.
As the sun stings my naked back
My sweat stings my eyes.
Hunger drives me to devour and cough up
Sand
Sand that was once the beginning
Words that are translated from paper to song,
Melodies and beats that just play along,
In any language, to and fro,
Music is my world and that I know.
Pop in those headphones,
as the watercolor sun sets,
trees like black lace
against dimming satin sky
as the horizon fades
shadowed stars appearing
like exhalations
i feel You
and i know this
is how You love.
A world without color is a dreary world at best,
For I wouldn’t see the red dragons on Grandma’s vest,
I wouldn’t see the brown ochre of a bird’s new nest,
A thread is nothing without a needle
A moth is lost without light
A cookie will always be missing it's completing factor without that full glass of milk
And life seems small without my sister
No matter, What air I breathe or what sea I see
I will always need a companion with me
No matter, If where I stand is little town or city grand
I will always need someone at hand
Gimme a drink that's fresh and cold
Gimme a book that's long and interesting
Gimme music with an addictive beat
Gimme a blanket that's warm and soft
Gimme a videogame from my favorite series
Under the waters of the deep blue sea
I swam 'cross waters intrigued as can be
The waves agreed to show me around; tide in my fawn
I had time on my hands, for each day a new flavor
Quiet in the corner
The girl
Not me
But she could have been
So much more than she is now.
Quiet in the corner
The boy
Crying
Never listening
To what he has to say.
Frigid, icy shudders
Heart so close to dead
Yet with her hand my chest it beats
Warm skin against frostbitten lips
A summer kiss to dull my winter sorrow
Her laugh could make the flowers bloom and birds sing
Theres many things i want
Not many things i need
Need a necessity or obligation
Well we need water
We need oxygen
“Have you ever heard of the power of words?”
He sounds like some sort of Jehovah’s Witness, standing there on the sidewalk with his books hugged tight to his chest, staring at her with eyes so impossibly wide.
All I need is my mind,
And, in turn, my thoughts refined,
For as Descartes would have sworn,
That is all I truly own.
If I were gone and never found,
Or stranded somewhere underground,
I simply can't live to see another day,Without you, my friend, the world would be grey.You bring out the best of me, You help me escape and feel free.
What a stereotypical question
What is it you need to survive,
To thrive.
So many answers rush through my head,
but it all boils down to one all encomapssing word:
Love.
What is this pain, a growling monster deep within?
It bites and screams, making my vision spin
It yearns the light of day, it longs release
The more it fights, the less my stomach feels at ease
On an island far away
So, some music I will play
Six strings and my hands
Melody in the sands
Mood displayed in every note
Mental songs that I have wrote
Come alive with every strum
All the way back in the streets,
I was young,
She was a year older than me,
She is my sister,
I couldn't have survived without her,
Even though my mom worked hard as fuck and because of that she was gone,
I can't live without air.
Seriously.
That automatic pull that the lungs take,
that convert within themselves,
without us even thinking or knowing.
That creation of taking in and out what is around.
Applying for colleges gives me anxiety. All of the money it requires that I dont have for programs that I want to get into but can't without help. Mabye I should look for help a scholarship.
I didn't realize the innate desire for a friend
until I was without one. She appeared in my life
like an angel.
Everything I was not.
Cool, calm and collected as we tumbled through life.
All I need
is a hand to hold.
Teach me how to be bold
I do not need to be told,
I need to be shown
not by diagrams and charts
but by the careing of someones heart.
All I ever needed was you
All you had to do was tell me the truth
Instead of doing all of that you put me through
I was suppose to be someone you loved
But yet you placed someone else above me
What I require is
What most people desire
Not power or absolute control
But hope
That is all I need
I came into this world, not knowing much
As any child would as such
But there they stood, the duo strong
I'd rather call them Dad and Mom
Helped me take my first steps
Led me, helped me, no regrets
Stranded on a deserted island, with just one thing to bring
Stranded on a deserted island, with just one single thing
Some request their phones
Distract
without one, I
would be alone with my
thoughts- tearing my mind to
pieces.
If I was stranded on an island, all I need is the Holy Bible.
Just God's word, is all I need.
His advice, is all I need.
God's ways, is all I need.
To read how great he is, is all I need,
Just as there can be no light without darkness
and no joy without pain,
A life without death
would be a world drowned in vain.
For though death is painful
and too hard to swallow,
Determination, deprivation
I must persevere.
no food, no water,
Will I make it out of here?
Seems helpless, I'm breathless
deprived, and alone.
But if I don't help myself,
He grips my shoulder and tosses me into the closet, teasing
I hear his mocking laughs as his video game beckons
I sigh, take out my own Game Boy and play my game, button-squeezing
If I was stranded and had nothing, what would I need
Maybe materials for writing or maybe something to read
Or maybe I would just need a good friend
Someone that would stay with me until the end
Faced with the ultimate question,
If I were stranded,
All alone,
What would I bring
To make me feel at home?
The answer is difficult,
Not an easy task,
What would I do,
One person I could not live without would be my mother. I love her with all of my heart, there’s no way we could ever be apart.
My Pen
Effortless glide
Of black ink
Splattering the sheet like an enchanted paint brush
Light as a feather as it nestles in between my fingers
Words slipping out
Images spreading like wild fire
The waves form giant crushing fingers
The boat bows and dips with the swells
The rain and the winds seem to say "Give up"
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
What do I need? Someone to love,
Not a coat, shoe, or glove.
What I require, is to be human,
To laugh, to live, to be believed in.
It is difficult not to be
Thinking of an island with a single tree,
What I need are my dreams I have while awake.
My ambitions that keep me foing forward,
Doubt I always shake.
Growing and succeeding for those whom I care,
Becoming a better person, becoming more aware.
The one to hold me day and night
The one who brings me endless light
He keeps me safe and warm
He makes me know that I'm adored
My love is all I need.
The one who makes me giggle and snort
Laying alone on the gritty, ecru sand
the grains dance about your eyelashes, teasing
knowing you're envious of their dance partner.
The dunes sigh as the wind sifts through and carries
I feel you on my skin
Your sweet caress against my cheek
You who are as harmless as you are destructive
Wonderous and immortal you give me strength
Reflective as the water which you ripple through
Sentinel
Sentinel, thy life
conceals many another.
Those life, under both
unwavering light, revealed.
Though my words will be my living,
Though my books will be my bread,
I can lose all of these things
And still have everything I need.
Though my friends will be my buoys,
What could I not live without?Well that would be my faith,no doubt!When times get tough I stop and pray,He will listen and make me gay. Me and my daddy had a special bond,We spent most of our days fishing at the pond.Then he started leaving me to
What could I not live without?Well that would be my faith,no doubt!When times get tough I stop and pray,He will listen and make me gay. Me and my daddy had a special bond,We spent most of our days fishing at the pond.Then he started leaving me to
Most people say
what they need most
is their cellphone,
or their laptop.
But I never see people say
who they need most,
like their best friend,
or their mother.
When I cannot sleep at night and nothing feels right,
I look to you.
When you guide me on my way and protect me as I lay,
I will thank you
I suppose that all a person could ever really need on a deserted island is food, water, shelter, books. But what I need is something ordinary yet overlooked. The one thing I'd drag with me on a deserted island, the one thing I can't live without.
I'm addicted to Pepsi.
Something I seriously can’t live without.
I know too much is bad for you,
but pour me one before I start to pout.
I’m addicted to the sweet, sugar rush.
Sometimes I wonder how it is that I don't scream
because it is the six thousandth time that I
have turned on the shower.
We spend four years
They told me the odds were stacked against me
That with a heart in my condition
With a family history filled with roses
I can't live without him. Rather, I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. He loved me when I was so empty that I might as well have been a corpse And because of his love I never became that corpse, rotting six feet under the ground. He taught m
What is your reason?
What makes you get up every morning?
What keeps you above the water?
Daily tasks cause us to sink
We begin to drown in the every day
Holding signifigance seems nearly impossible
Live music is not a concept.
It is not something you can hold
in the palm of a sweaty hand
until the night has ended
and then release like a caged animal
when the band has exited the stage
The days in which I’m met with burden
in dreaming
in reaching
in swallowing between the breaths
Those days
A deathless twist in which my hands grow sore
Obtuse in my mood by the mark of the four
And by sun’s meridian I haven’t got more
But to shamefully begin again
My life was not always this way
I use to sit only feeling suffering and pain
I'd cry for hours myself to sleep as I feel my soul slowly slip
From my body into the dark abyss of the cold world
She's there when no one else is,
She's the person i can't live without and there no doubt about that
we argue and fuss with each other she's basically my mother.
All my heart,
With the blood it pumps.
All the air,
That fills my lungs.
They could take it all,
Intangible and addicting Each day I see it, each day I use itYet when without it I'm restlessWithout it seems nothing will fit
If I had no hope, I’d never try again
I’d give up all the love I have, and never try to mend
If I had no hope, I’d stop writing you each day
I’d throw away my pens, and leave my letters in the rain
The Truth is be like a flower which gives a fragrance to even those who crush it.
The Truth is when words come from the heart of anyone, they find a place in the heart of others.
Words have a pulse,
They bleed and they bruise,
Like a heart’s beating impulse,
Only that you get to choose.
Like a scream gone ignored,
Or a sob in dark, behind closed doors,
A Life of struggle, betrayal, pain.
The life of a man with a beating heart but no place for it.
18 Years a lost life was led until a love landed in his lap.
You ask me to tell what I can’t live without If taken literally this isn’t hard to figure out I need food, water, a roof for my head Air and sleep or else I’d be dead But clearly this is not what you ask So diligently I'll tend to this task Life,
I could swim in an ocean of money, fly over the waves of pavement in my Lamborghini, and lie beneath the suns beautiful touch, but all of this would mean nothing if I wasn’t doing it with you.
I need someone to love me, someone to care
but at the end of the day and all through my life only one person is always there.
Its not my mom, my brother, or friend
I need my phone.
Yes I'm addicted,
But I need it.
What if someone text me,
Or messages me on Facebook,
Or maybe sends me a snapchat.
I need it.
It’s not something I want, it’s something I need
It’s something that fulfills my every wishful deed
It courses through my heart, my blood, my veins
It’s given me life, and made me forget the stains
College
Stressful, Exciting
Studying, Partying, Exploring
Dorms, Quads, Friends, Professors
Crying, Eating, Reading
Fun, Short
University
Chapter One. Elementary School. Easy.
Two plus two equals four. So does one plus three.
Coloring inside the lines, it's got to be perfect.
Chapter Two. Middle School.
Why bully?
Why put others down to make you feel untroubled?
Day after day it's like a routine, making others feel abandoned.
Not because you want to, but because you must.
But why?
I tried to embrace myself with happiness,the long run had just startedsince the day I decided to changeand lose the old me forever.
To go to school I need money.
To get good grades I need money.
For books, codes and clickers. I spend all my money.
I work two jobs. One for the money, one for responsibility.
We often forget the purposeof red brick buildingsin the nine hour hurry upand wait
We often forget the purposeof pen and paperin the technicolor dream ofgoogle docs
In the hunt as few may call it ..for peace,happiness,the reason of life.
Day by day restless nights; due too reminsing chapters from back it time.
At my school where I sit concealed, starving zombies look to devour a meal.
Some like bones and some like brains, but I on the other hand love to play games.
With intensity and motion
I move forward and go toward
the vast opnad unknown.
Seeking danger and adventure,
beauty and love.
Seeking everything and anything
or nothing at all.
A change of pace
There is a dark hole, thats been growing for a while.
Where there was once light, is now dark, with no desire.
Day by day my body aches, causing the hole to deepen.
Why o why does bullying exist?
Is it enjoyable to see a person in pain calling them lies which hurts like venom,
Or enjoyable when the person has scars, cuts, self-hatred and depression into their bodies and already putting more?
Let’s take a minute to talk about something we all know and “love”
“Education is important” We’re told.
But when did it start being sold?
If it’s so “important” why make us pay?
Taking our money day after day,
So um I like wrote a poem because like I'm sick of people telling me I need to like talk with confidence.Maybe if you actually paid attention to what I said and stopped degrading women for everything I would have this confidence you speak of.
Maybe I'm too poetic
too romantic
too
To be something I'm not is easy
But to be too poetic
too romantic
To be who I am is heartbreaking
Child born to a child
Small and sweet
Little girl, tiny feet
Mother kid, feeling weak
Father grown, dead beat drunk
Days in darkenss
Nights in pain
Beatings changing daily
Hardly the same
Me, I don't know what to call myselfI've heard plenty of ideasIndependent, crazy, smart, talkative I am a seventeen year old girlI'm a girl with a history full of ups and downsI'm a girl with a family who's been pushed to the limitsI'm a girl wh
I've been asked,
"Describe yourself in one word."
But one word cannot describe all that I am.
A sweet, shy girl is all they may see,
But best believe that ain't all of me.
So let this poem give you a taste;
When the universe was arranged,
All creation from a bang,
Every grain,
Every cell,
Every atom flew out.
And like all matter careened about,
She sits in the room, with nothing to say,
The kids make fun of her features and hair
And she wonders, why they treat her this way?
When ‘all men are equal’.. And it’s not fair
From inside school walls caged, a barrier
To separate imagination ‘way
From empty colorless surroundings minds.
My garden often sprouts red flowers, but
my life has not been easy.
it has had people come and go some bad some good.
but there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.
for me it was my daughters now they are my world.
I am the tongue of the flame
I lick and spit
fire embers
that ignite the maim
I am the spark
that starts
the twister
in the dark
I am the change
that you've been
Esther
/eh-st-eer/
noun
sister, daughter, creator. Is often emotional, occasionally rational.
Believer in equality and creativity
Not a morning person, loves tea with honey
I may never understand why you left
I guess I just have to accept that this is the way it was ment to be
Kind of like I'll never understand
Why the ocean stops at the shore instead of washing away the land
I am a never ending series
Of sleepless nights and crumpled bed sheets
Battered from the restlessness of my slumber
A lost sheep number
4 A.M's only friend
Tired
I am the burnt out light bulb
I am a student.
An aspiring engineer,
a woman, a mere statistic.
A minority at an engineering university,
I like being this kind of statistic.
I am a part time cashier.
Strangers, rarely as strange as the preconceptions we arrange
gather, miraculously appearing at every whiff of rebellion
i am a girl.
i'm not just a simple girl. not your girl-next-door.
i'm not the popular girl that has girls and guys
on their knees just to be
seen by.
Who am I?
I don't know
(my past is a frenzied blur I hate to remember
the future a question I fear to ask)
All I know is I want the all
or a poetically decided nothing.
I am her,
i am scared to be who i am,
all eyes pointed at me.
people all arond me,
i can feel he nstant eyes at me.
i need to teach myself how to breathe again.
WAIT.....
I was always the one
trying his best to succeed;
planning,
studying,
doing everything possible.
But life throws stones,
and has bumps in the road,
making things a bit more difficult.
People often ask me
You're Jewish?
Yes, why is that so hard to believe?
Is it because..
I don't have a big nose?
Or perhaps it's the accent?
Is it because I am Mexican?
I am not the harsh words of insecure bullies from third grade
I am not the cruel laughter of my classmates watching me get tripped on the playground
I am not the pitiful words from my middle school counselor,
I have a fear of going back to school
I have a fear, of going back to rules
I have a fear, deep inside my heart
I have this giant fear that is tearing me apart
I don't know why, I used to love this place
Life, life is hard I knowYour a girl who thought this would never happenThis is your storyYou go to workYou love itHanging out with the guysThats funYou trust the ones you work with
A unique person
With attributes of art
With friends that adore me
With a family that watches over me
But there is something missing..
And with these words, I can't express
But with silent tears
I am a Christian
I am a beautiful creation
I am created to do things that are beyond my limits that are at a greater elevation
than I am.
I am a Mother
A woman of Faith
I find my escape in God's great embrace
I am a teacher
In my daughter's ways
Teach her right from wrong
Mind gone, heart mad, soul so empty.
Who can I trust in this time of need?
They say I'm young, I'll get over it.
My story? you wouldn't understand.
The pain, tears, and emotions.
I remember asking myself, why can't I put on an act like everyone else?
And then I remember two things, one - I am not everyone else and two - I can't put on an act,...when I am the act.
Everything is a process whether it is short or long, you just have to decide whether to learn from it or not because life is to short to take it for granted
I am a hyperpigmentation.
An overdose of melanin.
I am the aftermath of a merciless fire, and the darkness enveloping a starless night.
You might think im crazy and in a way its true
But if you think about deeply you are too
You can try and hide it but will stil shine through
And only for one reson
Because its part of you.
I am a Amanda
I was born on a tuesday
Now I dance on Tuesday
Every tuesday
I take my shoes, all my shoes
ballet slippers
point shoes
charater heels
jazz shoes
sneakers to walk in
I am...Powerful, insightful, Beatuiful
I am a force to be reckoned with.
A wind that cannot be stopped
I am smart.
Always learning never failing.
I cry aloud "SHAPE ME AND MAKE ME SMARTER!"
I am undefinable.
I am different.
I am a nerd.
I am an athlete.
I am a social butterfly.
I am shy.
I am confident.
I am strong.
I am complicated.
I am stubborn.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Where have you been?
I've been looking for you
You, wait you?
Who is this "you"?
That's been making me so blue
Is he tall?
Is he short?
Sitting in the corner, stuck in wonderland
Sipping coffee, black
Stupid for pondering my religion
Easy to entertain, amuse me please
Love always leads to disappointment.
I’m crazy for you
Everyone can see that, but you
I love your voice
Love your smile
I am...
Who they said I couldn't be
An underestimated athlete
With one goal and one dream in her mind
They said my efforts were a waste of time
Now the game has changed
Where are you from, seems to be the question everyone is dying to know.
Let me just say I'm not from roses and dandelions, nor butterflies and lady bugs.
So where am I from?
I am unidentified.
A pretty face and name with a unknown destiny.
They ask me to be vocal,
But I AM afraid,
They ask me to be aggressive,
But I believe in inner peace
They ask me to be in power,
Summer is already over, and only now it hits me.I am a senior. This year.And I am running out of time.What have I done?All of that time that I spent inJunior, sophomore, even freshman year
I ask myself the same question almost everyday
Whats the best path for me to take?
All my mistakes keep screaming my name
A choice needs to be made
This pressure is burning my heart into flames
I am thoughts yet I am not,For how could thoughts be made to walk?How could thoughts be ones to speakWhen no lips they have to seal?People talk and people sayThoughts are what we are these days.
I am whatever I want to be,
at least that's what my parents tell me.
But yet I walk down these hallowed halls,
people laughing,
staring
judging
little girl playing in rain puddles
herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky
raincoat swish-swish
wellies squeak and slurp
hungry beasts
gold hair, bright eyes
clueless and naive.
I am that girl without a voice
Hair ever-changing like the friends she used to have
A heart-breaker
A self-harmer
A liar to herself and to others around her
I am that girl who finally let go
Class of 2016,
the year where the path changes.
I have traveled down the jagged road to fin it's end near.
I found a shortcut though,
because there is nothing more strange then speeding up,
For many of my years there were many tears
tears of great fear tears caused by my peers
I saw an ending near
I grabbed the gun with no fear
Life's supposed to be fun
I was done
my life flashed by
I was who I am
I will be who I was
Some of what makes me
Is there just because
Because of my music, my family, my faith
I am who I was and that makes me feel safe
"Sticks and stones, may break your bones, but words can never hurt you."
I for one, would love to say that statement- is a load of bullshit.
It is not in my mouth
As I expel warm life into the cold brass
And feel it move through the neck to the bell
It is not in my fingers
As they move over the keys
In rapid succession
When I find myself
Behind the clusters of sofas
And worthless knick-knacks
You'll be the first to know
I see you frowning
At my reflection
But-of course- you keep looking
Upside down
I am... brown skin, curly hair
I am... bullied on the playground
I am... "What are you?"
I am... snowball fights by myself.
I am cuts, I am tears
I am nights alone
I am nights alone
I’d like to think that I change often
Or, evolve often.
I become a brighter
Smarter
Stronger
Version of myself
every day that I am alive
Who Am I..
I Am Flesh And Blood...
I am a STRONG...INDEPENDENT..WOMAN
I am a European born, who has faced many challenges through out live.
Taken from my home, to live and die in America.
I am!
Who am I?
To society, I am a name, a number, a faceless drone.
To friends, I am replacable, I am weird, I am the obnoxious one.
To family, I am the outcast, the outsider, the black sheep.
As a child, I knew who I was
I was the one to take the first step
As the years went by, things changed
The "Yes" became "Maybe"
The "I can do it!" became "should i do it?"
I am my own two cents.
When I hit the ground runnin' the devil says, "Oh shit!"
Never bite my tongue while I'm chasing the setting sun.
Because it ain't over 'til I say its done.
I am my biggest enemy.
Tiny fingers trace faded ink in dusty books. unaware what they will grow to touch, to only dream of being this unknowing again, paper white on paper white.
Awesome:
Plug ‘em in your ears, feel the vibes
You might wanna bring ‘em along for a long, long ride
Feel the smoothness and rhythm in your chest
Volume ALL the way up – is how to enjoy it best
Everything is awesome
It most certainly is.
Even when things seem dark and grim.
When times are bad
When your patience wears thin
Remember that everything is awesome in the end.
WE DO NOT BEGIN AS POLICE PROPERTY, to be freed or detained based on some guy’s mood or feeling.” he wrote.....
We are not theirs... We are not of their descent.
Their hair.
Their skin...
We are not theirs
Knees weaken
Mind bruise by lies
Heart is scorn by fire of desire
Arms suffering from pain of pushing forth ward
Feet steadily slipping off the truth
But I still stand push forth down the path
Listen, listen,
I am trying to help you hear the truth not see it
The way the wind blow pass your is speaking direction
The way the waves crashes against the shore is saying go back
Hello little brown girl I see in the mirror.
With your beautiful wide nose,
Skin couldn't be any clearer.
Dipped in chocolate,
Caramel coated molasses,
My beautiful little sisters wearing the glasses.
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.
Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens.
Trees are meant to grow strong for years and years
with their roots consistently reaching further.
Appease the voices in your head
Listen to what your demons said
Cry at the bottleneck of resentment
Do not proceed vengeance
Stay harmonious
Project times that were glorious
Look towards explication
The way you MAKE me feel
Is Awesome!
The way you BLESS me
Is even more Awesome!
The way you HEAL people's bodies
Is just Awesome!
The way you LOVE me
Be Positive
Be Awesome
Be Kind
Be You
The air that we breathe is awesome
The sky is awesome
The grass is awesome
The sun is awesome
The place we call home is awesome
What do you see as awesome, they could ask
To many, this quest may be difficult
For me, it is a very easy task
Through the toughest times we must stay positive
No matter the circumstace
Life is there to teach you
What is the source of all that will power we possess? Faith.
Faith is the strength within us that gives us the power.
What is that force that drives you to success? Faith.
Gravity was made to put us down
But our heart and soul work together
To make sure we're not alone
And keep us sane forever
Why so sad flower child
Cant you see there's a future ahead
Only one word
Could make a smile spread
Only one smile
Could raise a spirit that was dead
Only one laugh
Could make a better day
Only one "Hello"
Could go to a heart and stay
Only one gift
I am what you call a loner,
a nerd,
a person who isn't so.. into herself.
He is.. different.
He is so much more than different, at least to me.
Plug ‘em in your ears, feel the vibes
You might wanna bring ‘em along for a long, long ride
Feel the smoothness and rhythm in your chest
Volume ALL the way up – is how to enjoy it best
Am I a flea struggling to free myself from the web of a spider,
Or am I a leprechaun skipping to the end of a rainbow?
Am I a chameleon who camouflages from turmoil,
Or am I a butterfly eager to escape from my pinfold?
Everythng Is AWESOME!
It's a New Day!
A Time to Refres and Be a Greater You!
Yes, meaning that GREAT is Already in YOU!
Everything is AWESOME!
Me - Him - Her - YOU!
Everything's not awesome!
Well... sometimes...
Things get you down,
Ointment's full of flies.
I was once told
By Maya Angelou
That nothing's gonna work
Until I do.
When everything sucks
The meaning of life is to just be alive
it is so plain and simple, yet everybody rushes around in great panics as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves
it is scary the way the world can swallow you
Shamed because the concept of waiting to get what I want made me seem desperate and clingy;
Hurt because the love I gave to him was never given back in return;
My room was different when you hurt me,
it started showing me monsters I never saw before.
You shot me on my leg,
then kicked my wound.
I bled out on my bed,
and the monsters began to talk inside my head.
Yeah that's right you heard me, money is a devil that is wearing Angel's clothing. Telling you all these lies and filling you with so loathing. Money can make you find love where you thought love was lost.
Am I selfish?
To want to leave this world.
My body cold and lifeless.
Am I weak?
To want to end it all
ignoring the people who care for me.
The don't understand my struggles
my pain
So maybe I am not the funniest in the room
And I may sometimes fall upon gloom,
My legs may be super hairy
And I think talking to boys is quite scary,
I may stumble and become weak at times
I'm like a drug addict
Thought I was free
once again i'm back at it
you got me feeling like a fiend
i'm addicted to your love
i need another dose
Take your love you made
Let Death come until the hour glass empties;
Let it come 'til the last breath is breathed;
Let it come 'til our hearts stop beating;
To be able to eat,
To sleep,
To feel a breeze,
Without a diease,
To be able to appreciate,
To recieve an education,
Without much frustration,
Thats whats awesome to me,
Blue Clouds, Blue Seas
Everything is Awesome Scholarship Slam
--
Unfurling, rolling in thunderous lashes and -
greedy
Incorrigible and precedented but
I am a small unit flowing through the labyrinth of life. Through each twist and turn I gain more experience - I am constantly learning more about who I am.
All that glitters is not gold,
So how dare you be so bold,
To say that the best things in life are free?
Well, no one is free from impunity.
You only have the freedom of speech,
I appreciate myself because I am creative
With a string of an idea in my mind, I can weave together a blanket of stories for others to touch and immerse themselves into
Freedom of America,
Beauty of outdoors,
Reliable friends,
Late night snores,
Freedom of speech,
Freedom of press,
Wonderful family,
Friends worth the stress.
I am a girl who still has hope.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring, even though it is never promised.
I see world hunger.
How is it the mind works?
Truly, how is thought expressed?
Because my mind makes synapses;
They filter deep within and fester.
That is, until they leave or cannot exist.
Everything is awesome,
Everything is cool when you’re part of a team,
Even though life might get you down, seem gleam,
Make you rip your hair out and scream,
Know that you are loved, believe,
My dog is awesome.
She is more loyal than any human,
has more love than any human,
and listens more than any human.
My dog is beautiful.
She has eyes brighter than the sun,
You can be who ever you want to be
do what you want to do and live
the live you deserve. I know it will be hard at first
to let he/she go, but you deserve better
no more crying anymore it's time to say no more.
I love holding a hot mug of chamomile tea,
reading and writing poetry,
movie music,
peanut butter,
Iron man, and
Captain America.
Horseback riding feels like flying.
The space between our fingersis the color of your eyes at nightand my face when I notice.But also the first light of dawnand sticky, peach skin,the kind you pull with your teeth,
I’m having a hard time accepting I’m soft–soft stomach, soft heart,my soft way of telling othersI’m having a hard time.It leaves me hesitating at mirrors,
Some kids have no food but still find the energy to play
Some kids show a colorful spirit even though their life is gray
Some people break down and others still find the will to pray
haley asked if i was beautiful.
i told her yes. so she would shut up.
i felt like im not. im too black. and
shes light skined and i am black
so that makes her beautiful and i am not
You slap my books
You slap my faith
You slap my apperance
You slap my family
You slap my life and you slap me
You slap me around and I can't handle it any more.
Stop
STOP.
STOP!
The cheers of oblivion are ripped apart by bullets
Happiness, shredded leaving behind only fear
Fear and Anger
Anger from both parties
Loneliness and Anger
A lonely boy with a need for love
Filters, they’ve become a part of my society,
But yet, I try so hard to be the real me.
I’m screaming, hoping somebody will hear
‘This isn’t what I wanted; this is exactly what I feared!’
Your beauty isn't a contest
Your beauty shouldn't be a scale from 1 to 10
Your beauty is perfection
Not a competition
We become blind from this so word called "make up"
Reality is the filter.
It's paramount.
It advocates our aspects in every particle of air,
it pumps the hue into our cheeks with every breath.
In every wave of light,
Without my filter
I still laugh and smile with my friends
I still work hard and get good grades
I still play sports and try my best
With my filter
I'm trying to be someone I'm not
The twinkle in her eye,
is like the stars,
on a clear night.
The blush of her cheek,
is like pedals,
of a soft young rose.
The vibrance of her lips,
is like cherries,
When I was in the fourth grade
I walked up to my dance teacher and said,
“I am African-American.”
She promptly spit out the water she was drinking and replied,
“You’re half black?”
My words without a filter,
They are pulses ripped from my heart,
They are thoughts carefully caught from the darkest depths of my brain,
They are not affected by this so called casual speech that many people engage in
Mama I love you
more than any other on Earth.
No matter who came
I always felt first.
To you, I am a blessing
and never will be a curse.
No matter how wrong,
You never changed my worth.
We live in an age of desperation
We're in a constant war but not with other nations
We fight ourselves on everyday situations
We're born in a bubble deprived of sensation
Life made of misconceptions
Freedom is not something that can be seen.
Freedom is not something that can be asked for,
because it is not to be demanded.
It can not be given to you.
I’ve got nice hair
My teeth are alright
But neither are worthy of veneration.
The FLAWLESS part of me is my resilient nature.
I am not without flaws by any means.
I fill my lungs
With the nebulas and stars.
Breathe in the frost of the moons,
Exhale the rays of the suns.
I let my eyes dance like stars
In the cosmic heavens above.
Since all we know is in relation,
It's hard to know true perfection, although
we must know
that we have two things in us.
Emotion is effortless,
Pain is simple to show.
All aspects of us,
want to shine.
Pretending is cloudy yet
the sun is hidden behind,
Lies make you fake
But who wants to cry?
People often hide behind barriers, just to hide their emotions. You dont have and idea of how people are feeling today or how they might react to something you might say.
Broken chains, shattered windows.
They're no tame, so don't get too close.
Run run away, until you see the light of day.
I am unique! I've been told
By my friends young and old.
But what are those things, you may wonder?
Both things that cause me joy
(and the objects that annoy!)
I'll divulge, though I may blunder.
The summer breeze is against my face.
The butterflies flap their wings,
showing off to the sky.
But below,
Teens are in the mall, window shopping.
Why should I hide?
We are taught from birth to do so but why?
‘We’re all human’ they said so why do they punish me?
Who cares if I’m not perfect?
Society apparently.
Who they want me to be is perfect,
I can see it all.
The downfall of men.
The inevitable destruction
of all we once
held close.
There is nothing we can do,
but watch.
Watch as all the hope,
comforts,
Who is I behind the curtain be
Am I modest, shy against the weathered sea?
A sea of caricature, who am I really for the others to see?
Are they ready when I cast my inconfidence aside - the dream?
points for best acting!
no truth, just script
which I'll read from forever
and forever equipped.
and ill trend the best costumes
feather boas and all
i'll take heed to the audience
I’m not really sure how to write a poem about what I love,What makes me laugh,What I’m proud of,Or what I’m awesome at, because that would be an incredibly long poem…
But I do know how to make a wicked list.
Look into my eyes and you will see,
the different side there is to me.
Secrets that I've hidden so long that I sometimes forget,
all the lies he told me, and all of this regret.
Look into my soul and you will feel,
Mother listen
Father listen
Listen to me
Listen please
Please it’s all I want
Please it’s all I need
I need to make my own choices
I need you to let me do it
It will help me grow
Dear high school bullies,
I wonder if you know what you did to me.
I wonder if you still believe the things you said.
A mask, A curtain, a veil
one that seems to hold boredom in it
features that may convey anger, seriousness even severeness
Silence in the place of words or any other sound
But the mind races, then again it doesn't
Flowers Bloom.
Flowers weep
Flowers grow
Flowers die.
Flowers are beauty to every a man's eye.
If flowers were not their….
how would we understand the rhetorical meaning behind the
There you are black dog
reaching far from among the fog
Be with me black dog
let me rub you on the head
oh black dog you have kept me at your side
black dog has followed me around for so long
Every single time I look at the shinning moon
I just think of you wishing you were here
Under the shinning light I wish so soon
Hoping to once again see you so near
She embellished
The wisdom
To conceive thought.
Different emotions
Violated intrusion
Of world sanity.
In the dark
Aware of presence
Innocence is borrowed
To a loan officer.
Everyday when I wake up I think about the choices I will make ahead.
By turning on my light will I make someone else uncomfortable.
I work a job that could have belonged to someone else.
The first time I made you my hope, my soul cried, Loved one! And from there, I have not let you go, you're the reason for all my passions. With the love to the desired child, I’ve waited for you so patiently, waiting my whole life.
Why is she so different?
What makes her so appealing?
She doesn't have the prettiest face or the hottest body.
But she is rooted in my brain and spreading like an ivy.
The spider spins
it's silky web.
Small silvery strands sparkle
and something stuck struggles.
Like my life,
full of lies.
Little lies linking along,
leaving very little truth.
The world is a beautiful place.
Maybe it’s that belief
that always gets me in trouble.
I spend my days
in this constant
awe
at the world,
in people,
in how wonderful
Not many know what it feels like to be scared senseless.
To be terrified of a person so much it leaves you breathless.
To look them in the eye after they leave you black and blue.
What's to be expected of me?
To be smart,
confident,
pretty.
But I can't do all of these things.
I'm supposed to make it into college,
get a job,
and above all:
be successful.
Where a people fight for acceptance, one wanted to fight without his fists. He used his words to lead all in one philosophy: to sit amog the opression, you must not use violence.
Poetry.An art, an expression, an author’s puzzle to allow a reader to understand them and perhaps make a connection.Why?I don’t get it. Just say what you need to say.
I take another step
Towards my future
I try to leave behind
All my failures
I try to get away
I try to get by
But wherever opinion sways
I will fight
I will survive
Every time I write
I write to speak truth
Without truth is no use
For all everyone can do
What good are white lies
When all that results
Are things that resemble flies?
I am an individual; I stay strong even in the biggest storms, I stare darkness straight in the eyes and see only the light that will immerse me when it passes. My faith guides me toward hardships.
I speak too loudly
my words echo across rooms,
and my voice is harsh after crying.
But I don't silence myself
until I'm told to. I don't hide my thoughts
I let my face speak for me.
You are ungrateful
Lost in a world
Where alcohol is your therapist
And you hit your little girl
She cries when she touches
The bruise on her face
A soft and plush cheek
Sometimes words fall from my mouth like a waterfall into river, rippling from letters into waves of sentences forming long lines of poetry that carry through banks and across deltas, a never ending string of love letters that will someday reach y
to survive
in your skin
in this dead place
you participate in humor
that allowed them to see you
Scribble Scribble Scribble
that was my day
that was the good stuff
that was the bad stuff
Scribble Scribble Scribble
those are my hopes
those are my dreams
those are my goals
Everyone want to be different
abstract
unique
dare i saw it, hipster.
These people write,
these people are emotionally unstable,
these people are infamous for being damaged,
Anything could spark a thought
Anything could change a perspective
Anything could alter an opinion
Anything is my catalyst of thought.
My mind is buzzing with an array of colors,
each flitting by so fast it's hard to see every one.
At once it is Yellow:
the color of my summer thoughts;
I wish my dog was here.Trees shift into spring,and the water in the reflecting poolripples in wavesand then stills as the windstops blowing.The grass is cool under my body.
I am unaware,
Here I lie scared,
Of the next steps to take,
What legacy will lie in my wake.
Through the distant storm
Nothing will remain of the norm
And life will change...
The sun is up it's the crack of dawn,
time to start the day.
The roosters crowing, the hens are laying,
through the mist of morn I see a baby fawn,
time to throw the hay.
So you're thinking about running
And it's less about the outcome,
the hardened muscles and lean body,
And more about the feel of wind
Rushing through your hair
Feeling the elements
As they pass
I can hear the crash of the mighty waves on the shore
my feet are submerged into the prickly sand
A job that will change my life is teaching. Teaching helps kids learn about themselves which in return can help me. It can help me find who I am as a teacher as well as a person. Simple as that Complete happiness in life. Peace
My dream is to be a animator
Not just any digital design animator
No, That is to wide of a goal
I am for smaller more difficult
Disney animator
That is what I want to be
Best Friend
I’ve known you for so long, oh my dear one
You’ve made me laugh and cry over the years
The times we’ve been apart and its not done
For we have gone through many laughs and tears
Best Friend
I’ve known you for so long, oh my dear one
You’ve made me laugh and cry over the years
The times we’ve been apart and its not done
For we have gone through many laughs and tears
I am thankful for the clothes on my back thru this chilling season,For the roof over my head and comfortable bed,For the plenty of food that keeps my tummy full,
look up to the sky
not bird or a plane
just the big blue sky and its nearing night
some say the world is hidden without light
but, you see, not just the stars come out at night
I am young, my future is cloudy.
I am young, the elders doubt me.
All around, expectations surround me.
They tell me I won't succeed, but I refuse to drown.
I am young, I search for a path.
So far, no longer
With technology and mind stronger
Galileo could never dream
that in reach was the moon's seam.
With my own hands
and Armstrong's stands
the Moon--light years away
what would I change?
right now, I would change
the expenses of college, and
how financial aid is dispersed.
I have been saving up for two years,
and because of the money
ive accrued, ill get less
If I were given the power to change one thing,
to be given a chance to change a human being
I would make the diabled whole,
something that would complete their soul
I would give the blind a world of color,
If I were given the power to change one thing,
to be given a chance to change a human being
I would make the diabled whole,
something that would complete their soul
I would give the blind a world of color,
my brain awoke, but my eyes stayed shut. it felt as if 100 lb dumbells hung from my eyelashes, streatching them across my face.
Everyone has a dream job. One may dream big, and one may dream small, but everyone has a dream.
Belle, meaning beauty from the land of France
We remember from the movie how she put Beast into a trance
But remember how her nose was always in a book,
She received taunts from the one who falsely loved her, Hook...
I am free
To be what I want to be...
I can fight overseas
Or even raise bees
I can dance or I can sing
I might even work for bing
But is it really true
That I can get a job out of the blue?
On a road to fame...
Most people would expect to see shame.
Drugs, sex, and violence, stain the lives of the rich and famous.
These "idols" inspire us teens to do the same,
But really, who is to blame?
My escape, my comfort, the beautiful blue sea.
When I was young, I came to you constantly.
We were the best of friends when the sun shined brighter.
You kept me cool from all the extreme heat.
You Ask Who/ What Am I
I am the girl that will chage thousands minds and make the economy green
The girl that will makes sure our comuity is a better place to live
There's some people who served for the service/
but come home to nothing not even health service.
You said goodnight to your parents last night
they told to go get a good night rest
You were so excited to run that marathon you had been training for, for months, tomorrow
Waking up is difficult for me
That's when the thoughts start
Mirrors torment me
I don't look like beautiful girls look
I am not a size two
My hair is a mess
My stomach potrudes more than I want
I wouldn't change one thing in the world. Light can not exist without darkness The bad timesare what make the good one worth so much more. Without struggles there would be no way to
Determined Warrior
Pelted by deadlines
Mauled by knowledge
Held accountable for so many
Little kids want to be movie stars and astronauts,I just want to be the difference. The difference between despair and hope,The helping hand you never knew you needed.
The men over sea are following their dreams, fighting for us and helping us be free.
One day my love will go with to join the fight, and I'll be left behind wondering where I belong in the strife.
Throughout days and days
time goes by
you look up to the sky
hoping something great.
Praying and trying
to achieve dreams and goals
while the wind blows
the birds fly high.
the forest stood proud once lush and greenthe trees armed for battle with needle teethand creatures untamed and unseen
The world has too many flaws
But these flaws only come from us
Most people don’t care
They don’t think they can make a change
But we are greater than politicians
We are a family
Literature is as necessary to the mind as oxygen to the body,
Reading helps the brain develop and imagination soar.
Ranging from an ironic drama to a jocular comedy,
Literature has several shapes, sizes and form.
Winter's late afternoon.
Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks,
A smile twinkles
hiding within the corners of my lips.
Lights glow behind the fluff of snow
beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
I have never met a woman who told me she thinks she's pretty
I don't know if it's because they aren't confident
or because they've been trained to think they shouldn't be
But either way
Even though you don't love me,
the smoke you left behind is choking me.
I'm blinded by the gray.
Maybe
the worst part
is that you left all kinds of scars I couldn't understand.
It was the third grade when he came to us
His teeth sticking out and his wagging tail
A great addition to the family.
Nine years have passed and how he's gotten old.
Lumps appeared, spirits high he kept going.
Questionin innocenceNeed tuh cleanse n replenish dis effed up conscience.Hoodie up, arizona n skittles in his pocketsSuspicionLife taken away for foolishness of self defense?
I'm drowning.
I hear this everyday, not with words
But through their eyes they scream
out to me...I'm so alone.
They need me, but
I am helpless.
I will love them, but the battle
I dream of a world without discrimination,
Where peace exists and happiness is the definition of life.
So many people tell me that love isn't as important as I think.
What do they know about the love that filled my life's missing link?
Your love has saved me, in more ways than one.
Writer’s block,
Oh writer’s block,
What have I done to thee?
Have I spurned your black advance?
Belittled your cold ways?
Hi mister
how did you enter my room
my room says girls only at the door so thats why he goes through the window
how was your day his cold breath asks .
my day was beautiful it snowed ,
Hello little one
This is your mommy
I know we haven't met yet
Just because you are in my tummy
I blame you
I blame you for the whiskey not burning more
I blame you for the weed not making me forget
And for the cuts not bleeding enough
I blame you for the good days and the bad days
How easily appearance changes.
Through months
And months
Of procedures.
Each month tightened,
And loosened,
Tightened again.
Only to leave my mouth
Aching,
Headache
We stumble and fumble and fall down the slope,
And as we all tumble we cling to our hope,
Of the black and the white that's guiding our way,
As we navigate through all the shades of gray
I drink about you and imagine your hands on mine
but the moment your hand left mine forever, my heart broke
yet you forgot about me faster then I could say goodbye
you were nothing but the devil with the face of an angel
you...
yes you, you who has no face
what is your name or is that missing too
you remind me of a person that i once knew
she was fun georgeous and so full of life
but time began to change her
I come from a beautiful land that has a rich culture, delicious food, and extreme heat! I was born and raised in Nigeria and this will forever be my world.
Look Up
And see the
big
red
building
spreading out in front of you
like a horizon
begging you
to reach out
and touch it.
Home.
And you stand
I keep myself in
a notebook under my bed.
I think in
song.
I dream in
poems.
I believe in incohesive pictures
flashing a mile per minute.
Like speeding cars on a highway,
Ever wonder what it’s like to stare into the eyes of someone and get lost?
Like you’re in a jungle on a dark winter night?
Or how about when you’re drowning, and you can’t save yourself;
I wait
I sit there and wait as life passes me by
Still wishing that it could all be a joke
Time heals all wounds is a famous lie
You just learn to cope
I'm waiting
Lost in my path
During all hallows eve,
Into the palace of Tartarus.
Placed in a twisted game of Hades’,
With the furies and sirens loose and abound.
All is to perish by the ends of Gaia.
I regret nothing out of all of this
I swear I would never take a thing back
And never have I taken your love for granted
In fact, it was my loyalty that had you taken aback…
I should hate you
I should despise every inch of your soul
I should recoil at your mere presence
I should be disgusted by every word you direct
Then again
What is there to hate
My life is full of love and care
but to say it is perfect ...i don't dare,
I can't say i am desperatly sad
but the lack of happiness drives me mad,
I've been very patient all of these years
I wake up
see the challenges of the day
They wake up
twenty minutes late
They see their mom
Packed lunch; picked out clothes; prepaid day
prepaid way
BLACK
By David Harris
So many times I’ve heard,
“You don’t act black”,
And to this day I still don’t understand,
How does one act a color?
Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
Mrs. Right held my essay
The one I worked on for days
She slashed through it with her bloody sword
Declaired my words dead
Claimed that they made no sense
What she saw were plain words
My best friend is my radiator.
It talks to me on cold days
When it's working so hard to heat our little apartment.
It likes to hiss and pop and gurgle
When I play it music on my guitar.
Talked down in subordinance
voices not heard or uplifted
The voice in the classroom is wise
but have they not heard us yet
the voice is laced with age
intelligence, refined with philosophy
If I had a dime for every time
I've head a student say,
"I could have just stayed home from school today,"
I could pay for my college tuition.
And I always used to wonder how
We shall overcome one day,
Are the words that the leaders use to say,
God Let us have justice is what they'd pray,
Please let the pain and suffering go away.
Now the people recite those words no longer,
I hate my father so much.
For being a jackass and such.
His attitude brings out the anger out of me,
yet his attitude has been passed down through the family tree,
and it has unfortunately been passed down to me.
Dear Public Education,
I understand intensions,
schoolbook implications,
rubrics of attainment
and months of memorizations.
It is all hearty facts,
here some and then gone.
You just need to last until the break
cramming for your GPA's sake
You twitch and you cringe and you tweak
and crack and you break and you freak
You learn for the moment, not for retention
the flourescent lightson her iridescent skinreveal the railroad tracksof her train with no brakes"all aboard," the ageless conductor criesshe climbs in.
The seed sits in the field
thristy for water
begging for sun light
A drop of water moists into dry skin
softens its body
another drop falls
followed by another
We don't learn about the beatings that occur outside the classroom, or the one's who are dying inside because of verbal abuse. You see it as unimportant, you see it as a muse because it's not happening to you.
Thousands of girls lay on the beach,
I run through the fields.
I smell the sweet grass,
as the golden fields draw me in
and hug me close.
While they lay sticky with sweat,
in a crowded beach,
I said I got to keep my head above water - James harden in OKC bring me off the clutch time in the 4th quarter - Its funny nowadays how people don’t want you to make - nothi
Walking slowly into the bright white hospital,
My hands trembling to see him.
The strong smell of latex and cleanser surrounds me.
An old, fragile man sitting in a chair;
No muscle or color to his face.
I don't want you to turn out like your brother,
It's a little late for that, we have the same color eyes.
Stop being so dependent on me, your sixteen now.
Alright, I'll move out as soon as I turn eighteen.
Cans in plastic bags
Bags in scrapheap
This planet sags
Sags from weeping
We made the earth a garbage can
Don't let it become a wasteland
She's happy then she's sad.
Annoying comments make her mad.
Never ending lies hurt heart,
Never ending fights shove a dart
So deep her face starts not to care
What others speak,
What others share.
The adolescent flair once abandoned
Now is the critically acclaimed charm
In the Fantasty Castle
Occupied via a more deserving owner.
So why did I attempt to perform ethically
STOP! STOP! STOP!
Good riddance, why am I stopping?
Just stop.
Oh, please. If you must, don’t be too specific. Now if you would excuse me for a moment as I continue ‘undisrupted’ ..
I'm getting a zero
because I didn't do my homework?
Oh, and that zero
is going to bring my grade
down three points?
Okay. Yeah, it's my fault
for not turning it in.
I'm sorry.
You turn me on.Is that how it works?Flipped on and offLike a light switch.That easy.But wait,Isn't my switchSupposed to be taped down?In our sexual society
You learn it.You earn it.You give it.
Or that's the way life is supposed to go, anyway.
Take a look around this classroom.Do you see it?I sure as hell don't.
You're my English teacher, not my father.
You say that you're trying to help but please, don't even bother.
You have good intentions I must say.
But that attitude, at the door it must stay.
The struggle is real. That is a sentence that is all too familiar.
It isn't some joke to me. It's what used to define me.
When you grow up in a Christian household, you expect life to be easy.
With words you fight, No better than a bully.
You shove with the pretense of learning,
You say you are going to give us a rope of knowledge,
Emotionless words
Syllables and thirds
The poet never hurt
The reader never heard
The world still turned
The world still burned.
Dearest Camilla
I will take my leave
If three days go by
Work, sweat and sometimes cry,
deadlines are coming
and the only thing not stopping is time.
Submit your work
and close your eyes.
Take a deep breath
and feel like you made it.
Peel the mask off.
No one is fooled.
You claim a Savior,
but you're in charge of this school?
Show us your face.
Let us all see.
Are you even real?
Could you show that to me?
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman.
How dare you take advantage of a young child.
She was innocent, sweet and mild.
Just because of her race you stood there
Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
When it is between white and color it's all over the news,
But when its black against black it gets no views!
This is normal just like sinners behind pews.
How is the stench of dead boys on the streets nothing new?
My heart is split into two
Between I can continue and the other I would be shunned
Cast out,
A pariah.
I don't have the callus for such ignorant human beings.
Why do you give us so much homework?
I learn better in class
so stop being an ass
im sorry for my language
actually im not
i know im being a snot
but listen hear
I truly don’t enjoy being talked at
Almost as though I’m not in the room
When a professor begins a lesson
I wish for class to end so soon
Slice
drip
slice
drop
a pattern i wont soon repeat
something inside me changed one day, my thoughts held a fog over them.
It made it diffulct to see
slice
drip
slice
My own mind is playing tricks on me. Im able to concetrate, function in school & even maintain my social life
Hit the road
hard and fast
all i wanna do is drive fast
you know me well
you think ill fail
and come running back to you
you want to see me fail , to be there to tell me you were right and i was wrong
Back and forth the currents sway/ the way is soon upon us/ The finish so near yet/ all around me has happened thus far/ the tyranny of the lights ever glimmering/ ever blazing/ the people in the trek/ some dying some fading/ For what cause be such
Some walk in all nervous
Some walk in all strong
I came here for a purpose
To show that I belong
The podium is mine to own
You know that couple.
The one that is always together
And he would do anything that she asked.
Their sugared embraces,
Their striking stares.
But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
Popularity is our aim.
Potential fame is our game.
Being the best, forgetting the rest.
Who needs the loyal friends.
We flock like birds.
Orignality blown away in the wind.
A soft whisper in the dark room sounded
Whimpers flowing from her lips as he pressed against her
A normal Friday night as the lovers embraced roughly
How shall your pupils learn if you don't teach?
Though expectations encourage effort,
Effort is hard to obtain when one has
Surely failed to meet said expectations.
One may wonder why the willingness has
A friend was once given some doughnut seeds
to spread joy wherever she went.
But each one she planted and watered and loved
You spend 6 hours a day with us
teaching us and pushing us but never in a rush
showing us some of the greatest people
like Fredrick Douglas
its always great to have some one who believes in me
Through years of experience I have learn that people may sometimes forget what you have said to them in the past,
They may forget what you did,
But one thing that I can asure is that they will never forget how you made them feel,
Dear Diary,
I'm. Mad.
No excuse me that's not what I meant to say-I meant to say I'm pissed off.
Do you remember watching the stem grow? The evergreen leaves stretching out longer-each and every day. Do you remember seeing the day she was born? This beautiful pink flower That just emerged from the ground every so slightly.
I'm not a writer, I just think a lot. In a world so crossed and diverse ideas arise and many a times people get lost. How can we find our way back?
Why so much? Can't you see i hate it!Homework here, homework there And you don't even bother to grade it.This is stupid why should we do it?Look at all the extra work and there's nothing really to it,So common let's admit that you don't even like
At first the word depression
Doesn't belong to you
Your mother writes-off your self-destruction
As over-dramatics, you're too young
To be broken
You don't deserve a real diagnosis
Always sad and never gleaming
Very quiet, my head is screaming
Never content with my body, ever
I wish I could lose weight with the pull of a lever
Dreaming for perfection, need to be a 'Heather'
Lost in the shadows,
Confined to monotony,
Oh, what a curse!
What’s worse, there are things to be “learned” in this paralyzing prison.
“Learned?”, you may ask? Yes, “learned.”.
For learning should be fun,
A world without light,
Without literature.
This "world" is not that,
not a "world" at all.
A Hell.
With writing comes education.
With education illumination.
With illumination,
No, I am not crying over a boy.
No, I am not just a bit stressed.
No, I am not just being a teenager.
Yes, I know I am shaking.
Yes, this has happened before.
Yes, I want you to leave me alone.
I just came to high school,
young and confused,
I was new to high school,
needing something to do.
When I came to high school,
I joined the band,
I learned to march trumpet,
If only I could sleepinstead, my hand crampswith the terrified mindof a hurt museand prose falls forthfrom soul to penand closes a Pandora's Box without hopefor small moments more
I am living a lie.
There is a terrible, hungry beast inside me,
Ravaging my organs,
Scorching my soul.
I cannot escape it,
It is eating me from within,
Because I am the beast!
It's incredible really.
How two fucked up people,
from a shit town can
end up planting flowers
inside each other's wrists
and growing a whole different
atmosphere.
Don't smile until Christmas.
Those who can't "do" teach.
It doesn't matter what you do.
The world is going downhill anyway.
Kids just don't care.
I loved you so much I hid everything
to make you smile. Well, not everything -
just the things that would make you give me that look
like I'm the Starbucks Coffee you hate
I've never gotten in troubleFor being on my phoneBecause most of the things they taughtI had already known.
Not everyone is perfect, okay,
Even if the think of themself that way,
And although teachers wish it weren't true,
They abide by the rules too,
So here is a list I'll give you to try,
A man brought me into this world and left me.
The woman of courage brought me up; my mother.
She has given me the courage to succeed.
Dad where were you when I needed you.
It may be true that you and I
Are not so different after all
Teachers, students, see eye to eye
Despite our disparities, let words enthrall
Caught amidst the social norms
You who slump ignored, and cry
Eyes of greed and of disgrace,
Stay always under watchful eyes
Lenses of the human race.
No action yours can go unseen.
we spend about an hour with them everydayoh the things we wish we could say
some of us want to vent and befriend 'emothers want to whack them with their pen
oh the things we wish we could say
Your hearts entwined,
Your lives combined,
You live for each other.
From each pair of eyes,
I see the look of intense delight.
On the surface, and underneath,
You're the perfect couple,
Hey miss I have a question now I see class is in section but I have to ask what the point of this useless evaluation so we can tell the nation that I have no patience for your evaluation about the study of creation so we I dont the the patients si
Education is the key to success
The mind is the metal of the key
It can be easily inscribed
Some rusted and hard
With the right materials
Don’t look at me like you expect something great.
I’m tired of being called perfect.
I’m tired of pretending your right.
I am not perfect.
And don’t you dare tell me otherwise,
Because I despise
I once was a teacher. years after the fact. I grew up clueless. with no clue to react. now I found some power, with the words that i spoke. it was time to teach a lesson, stimulate asleep brains to awoke.
The Door bell rings
"who is it"
no reply,
again it resounds still no reply
Annoyed legs stomp aaway,
opportunity was knocking,
I did not open the door
Love is like a river,
that flows into an ocean.
It's filled with many creatures,
some better than others.
But you'll never know what's out there
until you go explore.
The briny breathes of the Humber welcomed my parents to the its shores,
and left their cheeks flushed along with their hair unkempt.
What is the lesson they intend to instill?
Pretending to move forward in our best intent
But watch, back they run, now slipping and sliding
Forgetting all about promises made
To be one nation under God
Your luminous light grazes fragile trees.
A precious light, so pure; one of a kind.
Across my knees I feel the gentle breeze,
Just like all the thoughts flowing in my mind.
This room is dark
cold and decay
the life I live is but a mirror today
They all view the happy me
but they dont know
Burning hot rays, skins of children stinging
Humid damp air, people left in despair
Sweat and heat is all the summer's bringing
Shine down oh sun, scorching rays, so unfair
Stop
Why
Because you have yet to realize
That my potential inside
Isn’t to write
In me is the power to fight
But without a doubt
Inside and out
I forced a change to go around
Every night it's the same hopeless dream
Every day you can't stand the writhing pain
No one understands what you go through
No one understands the inconveniences it brings
This breathing box, this imprisoning womb,
Is my vision’s tomb.
Birthing lineal contours, knives that cut ingenuity,
Patriarchal forms, notions, popular standards strangle voice within a vast continuity.
Time rewind my past tracks,
As I hurtle towards the future.
I feel the need to fix the beat,
When I cannot refuse it.
Limitations are a key confliction,
Being quiet restricting,
She washes away
I see her wasting away
I try to catch her,
But I know she's gone
It eats away at her body, day by day
I can't help know she feels alone
"WHY!?" I scream
No one answers me
The glassy smooth water of early morning was gradually changing.The lake was waking up and so was I.The waves, now creeping up the beach, marked the start of another day of hard work.The small house was a fixer-upper located right on the shore of
in the lonely republic,
a little white girl puts pink
and red ribbons on her
dark skin barbie, the one
she hides from her mother.
Ashes fall down; coating the battlefield.
Injuries were inflicted here; never to be healed.
Tears descend like rain; illustrating endless sorrow.
So many lost; some today, more tomorrow.
There are secrets—Well, there are always secrets.
But there are secrets that lie in wait for me. They lie just below the surface.
My elephant Sam grew a mustache
It was my birthday wish
My mommy said wishes don’t come true
But mine was special because mine did
The other year he had an afro
The name calling.
The pointing.
The laughing.
It's a burden I quietly bear.
I see it happen to other students
Every.
Single.
Day.
You're fat,
You're ugly,
I'm a puppet, controlled
by what I feel is
Wrong. That won't work,
my mind says. That is not a
career.
What is a career?
To assume
I won't be happy under the
Stage Lights
It's referred to as "laxation" by the people of the lacrosse nation.
You can thank the North American Indians for the creation.
The game is completed in an hour's duration
with the occasional hesitation and aggravation.
The day is bright but there is no lightYou wonder how this could beIf you were meYou could surely seeThe beauty infront of me
What if I told youThe things that you say,The jokes that you tell,The pranks that you play,All those things really hurt me today. That girl in the front,The one with the money;Her words for youAre sweet like honey.She’s your favorite,She’s the bes
Walking out into the night,
I see a quite familiar sight,
that of a man and his dog,
that of a man taking a jog.
Walking on my way to school,
I see something realy cool,
I gave you my heart,
I gave you my all,
You threw it away,
And watched me fall,
How could you treat me like this,
Causing me to feel so empty and alone,
Was it all a lie from the start?
Homework... Huh, now that's a funny word.
Oh wait, no it isn't, that was really quite absurd.
They swear it's in our best intentions,
and they insist we must go on,
but what good can come from something
110 Billion Dollar Date (Katrina’s Beauty)
My name is infamous
To strike fear in a southern voice.
They had my number-
Free to call,
But chose the wrong choice.
Date after date-
It’s been 12 yearsOf chores, work and sweat.We didn’t ask for itBut overall it was okay.
We meet peopleSome were horribleSome were greatBut overall they were okay.
Stuff you can’t say to your teacher
To my former school
I have some words for you
Ten years of teaching me
On the outside
i am calm and cool.
i look like nothing will phase me.
I walk the halls think one step in front of the other.
on the inside
iam a little kid crying out
only no one is their to hear
We see one another everyday, and your talk is so condescending.
Maybe it's because I don't have that look
The look of your kind
I get it. It's "God's Will"
We don't see eye to eye because of our polar views
My house is like a circus party,
But a little crazy for me,
Come right in, and right this way,
Why don't you come and see?
You see the lion and it's tamer?
Performing tricks and all of that?
Everybody knows my name
But ignores me just the same
To most I’m just a nerd
My social skills absurd
I’m where to go for help
A whale among the kelp
My work is nearly flawless
Do the dying know that they are the dying?
I mean those who aren’t terminally ill
with ‘best before’ dates stamped on their bodies.
Those who can’t schedule their own funerals,
Being a teacher for the day
I would get more done
I would let the students teach
I would make the class room fun
Every once in a while
I would give them a test
With the answers on the board
You would think by now
Wait no, you should know by now I should leave
Leave it all
Wait, that just isn't right either
Can I ask a question?
I just did huh?
And there I go again
S-C-H-O-O-L
A blank stare glazes over the educators face
Can she see that we are all dreadfully lost?
Young, helpless, lame sheep with no guidance
We cry out in unison
Our inquires fall on deaf, dumb ears
It’s hard for me to honor a flag when I think about the way cops treated my Dad
It’s insane that we honor a flag after all the hardships that our people had
We Scream God Bless America but is America Blessing us?
We are students
Some of us fail
Some misunderstood
Some prosper
Some are just late bloomers
You find yourself
Your crowd
Your personality
Your soul
Your eyes are red and dark from all theworrying that you have done.
I can see the hardenign of your heart,
from all the battles you have never won.
I would like to make you happy, but that is all I ever do.
America, America,Land of the free.Boast it all around the world.Equal opportunity.
America, America,What does it mean to be free?Tell it to the poor womanwho sits right beside me.
If home is where the heart is, In a home they teach you things,
Then I am out of place, You taught me some things,
“I pledge allegiance to the flag”and sell my soul to it’s stars and stripes.And to the glory it all withholds.To a nation of spinning clockwork,Perfectly intertwined, two faced,and brainwashed as the injustices
ink flows freely
from a pen
that paper can do naught
but reject
reflect
direct
ink stutters,
smears
antagonized by frustration
self-flagellation
The Education
I've got trouble in math,
Flinging me down the wrong flight path.
Science isn't easy,
It's equations leave me queasy.
Just give me a test,
So I can get rid of the rest.
I am a number.
A total which defines me.
It says whether I am brilliant or remedial,
whether I am present or absent,
whether I ascend or decline.
A statistic amongst the world.
Numbers do not feel.
I know you're a grad studentand you already learned the materialbut clearly you cannot teach itand I want to learn it too
What the hell are you saying?
That I don't have a heart
You foolish thing
I'm sorry I don't have time
Come back later when I care
What the hell am I hearing?
You're so sorry you broke my heart?
I have a life, you know,
outside of school,
in the real world.
My life is not just your class.
I have other classes
art, government, physics, math,
piano, english, and economics.
I am but a part of something ...
something BIGGER
something better
something darker
Loving a convict is hard they say
staying withen here is a price to pay
its loving her with no one to hold
while being young and seeing old
its letting her write her love for you
you write her back
Jumping to conclusions
And reading into silly things
Letting my head get the best of me
Listening to delusions
And finding a way to deny things
Forbidding your love to be the key
I see my sister
Innocence
Red hair, blue eyes
Ignorance
A toothless mile
Living bliss
Give her tiny cheek a kiss
I see my mother
Belligerence
Blonde hair, green eyes
Polaris...so very far awayI see your powerful glimmering greatness shining from the celestial sky.I long to reach and touch the spherical fire burning inside.
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Wish I was colorblind
Differences weren't relevant
Soon as I was to find
A dog is not an elephant
But what about the hurt
so important color
sep'rating whites from dirt
Eating rosebuds
my cheeks start to flush
the once translucent skin
becomes the rouge that victorian women pinch their cheeks for.
lovely lace
falls on ashen skin
and it drags across violet fields
i find myself
in the 36 scattered people
yet
they seem half asleep
as if I had met them in a dream
i searched and i searched
for the place that I called home
but
My brother
Make your legacy live in history
The past of segregation lingers onto our present communities,
And its comedy is somehow becoming our young brothers and sisters
you see..
Senior year, such a joyful time
You think you have everything under control but you don't know why
Scholarships are up and you just hope you get one because putting the stress on your parents just might kill them
here I’m insane
there I’m even more insane
because I could be sane
which is strange because
I usually can’t
be sane while surrounded by too many people
I am not a girl
Who loses her head over-
Some boy-
who smiles at her-
just
so.
You caught me by suprise
An emotional accident, anomaly
Hidden in the shadows
Far from where it can taint
Your perfect peace and joy
With the truth that is reality
You do not want to see it
Because you fear that what you have
Is only an illusion
Time spinning down
Lost in the middle round
The tears puddle for a pound
And they taste like salted sand
The loss feels like we’ve won
When the speeches are all done
To my perfect summer as it comes to an end,and back to the school that I attend.This is a summer that I will miss,because it brought me so much bliss.From the friends' I've made and the things I did,
Mommy Dearest you will always beMy mother so loving and so loved by meFor God has taken you to be by his sideNow in Heaven is where you will reside
We as a people are capable of so much
We must use each other as a clutch
We as a people must rise to the majestic heights
So we can fight this battle like a medieval knight
Remember that time?
When we swore we were perfect
Ironically in love with each other’s imperfections
Barely leaving any space between us to take in the recollections.
I have been in school for thirteen years.
Why stop now? Why end here, and leave my peers?
It seems to me I still have much to learn.
About people, places, and talents I've earned.
when our faces were close and our mouths stillclumsyyour broken tooth always reminded me that I wasalive.and now I hear you are getting your front-right-tooth filled in because
I hate you so much.
I hate you the way an alcoholic hates his family
because he wants to be told he’s not crazy
he just wants to know he’s okay
A man and a woman fell in love.Spent many happy years,together.She would read to him,and he would dance for her,and they would lie in bed,together.Close enough to breatheeach others breaths.
There's no point in being someone that you aren't. The act will be obvious and off-putting. Besides, what are you gonna do if he wants the fake you?
My heart belongs to you,
It beats for you.
It only wants you,
And no one else.
But my body rejects you
completely.
I am disgusted by your presence.
I want to forget you,
There was a time in everyone's life whenMagicWas an acceptable answerImaginationRuled your worldAnd wishesWere made on starsWhen everyone's dream was to be president
How was I to know?
I never learned what would happen.
I was told that if I did not do it,
I would not need to know the rest.
How could I have suspected, that there was poison in my drink
My great great uncle fried potatoes every night
for his pet dogs to eat.
He was never married.
On rainy days, there is a chill
that prickles the hair on my arms
and seeps into my bones.
Lost in a wistful wasteland.
The Wind is howling stop.
Don't leave- Don't go- A voice says
I'm at my final step.
Feeling as the Sky, so grey.
Plunging into my life.
One thousand miles, two thousand miles, three...
New Orleans,
is where I got the opportunity to be
To simply help those in need
Four...
We all went there for one thing, to concur.
For the town of Somerton, rain is a rarity.
When it rains the town becomes something no sane man can describe,
It is as if it takes on a whole new identity.
The smell fills every pair of nostrils,
He took a puff of the Crack pipe and
laid it on the counter, out the door
he goes and nobody know's how
this story will go. His 13 year
old son blind by society
takes a puff of the Crack
Words,
Words being screamed at you,
Shouted-sung-rapped-thrown at you,
Dreamt at you--
Building castles in the air,
Ones that flare up
Everyone looks forward to summer.
Hooray! Summer is here!
You call your friends to hang out,
And your parents take you on vacation.
It’s been a month of summer break,
And it’s been fun and games.
Living in today's world
is like getting your ice cream swirled
everyone's too close together
I can't hear myself over this mindless chatter
Trying to be as skinny as a stick
Why do the clouds cry?
Could it be for me?
Deprived of name, flesh, and shoe, trapped in an endless cycle of resentment.
My only crime being that I am different.
Living off the alcoholUnder my breathSurrounded by this wallThat has kept meIn this hellThe whiskey has changedHow I liveShot after shotJust takes another bulletOut of meWish away
Backstage
A place where the audience never sees
Where cloth and glitter transform the ordinary into magic
Where buttons are popped
and seams are ripped
Where wigs are adjusted,
and actors transformed
Say "The Pledge Of Alligence" every single morning, to start the day off right. Hands over our hearts and the viel over our eyes.
Soldier
By Sophie Leveille
He’s undeniably dead,
Suddenly gone,
And never coming back.
He fell to the floor without a second thought.
No wish or cry can resuscitate him.
I feel for you my dear,
I do.
He fooled us all.
When he took his vows as only words,
and broke all of our hearts.
And the son you bore him,
will never know married parents.
I was labeled a nothing from the time I was born,
No one seen a future in me, so my heart always remained torn.
"You're stupid and wont get far in life" is what I was always told.
Let me screeeeeeeeeeam
Let me shout to the world
Show them what I am capable of
I’m invisible
Minute
A mute
So hear me yell
Hear me shout
When the earth was borne of wishful thinking
I sat behind the bar counter, drinking
I wondered why he’d done it
Why his thoughts had reached the summit
“Was it necessary?” I asked
A moment, stuck in the breath of a lost memory.
It's cold and will not breath the same again.
A heart is frozen, wrapped in born sadness of lost words.
(I write for) the angelwith molten noir feathers(his grace) that was taken(and) his hunter's (love) letters
(I) write for the hunterwhose one greatest (sin)was wanting approvalof his brother, his kin
Have you noticed that only those who do not write
ask those who do
"Why?"
The question fills my head with answers.
Not all of them are honest (thank you insecurities)
because the reason seems weak.
I’ve been putting my heart and soul in my all my verses, times going and I just can’t seem to move forward … one of the many curses
Another is, that pains me just as equally is to be a witness of such self-destruction
The monster used to share my bed
Now he lurks near my only exit
Threatening to take everything away
He breaths smoke languidly
His tiger eyes burn with rage
Dancing boxertaking giverfighting allyloving enemy.Muscularly weaksweetly rough.Trying quitterplaying spectator.Joyful screamshappy sobsscary smiles.Dad you are an oxymoron.You’re like curry.At first you’re nice with a little bit of kickthen it s
So I woke up one day and wondered where I was headed
because I can't look back my past it has been embeded
No time for regrets so I gotta keep moving
but ironically I can't move because my past wasen't soothing
No Pity for a Pedestrian
By Irvin Eden Ortega
I’m looking
I’m looking
I’m looking
It's hard to understand why writing is such a beautiful thing,'Til you've had words dance for you and listened to them sing,The day you pull the strings and nudge letters into place,That's when the seed will sprout with it's natural grace. It's ha
Her Star Wars alarm sounds at 8 AMEvery single morningAnd she struggles against her blanketsBecause she managed to wad herself upIn them again, like she does every single night
The whole world is screaming
Everyone has an answer and none of them are correct
It’s a mass of conflicting ideals of religion and politics and argumentative tones
it was a flawless secret
one held too tight across her mind
it would push against her eyelids
so that every single time
she would close her eyes to rest or even blink
it would take control of her dreams
Why can’t you believe that I deserve it all?
Is it because I am young, I am black? Because I’ve answered the call?
You claim success is colorblind, that any can achieve,
She snaps the heels off her stilettosThat never gave her enough stature.To cease treading lightly alongside theHenry Tudors and Pablo PicassosDue to two X's that cannot be overlooked
Dying White Rose
A beautiful white rose
with petals so bright.
She clings to the ground
hoping for life.
She's short of air;
She can not breathe;
A Velvet Flower
He could see through her heart as if it were diaphanous
Sheer like the velvet flower she had given to him before she had ran off into the night
I write to take away the pain
That memories can bring
I write to offer up my thoughts
To anyone or thing
I write to express anger and fear
In ways I can’t with voice
Why I write I don’t know.
The reason’s not set in stone.
One day reading became silver and writing became gold.
Why I write I don’t know.
These feelings went untold.
“This is who I am.
I can’t change.”
I have killed choice.
I’ve given up.
I'm a slave to myself.
I’ve surrendered to gravity.
NO
Just because I was born that way
The Addict..
Call it a “jones”, an “itch”
A desire for a quick fix to ease the pricks
Call it a hobby, a leisure, a feature pastime
A way to wind down, relax and float
The pain,
the sorrows,
the noises,
are all consuming me.
Every where I look, there is something that reminds me of that experience and my existence.
You're gone,
Out of sight,
Out of my life,
But never out of my mind.
You're always there,
Lingering In the back of my mind,
Refusing to escape my thoughts,
You never know how much you have
Or if you will survive
Time is of the essence
How long you'll stay alive
A sacred unknown fate
All depends on the ticking clock
All year long
I don't even know when I 'm strong
Why do I have to wait
You're the right fate
Shadows you can see through
Sunlight clouds
Darkness falls
Fall leaves
Spring flowers
Through the eyes of my child, i now see, just how precious life can be. With such gleaming eyes and beautiful features, i look to God and pray to Him, how blessed i am to finally meet him.
"So, like, you're only half Jewish"My Hebrew school classmate sneered at me upon learning of my parentageMy father was raised JewishMy mother was raised Protestant but convertedAfter I was born
The Rose is gone, what happen to the Rose which come in every season your petal. Was always crutch together. What happen that I come outside and didn't see your eye's.you was lays there my lane of flame that spark my everyday.
Torn,
Worn,
Past down again and again
are the books my ancestors dreamed to be in
, but now as years have surpassed,
I have become those dreams,
taking it for granted as well as using it wisely.
as if looking at you were not enough, my heart does skip a beat in time to you. when i beheld you i instantly knew, your love would make me your most treasured buff. for this cannot be love's truest hour, mere impulse is your specialty, my dear.
Peace
I thought I found on solid ground,
yet in my heart I am not sound.
My name entails and tells a tale
Of a sorrowful one, journey without fail.
Deidre - she spoke, upon my birth
Time is temporary
Short in its permanence
Infinite in appearance
People live
Dying to carve their permanent mark
Dragging their knife through the flesh of life
Hoping to leave scars as screams
We are infiniteOur souls galaxiesOur minds universesOur bodies space itself Supernovas implode on the backs of closed eyelidsPulsing neon colors morph in and out
Nothing was simple, not even before.
Unanswered questions appeared at the door.
For months nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
But we sang about peace, just like children.
What am I gonna do when you’re gone?
Because you couldn’t let anybody in to hear the cries of your sad song.
So tell me what am I gonna do when you’re gone?
will does not force my mask,
a loney mood and empty flask,
does make my mind go numb,
behind this smile that you see,
is not a face so carefree,
abandon hope of helpful hands,
We all start out as embers
(with a potential for passion but a forecast for failure)
that need careful, tedious, tending.
as time passes, guardians slowly wander away,
but return quickly as needed
Some may ask how I was introduced to poetry,
but I beg to differ because poetry introduced itself to me,
see I lived in a world where everything seemed okay,
but when my friend named conflict paid a visit,
I come from the dark,
Iam a murderer,
I leave nothing in my path,
I hit you like Katrina,
But that's all in the past,
Forests tremble at my feet,
Water does my bidding,
Her blond bob and beady brown eyes looked up,
Gazing into her father’s similar orbs
Believe in yourself dad, she said with simplicity.
His smile emanated from the warmth of her words.
It never is our favorite part.
Though not enticing or a treat,
Each ending is a new start.
My hero on the screen
Coolest guy I’d ever seen
The type who seemed nice, even when he’s mean
I sit here, thinking heavy
My young brother, no intent of harming any
Walking with a hood on is that a threat?
But with his black skin many scream death
Skittles, tea
What harm could that be?
I'm a Plain Jane as a matter of fact
But my name is Debbie and I happen to be black
I think I'm very smart
And I love making art
No one can take that away
So if anyone has anything to say
Pressure... it’s not a factor for me now.
It used to be but then the ice finally came around.
Now my heart pumps frost.
Half the adrenaline is lost.
The paradise child
Fell from convenience
Onto the concrete
The asphalt
Did not taste of sweetness
But of fear
"Brush your hair"
Said my mother, and I did.
"Clean your room"
Said my father, and I did.
"Write for us"
Said the teacher, and I always did.
There wasn't a question in my mind.
I just did.
The grasses sway
In the wind
Bending with
The weight of grain.
Flowers poke
Their heads above
Sick severed lipsHolding my bare hips.Like Achilles heel,The emotional appeal is severed.
And though I have no brainI can't really complainOf the wonders in the skyAnd how high I can go.
Teen
A word that holds so much
for those who know so little
It's finally time to be
who you always dreamed of
take a breath
count to thirteen
and
leap
into the Teen years
They said
The pains and woes of past plague,
Would Shape,
Would Define,
Would Make,
Us.
Before Frederick Douglass crossed the roads to freedom,
And showed his light shine bright
Everyone says two is better than one
A couple of treasures is greater than none
They say, "You're so lucky, you can do both"
encouraging, empowering, influencing my growth
Your caressing fingers wrench back my
Unforgiving stubble
Like a cursed tiger
Pushing back the blades
Of barren grass
As he prowls, hungry for the
Almost inocent prey.
If I could teach girls It would make them realize That wearing flashy clothes Does not make you a target of harassment.If I could teach girlsIt would make a differenceThey would be able to stand up for themselvesKnowing that when they get olderThe
Negritude…
A conceptual ideology in the tenets of humanity
A construed solidarity in a common black identity
Abstruse in such arcane a concept?
As I lay in my room,
I am assaulted by memories,
neither good nor bad--
but able to cut through me and make me shake.
Next door, I hear her,
quietly moving about and laughing,
The world would be a much better place if we were all color blind
If people thought with their hearts instead of their eyes
If just because of who we are didn't make us an "other"
Your skin so soft. Your love so hard.
I am forever a student of your teachings.
and until your last breath
I will love you.
and forever after.
Words could never do your beauty justice.
Sometimes I dream
That I will see them again
My momma
My poppa
But when I wake
All I can see is darkness
I do not breathe in air
This is pure musk that fills my lungs
The life of the innocent is taken by the sinner... They said "Black skin, wild hair, how could they not be barbaric? For these chains all men, now and future, will share it. No peace for man.
As the wind whips within my face. The cold sharp agonizing pain brings memories of disgrace.
For too long, anxiety and depression have been the rulers of my life.
A ruthless king and his queen, with faces of iron and eyes of flame.
Trauma is the groom, waiting for PTSD, his soon-to-be wife.
(oh, politics)
are you only for adults?
the world is filled with children
who can't even voice their own opinions.
you raise us to be independent
you raise us to be proud
The Yellow Jacket zips up to its neck
The fly should be zipped down but its attracted to the fruit of our neglect.
The Arch hive patterns the nature of all respects
But Guerilla warfare hides behind evolutionary concepts.
I used to have dreams.I would fly in the sky a whole bunchor I would meet fantastic characters only my head could imagine
We hide the smoke that lights the vicious days
As tree tops block heat by burning green leaves.
I raise my head and bring my hands to pray
For the forgiveness from what He perceives.
The dry fine dust soflty blows
Thirstily the parched sage survives
The vultures feed on starved crows
Its breathtaking how the wild thrives
The hot day cools to a freezing night
My mind races,
Screaming to be heard.
But the words blur,
The sentences trickle away.
My jaw clenches shut,
And my mouth turns to desert sand.
A lump invades my throat,
It’s your birthday
Again
And this year, I won’t wish you a happy one
Because you never made me happy
Because I know it’s time to sever the tie
You can no longer be my lifejacket
forthcoming opposition is a blessing.
you should be worried when you're not sure
when the attack will start
the echoes of malice are a blessing.
you should be worried when the whispers of hatred
I never grew up with the gardens of flowers and fairies.
The sunbeams dodged me with as much vigor as the raindrops aimed for me.
My garden was full of broken walls, debris from the joy I once felt.
The night before it happens,
he brings me flowers.
Irises, pale purple center
framed by deep violet.
My favorites.
It is no special occasion,
the gesture all the more
thoughtful
because of it.
I always knew at last this time would come
When lost is that from which my love derives.
No longer shall I hear the horn and drum
Which waving hand to quickest tempo drives.
The planets are elusive
to such things as I.
Magnanimous majesties
Named after deities,
How could they have time for me?
Gliding all over the place, draped within space
Never being good enough,
Not good enough for earning the right grades,
Feeling like I can't reach for my goals in life.
Why do I feel this way?
Everything I do isn't good enough,
mind is on hold
heart is in fast-forward
words were once all I needed to hear
now I need a proclamation
a declaration from you to me
make me your everything
desire at will
your power, your love
I sat there
Unworried, stress free
Or in other words calm and collected about the whole situation
Determined, expecting
Looking past the affection
Only concerned about our connection.
Sitting in the fifth grade,
Poems were a drag.
Does broccoli rhyme with celery?
It's shaped like a handbag?
I know it was annoying,
But it really helped me write.
I was creative, yet realistic.
Even flowers that give the sweetest scent
Must one day wither away.
But will you remember how strong they stood
Before their ultimate decay?
The future seems full of many days
Time, a crazy concept in this world
Just a piece in a jumbled puzzle
A piece perhaps needed for the big picture
Important? Yes.
Blinding? That too.
Time to grow
Tic' toc'
Time to marry
In Winter my heart did weep. Oh, how it broke in two! And how horribly that wound seeps, And oh it ached for you. And when summer came to rise, My heartached and I cried, "what a shame I'm not to wise." "Why so naiive?" it sighed.
What to write?
In a second
A resurgent flow
Ideas abstract
Yet overwhelming
The force of the Tiber
Powers the pen
Sinks the mind
Drowns the doubt
A river of thought.
In the freezing snow,
The snowflakes fall from the sky;
Covering the ground.
The sun is burning
In the flamming summer day.
Water drops are cool.
The planet turns green,
There is no sound.
She’s sitting, lying in her bed,
And she just stares at the ceiling.
I speak to her, I tell her I love her
And she squeezes my hand.
There is no sound.
There is no sound.
She’s sitting, lying in her bed,
And she just stares at the ceiling.
I speak to her, I tell her I love her
And she squeezes my hand.
There is no sound.
So young with highs as sharp as mountain peaks,
and lows deeper than the bottom of the sea.
The flashes of emotions were killing me,
and the pills were not healing me.
In my head there were bits and pieces
What am I to you?
Don't I cry and hurt like you?
Don't I feel like you?
Aren't I someone who aspires?
Or
Am I just what you own?
Am I what you disregard?
My grandmother told me of a place
Where she played as a kid
She never said how she found it
But it’s gone now
Plant the public’s view
in a garden
where color peeks through the foliage,
where men stop and smell the roses,
the hemlocks,
the long locks.
Where I sit
buried by the roots of my scalp,
If you hear the word “radium,” do you think of Marie Curie,
Of the thousands she saved by radiation therapy,
Of a woman who died for the love – in the name – of science,
Don't not look at them in the eye,
To them it is a hostile attempt.
Greet them with a bow,
Heads down, eyes averted.
Then walk away in terrorized silence.
A man in war uniforms shouted,
We are just growing up, that’s all.
As she tries to recall,
She stares into the mirror and sees,
A person at unease.
She wonders how she became like this,
having trouble finding true bliss.
Creep into her mind and look at the world through her glass eyeCreating her own pathCautiously not stepping on the flowersShe spoke with her mouth but it was Styrene's tongueWhen she used her words as the daggers
You had a bad relationship,
and try to put it in the past.
You think that you’re okay,
but the memories seem to last.
You have nightmares and bad thoughts,
that never seem to end,
a little girl
lost behind the skirts
of four beautiful sisters,
quiet amongst the charming laughter
and razor-sharp wit,
unbalanced by the deep minds
and spectacular intelligence,
I am a someone and not a something.
I am derived from irreplaceable queens.
I hear the war cries in my heart ring
and when I bust through walls I hear them joyfully sing.
Who's your mama? Does she have glowing brown skin and dark brown eyes? Is her waist a little thin and her hips a bit wide? Do you get warmth from her hugs and see love seep through her eyes?
When in all despair, I go there
Waiting in the wings
Where heart will soar and spirit fly
Waiting in the wings
All goes dark on the scheduled mark
Waiting in the wings
Why do you do this,
it makes me so sad;
I wish I could tell you.
how much it makes me mad.
You don't listen to me,
even when you're wrong;
It tears me apart,
and I never feel strong.
I was not witness to a father who beats,
I was witness to a father who cheats.
I never said a word, I kept it all in,
I still wonder if doing that was my greatest sin.
My mother went on not knowing the truth,
Your vibe I feel inside deep through my eyes, suprise, I rise, the soul flies like a magic carpet ride, all
the lies dies, as a woman like you becomes wise. For you special, beautiful like a rose petal, tender to
what happened to our worldwhat happened to ours boys and ours girlswhat made them look down at the people in their phonesinstead of the ones the ones in their homes
A little girl built a mighty fortress,Words.
Of complexity and undeniable eloquence,What she hoped to be inside.
Evolution
The world was vast and wide
The land and ocean as one
The sky so clear at day and night
Able to see what the big bang had done
Evolution
Do you see that being black is a state of mind?
That we have moved beyond the whips and the chains,
and have moved on to the place where everyone is kind.
But wait.
Everything good is white.
What did giving up ever solve
The sadness, hate and woe
Never seeking the future, to evolve
The potential inside you don’t know
Seasons don't change when there's ice in your veins.
I am a victim
A sweet target with barely bitten skin torn by life's fangs.
I am forgotten
I light fire against chrome but his reflection hasn't a name.
Sweet watermelon juice drizzles down my chin
As I sit on an old park bench.
The sun beams down brightly on the grass,
Illuminating each and every single blade.
The Choices You Make
Doesn't matter what the press says And show the world your beliefs
Theresienstadt:
Ghetto/Camp/Hope for Better Fate
Model ghetto
Long ago in the old folk’s place
A boy with innocence on his face
Came to knock on the gated door
The man behind it saw a child there
With blue eyes and mussed blonde hair
I had zits.
I have zits.
We all do, it just comes with being a teenager. And just like zits, that awful “I’m not beautiful” feeling also comes with being a teenager.
Let me tell you how a heartcan unravel its heartstrings,slowly and painfullyand almost certainly bloody.Medical books and romance novelsalike are written on how ancienta conscious the heart is, a veined
The typical words of pain, hurt and shame
are the emotions that are commonly phrased
by every teenager's thoughts who are all the same.
These feelings, thoughts that are jumbled up in my brain
Praying mute prayers;
Prayers of which God refuses to hear.
Speaking life yet swallowing death whole.
Hell's Angel.
Not in JET yet a true beauty.
Not disfigured but with a figure that's crippling.
She made me cry.
She left a scar.
She hurt me every way possible.
She didn't mean to.
She didn't mean not to.
She still did.
(poems go here)You took my hand
And you held it so
So close I didn’t see
I didn’t see the real me
You took my hand
And you took me in
Into the forest
Into the wind
You held my hand
It is a filthy charge
for the igniting of our tars
papaya lips taste like
lime
salt
and chilies
parted in popular positions
they speak like a ring master artist
Look! right there , yes..everywhere.
INJUSTICE , i cry INJUSTICE !
tears, it's not fair
we are poor , wheres our hope?
the world is crumbling
everything is dying.
What happened to our beautiful trees?
Under the shower I think about these thoughts.
How
Everybody is trying to be different.
...Which makes no one a part.
Everybody out to get their own. Some people left in the dark.
It’s really sad when someone feels that death is the only to finally find peace.
It felt like I had hit a brick wall when I found out that you had taken your life.
Lost is the lady bee in the apple tree
Drawn to the nature without a mother
Carrying only a bit of poison to protect herself
Looking for the soft petals of security
Everyday I'm expected. Expected to be the solution. Expected to be ready on the count of three. Expected to start a revolution. Expected to agree. The world expects me to accept what comes and what goes. What I can and can't control.
The floetry, the poetry
The words no longer flow like trees
The pain he felt, the more we see
The links of him down to her "v"
The moet she pours up as he
Feels that the love is all she needs
Pretty girls dance across the room
A parade of blonde hair, red hair, dark hair, light hair
Sleek and shiny
Bouncy and fluid
The kind of hair I dream about
Girls bend and sway in the morning sun
O dandelions dancing in the sun,
You frolic and sway under the bright sky,
But only rise up once spring has begun.
I hope that winter passes quickly by
So we can witness your great elegance:
Zero Hour, 9AM.
The ground rushes away from us at untold speed!
Atop this giant rocket-propelled bullet we lift from the very sky itself!
First stage disengaged!
Mother hold me in warm embrace,Gently cradle my delicate skin,Caressed by your loving winds.Touch my lips with petals,Soft flowers of maternity love.
Plan the necessary steps to get closer to your goal. Emerge from a bad experience only looking at the situation as a lesson instead of a mistake.
I am leading a half-real life full of adventures and written words.
My life is as fragile and vibrant as these cut out pages but I hold my spine straight with my soul proudly printed and displayed.
She is pretty
One eye is
Just a bit greener
And she has
A beauty mark
Next to her lips
That’s hidden
In the crease of
Her smile
Because she’s almost always
Smiling.
The "Road" ahead was chilling,
but my willpower was high.
My goals, if God be willing,
Would stretch up to the sky.
In seeming despiration,
I watched it slip away.
Shall I Compare Thee
Shall I compare thee to a bright star.
Thou art more beautiful and more bright.
Thank you for not being around
Thank you for letting me see how amazing my mother is
Thank you for making me feel as though something was missing
Thank you for not being there.
I miss you in the little things
In the way your spirit danced across the stage
Always so eager to play a part away from the harsh reality of your life.
In the way you refused to pick a side:
The voices inside my head keep calling my name
Making me look around thinking I'm going insane
I try to ignore them but they find their way back in
If this is war I don't think I'll win.
I write to let go
I write to say no
I write to be heard
I write to hide behind written word.
I write for my freedom
I write for my soul
I write for my heart
I write for the polls.
I am the poet
Full of pain
Full of dreams
Full of desires
The page is my escape
The words are my children
I fill them with bittersweet thoughts
until they can no longer take it
Snow falls on the ground
Blanketing the land in white
Bright, cold, uniform.
Snow melts and flowers
Rise up tentatively from
The newly freed earth.
Flowers fall and leaves
I’m alive,The sensory tips of my fingers help me feel free.The tiny particles of air,Smaller than we could ever fathom,Throwing the tiniest of punches at my armAs they whip by at a speed of 50 miles an hour Out in the open air,My skin flutters.I a
I write for you.
I write for me.
I write for everyone.
Hundreds of thoughts run through my mind,
Some bad some kind,
But I write both down to save my peace of mind.
I write to remeber the good times,
Forced to grow older, learn and become better. Over loaded with pain and anger, you have to keep pushing and try to avoid danger. When its time to finally call it a day, you sit on your bed with too much to possibly say. Frustrated and feeling
I could feel myself start to change
Becoming something that was deranged.
My heart raced, even skipped a beat
As I surrendered, admitting defeat
Here comes the pain
And as it started, so did the rain
Maybe you know or maybe you don’t,But you are the single most important person in my life,And I really appreciate you,Though sometimes I might not seem to show it, Know that I do.
Are you that someone, to tell me I’m pretty
Are you that someone, to tell me your better than the world,
Are you that someone to say, pick your head up because it’s not worth it
On words alone, you taste faith.
On belief alone, you see the ageless.
On lie alone, you feel nothing real.
On truth alone, you hear a song.
On visions alone, you are the fake seer.
I am young girl living in a confused world.You see. I can be happy at times, but the devil comes in and defeats me at times.Negativity comes in,people bringing me down to the point where I break down.
Hey Dylan,
I’ve been here for you for a while now.
But for 19 years straight, you’ve been nothing but a villain.
Your love toward me, you disavow.
I didn’t do anything to deserve this.
With each puff,
As the heat rises,
people let go of one of their disguises.
The temperature will soar,
and one’s wild side will wage war.
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.
Can't decide between what's wrong
or what's right
Confused about what to do about everyone around me
I have found true love from someone who cares
Feeling trapped because of grief
What does being black really mean?
Is it what's being represented on TV?
Does it relate to a status quo,
or what you truly know?
Isn't it just the pigment of one's skin,
He is slow moving smog
poisoning everyone around him
constricts their breathing
A willow canvasing the ground below
creating a barren desert beneath its branches
blocking all sunlight in its path
There’s a shopping cart in Wheeler Hall.
I really don’t know what it’s doing there.
Why even bother pulling it up the stairs?
But all the same,
I wonder if that’s the kind of education we get here.
Love is Universal
Its ecceptance for the things
That make us diffrent
Not change who we are to suet others
But living so others see who we are
Its not use, bending out lights
The words I hold back, Are the qualities that you lack, You want me to be ther for you, But your why when you are so rude, I wanted you to be that man for me, but I was to blind to see, You had another woman in our bed, Enough said, You are a sold
(poems go here)
Mesmerized
The day you’re staring back into my eyes it will be through your TV.
A beautiful monster is whom you’ll see
Acting so viciously you’d think I was a bee.
My world flips upside down,
and my mind gets mixed up.
I get accused of having an attitude 24/7.
I HATE THAT!
I know when i have it,
and most times i dont,
but when i tell them...
In the sixth grade my eyes were opened.
Poetry became a powerful and wonderful
form of expression.
It seemed to ooze out my brain
like warm, chocolate syrup.
I matured through broadening
You are being sweet with me again, almost as if you were flirting.
It’s bizarre when your mood changes from brotherly bickers to a courting gentleman.
I can’t let go.
Every time I’m ready to move on, he pulls me back.
A Venus Fly Trap is what you are; always luring and tempting.
But whenever I fall for it, you rob me of everything and dispose the remains.
What does poetry mean to me?
It is written not by the pen but by the heart
Likewise, it is seen not with the eyes but with the heart.
Fire, light, inhale.
Breathe, obsorb the poison.
Deep breath, obsorb the smoke.
Feel The Addiction Take Over.
Breathe, obsorb the pain.
Deep breathe, obsorb the cancer.
Feel The Addiction Take Over.
Words and actions are two separate things, but both you need to discover somethings. Like who's in your past, or what will be future. You can't just say and expect them to know; you can't just do and hope it'll show.
Sides are picked, muskets raised
Grey and blue, wool blood stained
The Union must stay intact, but
Brother versus brother are being attacked
In the end, all people are free
We buy our sterotypes off of tv subconsciencely we feed our ignorance without a black face and watermelon red lips but with a pretty face and round ass we've become americas number one pupets our sistahs aunties and mothers have been degraded to o
Oh when the drugs wear out and the crash kicks in
painful glares pierce through yout thick skin
and it all comes down to who you are with in
not who you try to be, just to fit in
A fool, a joke.
I didn't know what else to expect.
I thought he was cool
And now everything's been wrecked.
you are my father:
you are the curl of my hair
tight and dark, swept about my scalp like
corduroy scraps or
crushed velvet.
you are my bird-legs knock-knees
flesh and bones.
Sky's of gray turn to starless nights and solemn whispers by the wind are heard
leaves change from green to viberent yellows, oranges, and reds then grass fades to mute browns
My problems are on the rise like the bubbles in an aged bottle of champagne
A myriad of curses, issues, and a cacophony of damn pain.
Gluttonous consumption of pain and other drugs and chemicals
I'm the same as them all,
yet so different too.
On the outside I'm whole:
nice enough,
pretty enough.
But on the inside I'm broken in more pieces than two.
Dances in on fairy feetGives rosy cheeks little kissesBy gently touching each face with loveIn a cold, barren wastelandAnd then flies away on wispy, delicate wings...
They could take our names,
They could take our skin,
Our hair,
They could take our lives,
And everything that made us
Human.
But they can’t take our faith.
They bond we have,
Screams,
Shouts,
As the black smoke fills the heavy air.
Families ripped apart,
“boys and men to one side—
Women and girls on the other”
Repeated day after day.
No food,
No water.
Here,
Into the den of the wicked blackbird
and past my less fortunate peers,
I arrived in an orchard humming with growth
and the beauty I no longer possessed.
I would love to say I love you and love for you to say it back,
but I would hate to say I love you and have your feelings back track.
Feelings is just a state of mind and the heart has no limits,
Hundreds of years have passed in thee,
Not only by white but the red shed with scream.
We fight for our freedom and now it's my turn.
I am the future of this place.
Relationships are hard, and relationships are tough.
They test you and wear you down,
and lately this patch has been rough.
To express the entire entity of who I am I write.
I write for the fact that living in this world of a billion people
I stand alone with a voice stifled and unheard.
I want to make things.
Beautiful things.
I want to paint the world with starlight and glass,
luster and life.
The crash of an ocean wave soaked in vivid reds and blues.
Everything goes on, moving and flowing. Never stopping. I think and breath, so let me break free. I'll fall and stumble, and pick myself up. I will be fine. All will be well, so let me go, loosen the grip, let me breath.
When you feel like the weight of the world is on you,
I'll be there to help you out.
'Cause I want to take away the pain and show you that there’s more than
These little things haunting and hurting you.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Says the ticking clock.
Spiraling through day in day out,
What if memories stop.
How long before forgetting becomes a familiar thing.
Fading faces, fleeing places,
(poems go here)
Spinning, spinning, spinning
The ride won't stop
Everything I've ever known
and has been important to me
has swirled into an array of colors
(poems go here) We hold these truths to be self-evident, that if you are a minority then you are irrelevent. And If you're not using drugs, then you must be selling it. Living in a world, where girls are no longer celibate
Songs after Songs Hurt
Trying to Forget the One
Who Broke What We Made.
Words Cannot Describe
The Pain That I Have For You
You Hurt Me Badly
Green as the grass
Gray as an ass
With a bright day ahead
What a lovely day this is
As nature shines as bright as the sun
Let's be honest
Truthfully, who are we?
How can we keep stepping?
Stepping towards our future one head at a time
What is the meaning of life?
A meaning that could be meaningful or less
Snap, Pop, Crack!
There goes an elbow with one firm grasp.
La la la watching those tears mixed in,
Is water, blood, and all the hope
plus determination flowing from that corpse
Rowing, dipping the oars into diction
Words I refrain from dripping
Onto anything but paper—
In case of them sinking.
I opened my
eyes
To see a world unknown.
Colors dancing
Ideas Singing
Blowing my mind to bits.
I look at the new world
This world where I am
Free
To be
Me.
To imagine
Tell him what you don't want them to hear.
Tell him why you don't live but survive.
Because you know he will always here.
He will be there as long as you live.
Pelicans dive deep,
Dolphins glide through the smooth sea,
Living worry free.
Not a cloud in sight,
Hot rays reflect off water,
Lost in paradise.
The fluffy, green grass,
Of the Midwest’s rich soil,
Pads my barefoot feet.
Deer, rabbits, and birds,
In hilly corn and bean fields,
Fill the open space.
I know of an Unknown Place
Called the Warrior's Corner
Where they pave their path with the bodies of Street Soldiers
The Invisible Resistance
Quite easy to miss when one is standing right in front of it
This is my hair
It flows free and true
Can you feel my tresses?
They speak the truth, do you?
This is my pride, black & true.
Flowing ever freely, do you?
This is my hair haiku.
A bully is someone who uses
Insults, violence, fear, or manipulation
To get what the bully wants
Or just to put down those around them.
I choose my words because of their freedom
the freedom they fought for
they fought for me.
I, too, am a warrior
my weapons are my words.
They are sharp and shocking, smooth and soothing.
Asians can't drive, and Mexicans make trouble. You will get shot by a black man who will rob your home and steal your vehicle. All Mexican immigrants are illegal. Asians can't speak English to save their pathetic little lives.
THIS ONE IS FOR ME: WE NEED TO GIVE OURSELVES A LITTLE LOVE AT TIMES.
Came home from an exhausting day on the job
Dogs barking greeting you we step in the hood.
everybody knows anybody
My Mother seems so far away from me,
On that beautiful white shore across the sea.
Yet I remember love’s soft glow upon her face,
And the feel of her touch and tender embrace.
ink smeared onto palms touching
smelling of slight rust and the ever present sweat
sweat off of a workers back who comes home to find what?
his wife sitting watching ellen asking questions
why are you so tired?
I am looking for a long-term fulfilling relationship with Music.Primal in beat, with ascending crescendos of melodyPassionate in rhythm, emoting steady confident surety
They devoured her
They saw her with greedy eyes and decided to feast
They came upon her suddenly
She in all her glory
They covered in deceit
Wove illusions of inspired beauty
And stole from her
In desperation,
I leave words carved
into IHOP napkins
and left on nightstands.
I would carve into the western
cedar, but my pen
is dull. I leave
with words dripping
down the hall in carbon-
As I kicked the tiny, gray pebble in the street, walking home from the park, all I could think about was the fact that I needed to get home right away.
What is it about planes, trains, boats, and cars that becons me so?
Why when I book that ticket to a far off land my hear is heigher then a jet plane?
A teenage girl cries in her bed
"You're going to hell," the message read.
Is it a sin to be in love?
What makes you think you're that much above?
Show me where in your holy book it reads
Raw Emotions
can
spill
onto a page
without making a
sound
Which brings the greatest sense of freedom (I’ll ever allow)
‘Cause some things should
Never
be spoken (aloud)
all my pain and worry sides in this place
me not in your arms is between us space
after you hurt and used me
to be my self i cant be
but slowly im learning to move on
in what seems to be a con
I see faces each day
The same faces that pass by the same way
Nothing, nothing is all I say
My lips quiver but my voice is nothing but a weak mocking squeak
If I knew what my ancestors were like.
If I knew which ancestor I take after the most.
That's what I have always wanted to know.
I refuse to put my hair up this week.
I have bruises on my neck and throat and shoulders.
It hurts, oh God it hurts.
Emotions swirl in my head like a never ending stom cloud overhead. I'm sad, happy, mad, humbled and so many others as life's accomplishments and defeats pass threw like rain.
I hate you!
No I dislike you very much.
All the lies you told,
filled my heart with no trust.
Nothing but anger, fear and abuse;
I can't help you have relationship issues.
I write because it free's me, from all the pain and agony that's concealed deep inside of me. I write because that's how people listen to me not physically but emotionally.
Desensitized to failure
ignorant of the phrase "give up"
stubborn as hell
as driven as flame
on a dry, windy day
to speak
is to listen
to cry
is to feel
to yell
is to echo
Growing up in a home with a single mother.
Role model for my sisters inspired by my brother.
Holding on to hope by a thread discouraging thoughts in my head.
What are the can do's when you're telling yourself "YOU CAN NOT"?
When I look at my reflection
I see a strangers face in shame
this image doesn't help my pain.
My shattered heart can beat no more.
I must keep in these bitter tears.
Where is the light in this darkness?
My parents always told me to further my education,
But they never told me that people wouldn't accept it
They told me to love other,
But they never told me they wouldn't love me
Living in a world that's so unfair.
People think you have it all, so they sit back and just stare.
But little do they know,
The kid with big heart got a battered soul;
Today I take a stand, I take an oath I make a promise, to be the best woman that I can, dignified, untainted, and honest, I will be what God defines me as, instead of a product of my past, so I hold fast to what God says about me, forgetting what
As I crawl between the empty crevices of his arms,
I lay against him and my cold body feels a rush of warmth.
My hands start shaking,
And all I can do is smile as his eyes stare deep into mine.
"Just hanging out with a friend, Honey”
he said, with his back turned to us as he spoke lovingly
to his wife
who sat miles away, on that set of islands we call our Motherland,
on the other end of the phone line.
I’d be leaning against a thick tree,
staring off into the green with a film of sweat across my lip
and the smell of dinner slipping across the field
mixed with the settling of the freshly-mowed grass.
Shakespeare was full of himself
About every other sonnet he sings
About the beauty gazed upon forever
All because he himself made the writing kinda clever
I don't know what to do
This blade ain't workin' for me
Alcohol only makes it worse
I'm poppin' these pills like candy
I feel so unwanted
I am so lost
I feel so forgotten
Asphalt never looked so soft
The theatre is all I know and love.
I pour my pain into a role, hoping it will cease.
But it never does.
It's a curse to be an actor.
It's not glamorous. It's not happy.
It's not fame. It's not money.
Will you still love me when my locks have turned gray
My dark skin losing texture inevitable as my ashes to one day fly with jays
As the ticks of the clock refuse to stop you'll join me one day
War is not a thing it is an emotion
It was what is told across the oceans
The truth - world is so much bigger
So much more beautiful and wide.
Not understood in the time that abides.
In the field where we once played,
Fairy flowers softly swayed,
But when breeze and blossoms met,
Like false friends, they fell away.
So did all my dreams for us
When a whisper slayed our trust.
Often, in unmemorable moments
when life is nearly normal,
I glimpse your features
in the face of a stranger;
hear echos of songs
we sang together;
smell your familiar fragrance
Why I write
To let the pain all out
The sleepless nights when I wasn't thought about
Kick off the pedal stool when I had something to say
Made fun of because what I wore that day
Do you write because you
like the way that people look at you
when you say, proudly,
I am a poet
or is it because there is a girl
or a boy (or anyone)
in your life that you
want to hear your insides,
Dude!
Come on, listen
As I’m speaking carbon is being emitted
But no you don’t care
And no you’re not hearing me
And if you can’t see all this pollution
Then you’re obviously not seeing clearly
Early on a Monday, I sit in my desk.
Mrs. Kohlman is pacing at the front of the room.
I look at the handout, laugh with the rest.
She tells us there will be a poem due soon.
Handing out paper, filled with excitement
If never a pencil had graced my hand,
How would I know myself?
A mirror, while great and grand,
Could never pierce beyond my eyes.
So silent is their murky stealth.
Innocent.
Such a connotation,
as if there is only
innocent
and
guilty.
Guilty of what?
Of love?
Of curiosity?
Of experience?
Does it matter that I have
been loved before you?
As the moon swells from still waters below
The sky turns a dark indigo
Yet another calm night has granted us rest
And blest are those who soundlessly sleep
I could blend in.
In the background.
Up against the wall
Slip myself in between the paper and the plaster
Beside the tile lining the bottom of the wall next to the cabinet
And smile.
time stands still as I take a seat
as I feel my hands shaking
the passion running through me
my heart is racing
this simple thought in creation
this never ending tune
this pattern
this urge
(poems go here) Liberal, conservative
Left-Wing, Right-Wing
Democrat, Republican
Twisted wrong
Stepped over upon
I glare up to see
While on the ground
I see myself
To be the one
Who tortured me all along
And I now see
What wrong
I've done to myself
Politicians have made their career of public service
into an unjustified disservice
through decisions that have been delayed
or have still to be made
for we are the center of a joke
that has made us broke
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of direction, hindering their escape.
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of direction, hindering their escape.
The words swim through my mind.
They flutter like butterflies in the wind
Then crumble like the ashes of a fire.
A beautifully worded line
Falls apart, rewritten and thinned
Destroyed in an inky funeral pyre.
shove it into a corner and push it away
the voice that eerily chimes his name
Squeeze your eyes shut and leap away-
you can't face another day
run through a corridor- frozen in time
Going down a broken path;
You wonder how long it will last.
You're blinded by the dark that's surrounded you
And you're not quite sure what else to do.
Denial.
That was the first reaction.
Frozen: in a dead-locked stare
with a fluorescent, empty bottle.
Panic hit me like a whip across the face.
The impartial grooves and ridges
of my body would not tell me any lies.
I don't want to put names to these thoughts
because if angry wasps can sting, they will.
I am tired of the attack--and redness--
I was sitting there screaming inside
I felt so alone, like I was being pushed around
By the oceans tides.
I couldn’t even make a sound.
I needed an outlet for my escape
As it offered no true freedom.
The darkness encircled me. The pain, overwhelming.
The way that we used to be, Babe, its disbanding.
The flowers and cards. Love notes and smiles.
Babe, everything's hard. Now, it's defiled.
Trees fall and the wind blows
Dead cigarettes fall as the smoke blows
Alienated trash with nowhere to go
The world wanders with nowhere go
Maybe life goes on, even with you gone,
Maybe this is how it's supposed to be.
Like sunshine you'll follow me wherever I go
Even through the fog and the cloudy days.
The rumbling of the drums to the
gathering of the clans are
where we began.
Mothers and fathers together as one
uplifting their precious child.
Culture, visions, and lives all destroyed
We say we want to die
yet we look both ways before crossing the street
and our hearts speed up if a stranger is too close behind us
maybe this is because we want to die
on our own terms
slitting our own wrists
“If the world was my classroom, what would I teach a girl?”
I would teach her to always be herself,
No matter what the world says,
“If the world was my classroom, what would I teach a girl?”
Our life is Fragile, our life is short
So when life took you I didn't know where to go
I found myself visiting the places we’d been
Reminiscing of the times you stood next to me
The more I remembered the more I cried
It used to be
lying across the backseat, eyes tight,
feeling the turn onto your street and up the driveway,
hearing the hum of the garage and the whispering;
pretending to sleep
As I slowly count the clouds float across the lifeless clear blue sky
I see the distress grow in her eyes.
It consumes all the she sees.
Everything she had vanished
Gone, in a heartbeat.
No tears relieve the suffering
that’s kept hidden from the world.
I wish tears would cure the problem,
and yet I know they never will.
Some days I fall and the rivers flood
as I question, when will it go away?
Yes, he lost the election
But the scary part
is
apparently 47 percent
of my fellow Hoosiers
think it's cool to say
God wanted you raped
and vote for him anyway,
which makes me think
I.
Her face has traces
Of dots she can’t erase,
Her image dissatisfies her
So much that she
Smirks at her own
Reflection.
II.
I. Flamed. Amazement.
That is, I would have done so,
If water were flame.
If the rain could burn,
I would be a fiery sea,
Rising from the sky.
Coal black attacks like razor knives,
And grips and rips your dreams good-bye.
It calls your name—oh countless lives
Have no known clue what myst’ries lie.
The mem’ries of my long lost friend, who took
Me out of my woeful misery, fled
Into the unknown, leaving words unsaid
A mystery. I would constantly look
Back at the past, picturing the blue book
The night sky is as innocent as a daytime cloud
To nature this is understood to nature this is sound
However, we are enveloped by a mindset quite more diverse
Our minds are blinded by sight, oh what a curse
In a world of Bigs
Live the littlest of all,
With the biggest of hearts
yet are just this much tall
They've been asking me my whole life what I want to be when I grow up
After 20 years, I still have no clue,
But I know what I want to be like, and who,
He laid there in his bed
Motionless, clinging to life by one single thread
His memories reflecting through his eyes
If only he had the chance to give one last goodbye
So tired and broken, frail and worn out
)My freedom is not free
Others who came before me
Worked for what I have
Not to be taken for granted
I am standing firmly planted
My eye is on the prize
Freedom is not Free
A friend
Is someone who will always be there for you
Will cheer you up when you are feeling blue
Helps you when you need helping
Hears you when you are yelping
Holds your hand while you cry
My two bare feet standing, moving throughout the small kitchen.
Sounds of pans being placed on the counter, spoons in metal bowls
The fridge opening and closing, the timer of the oven beeping and the mixer running.
Everyday I wake up,
I wake up with a weight on my shoulders,
The desire to be great,
or be the next successful story,
I see the pain of my mother,
the way she worked her butt of just for me,
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Knock you out faster than Muhammed Ali
Because the situation in this nation
requires some retaliation, vindication and education.
I’m looking at a generation of girls
who reject the word beautiful.
Who’d rather be pinned against a wall
by boys whose names they won’t remember.
They don’t want to remember.
Girls who are afraid of butterflies
Talk about atrocities in a world of animosity,
focused on the bureaucracy and ignoring the humanity,
the insanity in doing the same thing again,
the worlds fucked now cuz it was fucked then,
These Hateful Hands and its Hateful Heart
A galaxy of thoughts
Rushing through my head
As my trembling, pitiful hands
Sought what was ahead
under the glow of the moon
in the torturous quiet,
the monsters come out to play.
Sadness, Loneliness, Worthlessness, Emptiness.
Hopelessness.
awakened and haunting your mind
like a song on a loop,
In the beginning,
There was a God for all
A fierce parent
Loving and righteous.
But men bent him
In their own image-
A lily-white God with blond hair
Fair and beautiful
And biased.
Down the lonely road does the wind sweep,
in search of a partner that he does not find.
An oak stands lone and tall.
A raven lazily crashes through the wind,
preaching on the solitary oak,
“Being inside you is like having a million conversations that bring us closer together.”
I swear that line will make him famous one day,
but the solace found within can never surmount.
A teacher asked:
What is Death?
And the student answered:
Death
is that state where one
lives only in the memories of others.
Some see it as
a changing into an
indestructible form,
She
Abandoned by those of her conception
A father who rose who was in the house
And she was one of the exceptions
An advantage to raising her fatherless child
Brief in Brevity
Truth and Sincerity’s will
I tremble at cold.
Truer words still be
“Pain is inevitable,”
Suffering is not.
Do you wonder still?
If eyes don’t meet, is there sight?
Unfortunate.
The gym is my Tabernacle,
A place I long for, a place I seek.
A safe haven from all the daily disgust.
The gym is a war against my muscles, A place my sprit is freed,
I.
This man,
though some considered sour,
died from laughter.
II.
A pair of identical twins,
could never tell them apart
so one wonders who got this spot.
Give me your pain
every ounce of it
Drop every single drop into my mouth
Let me taste it
swallow it, consume it
When your pain is in me, you are in me
I am you, but you are not me.
Daddy, Daddy look at me
Watch me as I fly
More and more I’m gaining speed
As I soar through sky
Mommy, Mommy how I see
you below me now
I’ll come and have a looky
When I can swoop down
There once was a man named Ruben Roland,
That lived in the country of Poland.
He was at the age of twenty-seven,
When he made his trip to Heaven.
(In the Future… AIDs only exist to help
In the Future… HIV forgot the E and refers to the residence of bee’s
In the Future… children like Trayvon Martin and Jordan Davis are not murdered because men feel threatened
I.
For the first time in a long while,
I went to my jewelry box, a place
Of cameos and my mother’s earrings,
And took out my necklace of delicate gold
And settled it on my collarbone
there is a time
there is a place
there is a start
there is a pace
for everything
but not the thing
that makes your heart soar
that makes feelings grow
that makes time slow
We start out new,
innocent to the world,
free to become
whatever we choose.
We can make a difference
and stand out in the crowd,
and pave a way for others
who have a similar shroud.
I am sick
I am tired
I’m as bored as can be.
My nose is so runny
it could win a mile race.
My eyes are so watery
I’m going to need floodgates.
My back is aching
A man at the store
holds open the door
for a woman of two
and with her arms full.
A child sees this
and runs in the heat
to help an old woman
cross the street.
A woman watching
I hurt inside
turmoil within
but I will not give them the pride
to see me cry on the outside.
demons claw at my stomach
rip open my heart
and I bleed.
but only on the inside
Will you love me?
no
Not now, not ever
Then all is lost
I am different
Special
unique
Is that really so bad?
yes
now go away
Forever
The rain
matches my soul
I fly, sometimes, I really do
In space of endless, sticky goo
And even though this flight is free
I find it hard to be just "me"
Its words and trends trade in my own
For styles and tones of the well-known
We can't wait for it to get here, but when it's here it quickly goes away.
Reality smacks us in the face when we realize we can't hold on to it.
Emotions scare me more then actions
I do not know for sure what you are going to do
But I can try to listen and find out
I cannot know what you are thinking
More than that I have no control over your thoughts
Woman reigns
on her throne. She decides your fate
with the third knuckle of her right index finger.
You kneel before her as she uncrosses her thighs
to stand.
Delilah, with
your head in her lap
Darkness consumed the sky
An ominous fog lightly dusting the forest; there was an unknown lurking
Walking, the crunch underneath my boots tickle my ears
The leaves shriveled from summer to fall
I feel like I'm a million miles away,
running on a road moving in the wrong direction.
Tryin to get to you .....
why do i bother, why do i care?
When all i get is empty words.
Empty arms I run into
Birds are free.
They soar the skies endlessly.
I can only feel recognition for the one in the cage.
Alone and depending on the hand that feeds it.
I'm the one locked in the cage
My only crime is my religion,
So my sentence is severe;
They’ll declare the death penalty
To my presence on this hemisphere.
They say I’ll have an impartial jury,
In this Land of the Free,
The journey comes, but does it stay along the narrow road we've paved? Among the parcels we've destroyed of memories we've once enjoyed? Too soon to tell, too late to change, come join me on this escapade.
I am.
I am athletic and smart.
I wonder how high is the sky.
I hear the crowd scream as I enter the dome.
I see the defense in man to man zone.
I want to be the best in the NFL.
Heavy hearts filled with heavy stones,
We try to walk tall against the pain,
Thrashing in thick mud as we tread along,
the fog is smug and unforgiving,
clouding our vision.
Stupid me? Shame on me?
I thought you were telling me the truth when you said that you love me.
We Once lived in a country America the Beautiful.
Full of hope and Full of dreams.
Built on pride and built on the strength of the men and women who believed.
Once a country full of prosperity and passion.
DO you CHOOSE you're own path or does FATE run the show? ..................................HAVE you ever met someone who CHOSE to be BORN with AIDS? .........have you ever met someone who was DESTINED to become PRESIDENT?
Living in poverty is war. Life itself is war, but when you mix poverty and life you get turmoil. Living a life in turmoil should be immoral, but who I am to say this ?
Heart breaks hurt
But sometimes they give you inspiration for some things
Sometimes what breaks you is what will help make you stronger in the end
Heart breaks hurt
When the person thinks it funny what he did
It makes it even worse
It’s like why say all of this to me and treat me like this
My heart might break from things sometime.
But eventually it gets put back together
Sometimes things get put back together with help.
Who knew what would happen when you meet someone
it could turn into great things
it could give you some great memories
it could get you a new friend
it could even get you someone you really like
This year has many ups and downs
But the downs are what put me down
I struggled a lot with the deaths this year
Also school stressed me out
Trying to balance school and work was harder
(poems go here) A quick glance to be blinded by his wealth
A harvest of laud implying desire
Yearning a better life, not just for himself
A heart for the lost is his only admire
Vision entails what God made him to be
Inside the school house
Toward the window she stares.
After the bell rings among her schoolmates she runs,
Through the hallways,
Past the class rooms,
Outside to the warm fresh air.
It is best to be a beautiful fool
When others are being cruel
You should pretend not to see
You should never believe
The truth behind the lies
The truth behind the cries
And stay in a fairy tale
And such was the day,
that America died,
when those who had served, fell, and protected
were shunned by those who they had defended..
I am searching for someone.
Who will love me for who I am.
Not love me for who they want me to be.
My heart is extremely fragile
As fragile as a piece of glass
And I am searching for love
On the outside, I may look normal,
Just like all the rest.
But inside, I am hurting,
My heart tearing in two,
From the voices in my mind,
That tell me what to do.
I can’t escape their orders,
Brothers and sisters, do you believe you are living the right way?
I don’t think so from the looks of the television, what I see on the internet and especially what I see on the streets,
I’m not judging because that my intention
The thoughts are often,
the thoughts are deep,
the feelings are overwhelming,
she can't even sleep;
her wrists are full of cuts,
but her stomach is empty,
when she turns off the lights,
I've driven this road roughly 52 times. I've seen the landscape draped in snow. I've seen the landscape grey and barren But never like this. The sky is being overcrowded with dark clouds All the green stands out in utter brilliance.
I'm frantically moving through twisted halls.
The blank, austerely pure
White
of this labyrinth overwhelms my befuddled mind.
Twisting. Turning. Hallucinating?
Running through the striped tunnel, its a long way.
You can't stop running, that's your life goin on.
But you'll stop, just this once
Turn around. the walls have photos,
frames of your life, glimpses of your past.
There is something unnatural about time.
It crosses some invisible line
Between right and wrong.
It’s too far gone.
It plays by its own set of rules.
Indeed making us the fools.
When it gets spent
I know I never will forget
the way you said I love you.
The butterflies I felt
when you glanced me way
Every gentle word and soft touch
will never be forgotten.
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,
Blood spilt on foreign soil,
Yet in safety far across the sea,
You mock the sacrifice for liberty.
There is always a gloomy day
where you wanna lay in the rain
When you lose someone
a part of you brakes away
There is a man whose tongue is always aflutter,
Off his lips, his words drip like warm melted butter,
The masses cannot resist,
Such awesome, wonderful things he does insist,
Today the man takes the stage,
I never met my sister's biological mother.
Actually, that was probably a good idea--
I hate Her, more than anything.
She cracks a smile
to hide the pain
she pretends to be happy
but it's all just a game
overpowering her laugh
not letting people know she cries
hurting herself
buried in all the lies
the girl you found
Have you seen the girl that shines?
The one that thought she could only shimmer.
She holds her head up to the sky.
And her eyes; you can see them glimmer.
I fear for the future and what it may become
for I am lost in a time warp and fight to not succumb
to fall into the pressures of what society wants me to see
to trade in my morals and dignity...that's what they want me to be.
I fear for the future and what it may become
for I am lost in a time warp and fight to not succumb
to fall into the pressures of what society wants me to see
to trade in my morals and dignity...that's what they want me to be
Childhood slipping, youth wasting
First fruits of decay, tasting
Adolescence waving, maturity calling
Time doing its duty, unstalling
Death to birth, we wish, we cry
But age to age, we live to die
Why can't I think of something to write?
I've been at it day and night,
But nothing really comes to mind.
The Muse of late's been most unkind
In leaving me in this irksome plight.
Season of relation to the sun
With a clear blue ocean from above.
Sandy shores become filled with fun
As stars shine brightly like those in love.
A heat that penetrates through the night
What does the sunrise look like,
To someone headed west?
One who cannot turn round,
Nor take one glance behind.
First a pale glow,
Reflecting off the valleys low;
Followed by the sweet chirping
(poems go here) It’s three in the morning, and I’m wide awake.
I can hear the wind whispering outside my window,
But I can’t hear the secrets it tells.
I get out of bed and head to the park,
Getting good marks in exams makes one happy
Eating ice creams makes some happy
Splurging money on shopping makes others happy
Our parents become happy to see their children happy
Long passed are the four-score and seven years of our nation's founding.
Not so distant was a time of our dominance.
A time was not so long ago were we the world's sanctum.
Relief.
That sharp sting lasts a second.
The vein inflates.
A hum of anticipation.
The cello winds through the body,
seeping through the eyelids
and turning an eye blind.
The piano means no harm.
Over come with sadness my hearts in the air and no one to really share with what is complexing my mind and bottling my eyes confusing my heart to believe I have nothing good left in me nothing but 3 6 spirits left in me minus the 1 spirit God put
How can I hate you so much when I'm told "you are to love your neighbor as you love yourself." But your no neighbor nor are you even a close or distant friend. You not even an enemy , your no threat to me but I hate you with every inch of me!!
What is this thing floating in my ocean?
It bobs with the wave, like a bird
See the way it behaves
It is not alive
Is it a toy for me?
Is it for play?
It smells of the ocean spray
It is different
I can't stay young forever.
I am not Peter Pan.
I am just a man.
Life creeps on
and on,
forcing us to go.
I want to turn back.
Run. Hide. Run. Hide.
But time moves forward,
Awoken.
It was 3:11a.m.
The girl stared off into the darkness.
The dark hallway disappeared beyond the border.
Ring. Ring. Ring
The thought of worry twisted back into her mind.
Everything's changed
But then again, it's still the same
With the loss of a loved one
There are wishes for it to be undone
To be redone over again
With one last chance to say goodbye
A Good Black Man
Our old memories of you
Fly by us fast
And everything we
REMEMBER of u is now in the past
You once told my mommy
If you work she wouldnt
HAVE to work again
A good black man
After a long day nothing is better then sleep, only if the dreams you have, are completely sweet. Some people turn the other cheek, but to me, my dreams, they truly speak.
A journey to imagination,
Where clouds can be yummy marshmallows.
Where light sabers don't need side effects.
Where dandelions are synced dancers.
Where books are endless portals.
The golden chains from which you hang now shine,
And likewise does your golden frame appear,
Enough to so reflect this face of mine
In face I see is gleaming glass this clear.
Every time I hose down the fire,
I turn around to find you throwing gasoline into the embers. Then, you point your finger at me for not being able to completely put out the fire.
You sit back waiting, watching the flames go up
It's funny how it all works
I had it all planned out
We broke up I moved on
I focused on myself and no one else
I bumped into a few strays here and there
But deep inside I knew they were going nowhere
She chose to wander all over and about
but she couldn't find her way out.
It's like she vanished in thin air
but the thing is she was really there.
She was scared that
if she opened the window of light
It felt good
It felt good to have someone call my name
To bring me happiness and play love games
It felt great
It felt great to have a partner in crime
To have a lover to love and a love to call mine
One beautiful woman with a twisted soul, is losing herself by playing her role
She yearns for perfection when looking in glass. She dances in darkness to please the mass
They see a monster, but I see perfection
He saw content, but I saw an injection
Where do I go when I need Protection?
Judgment sees bruises but I see affection
The only thing I'm good at is being banged in bed sheets over the head
Bodies touch emotions would rush but there's none
No passion
no good reason or ration
Just for money to blow, a high rate hoe
Young men keep street corners company, impressionable young women keep those young men warm.
No promise of a home is intended, desperate for opportunity they implode.
Pictures in motion pass through the focused slits of dream catchers
My anatomy teacher calls eyes and
I fight for glimpses of the moving present
Assimilating and spreading the colors as
If the wind could talk
Or walk or move
Disprove past judgement
Because the leaves and trees interpret what the wind is saying
With every rustle is a new tussle between the sun and the moon
Am I my ancestors who fought for freedom
Am I next to the throne of our unclaimed kingdom
Am I the fear, sorrow, hurt or pain
Am I the silver lining after the rain
Who am I?
My Mother's House has all kinds of things,
Things that she loves.
There are paintings and pineapples,
And chairs, and wreaths above.
Her House is full of all kinds of things,
Things that she adores.
Alone, it is a masterpiece,
and it recreates its status.
Forgotten practicality,
Leaves it just a decoration.
So I been alone, left out of this world, without knowing were to go but trying to consider what is left of this world.
I'm not a hero,
but i can save you from feeling worthless.
I'm not a hero,
but i have the power to make you feel important.
I'm not a hero,
but i can save you when you fall.
I'm not a hero,
I’ve got so many pictures and so many thoughts.
Oh I’m so blue, there’s just so much to do!
I’m scrolling towards infinity.
Should I reblog it, queue it, or like it?
Should I post a picture, a video, or a blog?
Hey, You.
Yes, You.
Why are You just standing there?
Green eyes, Black boots,
And that messy brown hair.
Looking at me without a care.
Soft lips, Colorful belt,
Hands on hips. Revengful smirk.
It’s hard to decipher from my head and my heart
Not knowing which one to listen to
It’s like Satan on one shoulder and god on the other
Both persuading you
But which one will I choose
All the excitement killed when you walk through the door
It was built to be such a great time in my life
Eating lunch wherever
Feels like your whole time in high school was supposed to be spent in the halls
Drained.
Life has been drained from me.
Care.
I don’t anymore.
Live.
Something that is getting harder to do.
Be.
Something I just can’t anymore.
Whether I'm real, or whether I'm fake -
One of those choices that you have to make.
Perhaps I'm a joyful moment with friends;
Maybe a killer whose chase never ends.
Tender memories tucked deep in your mind,
To be at the top,
you dont have to be hot.
You may be hot,
but what not?
A lack of knowledge
Knowledge is Power.
The real me is shy,
But not afriad to speak her mind
The real me is weak,
But tries to be STRONG,
The real me can sing and dance,
But just donesn't show it
The real me is smart,
I moseyed onto the desolate sands of the gloomy,
grey water fronts, just pondering the meanings of life itself,
The icy winds were whipping all through the sky,
tearing limb from limb of the misty front,
He smiled cheerlessly, humble pride
His hat in hand as he glanced at the sky
“I think it’s time we said goodbye.”
“So do I,” she lied.
Speak your words to me once more, my darling
So prim, so proper, so rehearsed
Appeasing, but unreachable
Soothing to the ears, but unrelatable
Why protect me, love?
We all know I take as well as I dish
Tender gasoline coats the meadow –
You look half dead half the time, dear.
Children dream of willow fires and –
Why don’t you pick the car up, dear?
Violent burns open you up from below –
I once knew of a girl,
Roaming and young,
Who closed her eyes when it rained,
And envied the sun.
Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe
Along the silver line -
Others twisting, twirling
In daring deeds sublime!
Cautiously a crawler
To unknown world beyond -
Others singing, dancing,
Above the sparkling pond.
It hovers in the lonely dark and wallows in the mind,
Sustaining broken fragments of a hard and harrowed will;
Impelled to life by whispered wailings, of those hearts, unresigned.
The waves crash down on me,
Pushing me down.
My lungs burn for air.
Please put out the fire!
If I surrender,
I can be free.
Down to the darkness,
The black unknown.
The currents make me drift,
This world is filled with many things,
Such as joy, sorrow, and emptiness.
And all these feelings make us feel alive,
But sometimes they make us want to die.
Someone once asked me,
if one day I chose not to live anymore,
and I decided to jump off a cliff
would I prefer to be facing the sky?
Falling hundreds of feet
to my certain death,
not certain exactly when
Together forever
that's the promise you made to me
the shirt that you made even said that we could be
Together forever
yes, we was so in love
no one could tell me nothing
around you i was high like a dove
I don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.
I think.
The taste in your mouth that lingers and trudges, has no adulation for you any longer.
The taste that's withers your tongue and scolds your cheeks shares the same name as I.
Your erotic lips and animalistic eyes
With soft and tender hands,
he gently wipes away the leaves
of a helpless tree
that has shed in the autumn weather,
damaging the trunk and sap.
Evolving with each passing second
in a swaddled cloth.
Changing under the eyes
If they are constantly watched.
But if they are left,
More changes will be seen.
Growth will be more apparent
Individuality
Sits at the table of wonders
With his friends
And eats the androids,
The robots, and the clones.
He doesn’t use his napkin
When he spills the oil.
He likes the way his shirt
Born in the wake of the storm,
she was nurtured by its water
and punished with thunder
and inherited its temper,
striking the innocent
and looming with darkness.
Out of control,
My son:
Brighter in the summertime,
but easier to lose,
as the moisture in the humid air
makes you slip through my fingers.
Such hopes I had for you
to take over the family business.
Rain, rain, that lovely rain.
Tapping on my window pane.
Falling soft or falling hard.
Undescribed by any bard.
Fall it fast or fall it slow,
In the rain I want to go.
Dark rain clouds overhead
Dear Survey,
Should I be the blame of my own brokenhearted pains ?
Is it my fault that I fell in like with the idea that I should be happy with my own beauty enough to share it with another ?
We will never be satisfied.
It is against human nature
To be content with what we have in our lives.
Everyone wants more.
These dreams that I have, they never make any sense.
Dreams at night when my head is on my bed.
Dreams during the day, when my head is on my hand, waiting for class to end.
Why do our minds want such grand things?
Obvious screams bleeding out of my shifting soul.
“Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades”
Alone with my contemplating mind. So Mind Fucked.
My life feels void and full of darkness no matter how far I run to reach the light on the other end
SOCCER player for the world
Midfielder,forward,defener
Players with soccer balls and The Worlds Game
Yelling,Cussingm Shoving
Fields of sweating bodies
Ah Oui! Every-one know Willie, le clown de Paris
Because all kids, and parents, all Negroid,
Caucasians and Mongoloids invite him to parties.
Before you, I had everything planned out.
But the moment you came into my rear view eye sight you grabbed my heart and molded it like play doh into something that could only fit in the palm of your hands
Silent beauty
Fluid grace
Eyes open wide
Head up in space
She speaks of the world
Yet knows so little
And speaks of her pain
emotions brittle
What is a dream?
A dream is like a crime scene,
With evidence thrown about,
Just waiting to be figured out
So many details, clues, hints,
In one little spot.
What am I to do? when everything around seems to fall apart. When those that I love are filled with malice and regret? What am I to do?
That rope that held them together
Through four years of stormy weather
That rope that tied them together
Chaining them forever
Have been severed by his move
The constant Tug-O-War
Something dangerous lurks in the shadows
It’s gangling grotesque figure lets out an eerie cry of warnings
Night after night
Hiding it’s sunburned flesh
It creeps in the shadows
I’m afraid of the dark
No one knows
The affects you have on me.
I don’t know if you would be considered
A passion or a drug.
When im with you I become
Something I wish I could be everyday…
I feel almost super human.
Sometimes I want to dive in to greet the bottom of the ocean floor
Sometimes I want to jump off to see what lies in the concrete.
Sometimes I want to drink because I am curious about what hides at the bottom of the bottle
You said you wouldn’t forget me,
You said you’d always have time for me.
But lately all I hear
Is you making excuses.
You don’t want to remember me,
You don’t want to see me.
I hope to dance in a wide open field
And spin around waiting for the rain to fall;
No wish for an umbrella as a shield;
Waiting for my lover's enchanted call.
I hope to perform In a coffee shop,
It wasn’t always this way.
I remember sitting on the park bench,
Waiting for you to drive up,
So you could take me away from the place I hated.
It wasn’t always this way.
She bangs her head upon the wall
She’ll learn it well or take the fall
Mistakes repeated blindness wield
New before old wounds have healed
Injustice, target, is the claim
But only choices bad remain
You got me hooked one day I least expected.
It pained me first but quickly passed my mind.
Your motives clear, to catch, I read the signs.
Excitement made, reality neglected.
See me at the doorway,
The division between the Dark and the Divine.
Insecurely, I inch toward my Immanuel
While puddles collect at the foot of the Father,
Being bottled up one by one.
My I Am.
As you embark on your journey,
To that world so far beyond,
I think of you with sadness
The girl too young.
Your smile is glued to my mind
When you would shout as you sang.
Why did you go so soon?
I wish that I was what you wish me to be
A girl who follows someone else's dream
To be someone living a different life
Who has things she could easily get
Behold the beauty in your eyes,
And sing me this lullaby.
We dissapear into the night,
To find dreams in our eyes.
She gained it all,
And we lost the trust.
Forever I'm gone,
i turn to see him coming my way
as i wish i could escape,
as i regret not running away.
he grabs my arm,
i flinch away.
i don't need another attack today.
i close my eyes,
he has control.
The first time you looked at me,
I saw something in your eyes.
I instantly thought,
I am going to be your friend.
The day I met you,
We became friends.
The day you smiled,
You made me laugh.
The day you cried,
I felt your pain.
The day you were silent,
I knew why.
He’s with you when you’re living your own Paradise,
Your life driven by your own will and having God’s plan on Paralyze,
Don’t seem to realize your Paradise is really a Pair of Lies,
Life is tough, so full of problems; look everywhere
Pregnant teen girls aborting, drunk drivers crashing
Oppressed children, drug addicts, couples breaking
Prejudiced against Muslim girls with covered hair
A Child Alone
Thinking that they’re grown
But just another soul lost
Victim to the World’s Exhaust
Time is nothing but change
Change comes in different forms
Different thoughts or even feeling
Before becoming a mother life meaning
Was truly unknown but now is known
I could not picture life without
We are the success
of a one-hit wonder.
During our intro,
the beat of our hearts is found.
Strangers tune in to the sound of
our first words on their car radios.
Our chorus plays out as
My memories have disappeared, where ever did they go.
I know I had to start from somewhere, like everyone that I know
When I lost my memories everything seemed so very dark.
I know I had a name once whatever that was.
You never intended to stay with me
You only gave up and ran away
You never listened, it was always your way
I use to imagine how we would be
But I've given up on that silly dream
Six feet under,
Such a small number to be down,
where the sins of the world are kept,
in the graves of the dead that were condemned.
I cry out "why!" and then realize,
Life is but a mere Vapor,
Shhhh! Do not you dare compare him to I!
For he was not born within a skin that does not comply.
I am beautiful, of this I have no doubt,
But this is a fact, not a way to stand out.
I, myself, draw the line.
Neither bounded by chains or by reckless thoughts,
flooded by the ignorance of those unaware of my flow.
Is it the way that I speak which inflicts fear on Man?
The war was caused by visionaries
Looking for a better future,
But one can only wonder -
Was this the society they had in mind?
Their war scarred my people with its devastating aftermath,
city stars twinkle above dragonflies
wet grass flattens under our bodies’ core
the flirty wind plays with us and replies
to questions of bubbles we blew before
he gave me this mug
the love mug.
we called it love
like we were in
forever and always.
so he said.
that was before.
before the things
that cannot be undone
before the lies
The lies and disrespect
Covered up by your embrace
Left me blind but hopeful.
Your voice blocked the harmful fumes,
Leaving me trapped in a cage
—Choking on denial.
although the room is spinning,
your legs begin to shake,
put down the bottle and razor,
this decision you're about to make.
sit down on the bathroom floor,
it's cold and a little damp,
I speak Pythagorean,
Platonic, stars, and shapes,
imparting my knowledge to others.
They love it, and tell me
that I am Minerva, incarnate
highest, uppermost, supreme.
Her toes curl over the weathered wood.
She watches the sun bounce off the waves,
minnows swim peacefully below her.
She looks across the lake,
kids play and splash while botats speed by.
Life, what is it that you cant do to me.
What lessons, what fate is there that you are dying to show me.
My hearts stopped, my mind is froze, my legs are locked so do your worse to me.
Girls in lace dresses
you are precious objects.
Your blossom bursts open to soak up the sun.
You are gazed upon as your fruit hangs heavy.
You are ripe for the picking
turned into a commodity.
It was a tale of two
She was Hip
He was Hop
They met in a frequency
That no other knew of
At a pace so fast
That they left others behind
Since that moment
They stood hand in hand
Yellow lines vanish alongside the road
shortly followed by the white.
Nothing lies ahead on this empty path
but the storm that has overtaken my life.
She's standing there as the leaves begin to fall,
Memories flashing through her head blurring all.
She looks around and begins to see
who it was she use to be.
I’m lost
A simple fact but true
They tell me where to go
But it just won’t do
I want freedom, I want power
But I feel like an ant
Standing next to a tower
I had big dreams
I do realize that everything is not all right.
However, I decided to go with it.
I came to college to get an education.
Even though I’m not doing so well,
I am still getting educated.
I'm dangling on the rail of a hospital bed
Clinging to you and the life you have left and
Somewhere in between hushed breaths and the unnerving hum of the air mattress
I watch the depot shrink as we begin
The sweat now starts to form behind my knees.
The vinyl seats make patterns on my skin.
I look outside and see the moving trees.
We're doing the Lord's word indie this bus
Once I opened a fortune cookie
Inside there was unsurprisingly hidden
A little slip of paper
It read:
“To love and be loved is like feeling the sun from both sides.”
I imagined what that must feel like . . . .
My father had once told me
you'll never know just what you'll be
even with the end in sight
just before the end of night
dont jump too soon, because you'll fall
just hang on tight, fight through it all
I couldn't touch it.
The body, I mean.
I couldn't. Because I knew,
I just knew that the second I did
The supersaturated solution that was my heart
Would crystallize and crack
Into a thousand raw pieces.
Late one night I woke up
climbed outside through a window made of redwood forests
stepped on a cloud and floated down to walk three inches above the ground.
The sky still tasted like hazelnuts
(poems go here) People.. they will never understand
your true feelings...and only expect to see what they want
Is being honest your breakthrough
What difference does it make...
They still consider you the same .
i’m not sure if i like
tea or coffee
fruits or vegetables
cats or dogs
math or reading
running or sitting
tears or laughter
gloves or mittens
Hearing the helicopter all night
woke up the next morning wanting to ride my bike
my good friend just got into a fight
So we head to the streets at the break of daylight
kids growing up wanting to be heard on the mic
I bear the weight of the sky on my shoulders,
The weight of the world, all alone.
My heavy thoughts press down
On my head just like boulders.
The sun rose red above the trees
As light spread across the field
Cropping up across the land
The shadows reluctant to yeild
A man stands guard surveying,
Watching out for morning's light,
How is it these days
That kids are expected to act older,
be mature, grow up sooner rather than later?
How is it that kids are treated like kids,
yet told that they need to be responsible?
Who are you reading curiously this poem of mine?
A hundred years from now?
Shall I be able to explore the websites?
-Warped through the soul of my cellular device-
The faintest touch of a screen bringing happiness
At a young age, maybe seven, I had a connection with the main character of a children's cartoon show, Dexter's Laboratory; both he and I enjoyed the thrill of invention.
Cause if I sit here and think of the fact that you used me, confused me, I’d lose me.
But screw that I don’t think I act, matter of fact I’ll leave so quick you won’t feel no impact.
I hate you!
We never get along
the armies of my territory
attack yours while I try
to win our masters decision.
Let you all understand there is a mask for every face
a character for every place
a style for every pace
what you see is what I show
is it dark or does it glow
for each face you want to know
Human
Complex creatures
That fight to survive this
World full of madness and darkness
'till end
In my defense
(You have none)
I just needed someone to lean on
(For a while, then be done)
It’s not my fault you wanted more
(Told you I wasn’t like her)
And it’s been a year, yeah, I’m sure
I do not understand.
No hello to people on the street.
Keep walking, keep walking
Don’t make eye contact
Shit, are they talking to me?
Keep walking, keep walking.
We are cold individuals.
when we say No
most others consider it an Invite
when we push Away
they all thing we are Pulling
when we Refuse
they ignore our Words
when we voice our Rights
they call us Names
She used to be an innocent girl
But the devil has changed her
Staring in a mirror
The reflection is a stranger
She yells out to God
With tears running down her cheek
Praying to become strong
So today is the day.
It's finally time to say goodbye.
To all the hours,
The ages I've spent here.
This is the place where my friends became my family.
After all the initiations,
And the hours in the sun.
My King has come,
He is a wilderness that cannot be tamed.
Satan thought he can play these games,
But the Father roars and shakes His mane,
and Sin is gone, it has been defeated.
You see, it's never the right time to say goodbye. Maybe on some Chris Brown ish, but with me, I'm looking for what you promised. Your heart, shoulder, knees and toes.
Character
Deep within the focal point of your exterior lies character.
Character yet to be defined,
Character that has ceased to be be intertwined...
Rain.
Each drop of H20 hitting my face
rejuvenating me
Cleaning my soul
Washing me of my sins
Making me realize how I needed this
Cold winds and
rain
Not sure what direction to go
I am here with you in Boston--
where the earth plummets to the gravel to the pearly gates.
Where the holy land is lost.
it's just a necklace
seven dollar find at
Elysium Antiques
a smoothed wooden dolphin
charm, no bigger than
baby fiddler crabs
dangling from a swaying
black piece of string.
You remember the hands
the grip that held you in place
the force he stained in your soul
in your inner grave.
You remember the pain,
how he yelled,
you screamed,
the vulnerability.
Teachers are stupid they make no sense adjectives verbs and present tense. Teachers are stupid they make me cackle no I'm not nominating you for a golden apple. Marking my papers with D's and F's
She was a tree
Not because she was strong and sturdy
But because of her inability to keep her thoughts together
They fell like leaves on the sidewalk to be trampled by those who passed by
“I pledge alliance to the flag, of the United States of America, and to republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty, and justice for all.”
Remnants of strong people, jolted out of place.
Strong like cement paved over with silence.
A steady flow of memory filled with photos,
There was a girl
like a summer day fair;
men they would flock
to see the beauty rare,
meet her azure eye,
and crave her russet hair
and try to woo
the fairest of the fair.
Her disco ball shoes sparkle and glow like the dance floor on prom night,
Innocent until further notice.
She dances careless with dark brown ringlets bouncing across the nape of her neck,
Her disco ball shoes sparkle and glow like the dance floor on prom night,
Innocent until further notice.
She dances careless with dark brown ringlets bouncing across the nape of her neck,
Hard, reliable, dependent on one another
Relationships are like bones
Stable yet unstable, fragile yet stern
a structure that seems to never burn.
Please don’t feel alone,
For there are people surrounding you with their love.
Please don’t beat yourself down,
For you could reach for the stars.
Please don’t harm yourself,
I am the breath of life in everyone
If not for me there would be nothing new
In present, past, and future I can run
Under my protection is where earth grew
The sun shines through the trees
The wind blows through the leaves
The shadows dance and play on the ground
If you listen, you hear its whispering sound
Welcome to my world
It's peaceful here
It's my sanctuary
Look at my sky,
All the pinks and purples
Dotted only by silver stars
I have no sun nor moon
Just my trustful stars
Standing at an intersection
Holding a cardboard sign
Scrawled on with a sharpie
Found lying around
Cars pass
And pass
And pass
This is humiliating
Still they pass
The hot sun beats down,
I've got this friend
His name is Jesus
He gave me a brand new life
All because He loves me
Ive got this friend
His name is Jesus
He died on a cross because
All because He loves me
Never do I ever want to feel any lips but yours, any hands or face but yours. You kill me, you take me to places that make my clouds precipitate and my roots reject it’s products.
BOOM
It broke like a bomb, explosions sound and the only thing I can hear is a heartbeat.
Is that mine?
Am I still:
Beating?
Breathing?
Being?
I often wish I was a bird so away from my problems I could fly
Or maybe a turtle so I could climb inside my shell and die.
I could be a tree in the breeze so green and carefree.
they say what they want
things they don't know
the taunters, the miss guided, the ill advised
the mean hearted and dim lighted
they lie,
they curse
slut
bitch
run, hide
I am the odd dog that chases the bone
constantly blocked by flashy distraction
ignorantly running after unknown
the bone is like that of satisfaction
I have a dream in mind that I want to achieve.
I know the direction in which I need to go.
But how can I reach that dream if I don’t believe.
Its like my mind is covered in white snow.
Will.
It bends It creaks It pleads not to break.
You work You struggle You move.
Will.
Can’t see it Can’t touch it Can’t smell it.
You breath You laugh You shiver.
Will.
breathing.
it’s like a snake wraps tighter around my lungs with every breath i take
trying to find something steady to hold on to,
to stop the world from spinning
Scattered shells along the shore
Blaze a trail for many a lore
The waves lap up against the sands
The birds fly over all the lands
I know a place where all is still
It's by a lake behind a hill
And though to find, it's quite a trek
It's a lighthouse when you're about to wreck
My thoughts are indescribable.
Words and phrases and sentences, paragraphs and ideas
all mixed into one square box of nothing.
Scrambled with cheese from the dairy of other people
because they don't know when to
Everything
That lies within
Becomes without when life
Frees itself
From mortal shells,
The spirit free from strife
And thus ascends
To where forever
Waits among the stars,
Light and free,
If I were a bird I'd perch on apartment windows.
listen to sweet small talk and lustful conversation.
I'd fly close to the sea for moments
to challenge my amateur wings.
By day roam the cities.
Fallen angel gone too soon. Lost in this world but found in Christ. Our little fallen angel may you be whole and not weep for our weeping. Walk the streets of gold with our love and his in your heart.
Twilight falls across my heart as darkness creeps like spiders crawl and love is lost to waters fall but when the day was bright and new sun was light and love was true.
Seeds in a towering woodland,
All my thoughts are lost.
Waiting for me to understand,
But at what cost?
I take a knife
And slit my skin,
Exposing my heart
Reach in
And tear it out still beating
Its erratic rhythm.
I show my exposed story,
My deepest truth
Only to One
Who gives me a reaction
Candles on a shore of black, lights flicker on stone white faces
Not seas of corpses are they, but a sea of mourners
The ones left behind, left to cry on wet sandy shores
This is where silent tears are heard
I wrote you a letter but you never replied
And something was loosed inside of my mind
You can take a chance and call it independence
But you’ll be gone before your time
I know a girl who
owns an entire bookshelf of
poetry books,
but never reads them
for fear of mussing the pages
or staining the paper covers
with fingerprint oils:
a hoard of Cummings and Collins
and as the leaves fell from my tree,
i couldn't help but wonder why i had to see
they danced, they dove, those precious things,
till they were swept away in a vicious breeze.
I was wondering if you could take a moment to read. I want you to know that you’re all I need.
Just know that this came from my heart. Please read it before we fall apart.
Her white dressed figure dances in front of me.
The clouds that cover the night sky gently surround the night
I reach out to touch her beautiful face, the face of my love.
You say that we can work things out
But yet we never speak
There lays this hurt and doubt
That the love that was there is now weak
I still try my hardest to do whats right
Metallic and clumsy, it’s running towards us.
forgotten and dropped from wind and dust.
rejuvenate the opera, you first heard Latin
forgotten and dropped from wind and dust.
we dream in beds of satin and gold
A girl, a popular girl
Everyone thinks she is awesome
But there is a twist
To this poem
That girl cuts her wrists
And now she is another victim
On the self harm list
I see the clock counting time,
The minutes passing by.
tic tock tic tock…
The noise in beat with my heart
Is it the end of an hour,
Or just a new start?
Tic tock tic tock…
Now Hollywood wants to make you think they know what love is.
But I'm a tell you what true love is.
Love is not what you see in the movies.
Its not the ecstasy, its not what you see in that scene
You tell me I should talk to you
That I should feel comfortable telling you things
But I don’t
Because every part of me
every part of my gender
every part of my being
Isn’t safe here
Ecstasy clouded my mind,
as he held my bloody heart in his charred hands.
I wasn't ugly anymore,
as blood gushed from the wound in my chest.
Dreams can leave one broken-hearted
Thinking about the dear departed.
Angels come and carry the dead away
Where next to the lion and lamb they stay.
Those on Earth are cold and stale
Orange and yellow leaves
As far as the eye can see
Flowing in the wind
On this earth full of sin
How could anything be so beautiful
How could anything be so perfect
Then I realize
(poems go here) Tears on my pillow
They fall soft.
A steady stream
In this lonely loft.
Outside wind howls
Inside I shudder.
I wait for you
My lost lover.
I gave you all my trust.
maybe it was love or was it just lust.
You stole my heart without a doubt,
and now I can't find a way out.
Hey, hey, hey little flower
Pink with joy warmer than candle sticks
Arrayed with so much splendor
Ah, yes; I see the things God can give
You're always on my way out
How someone can be allergic to you deceives me
Days and days have went by
still here I stand in this cold night
telling you all about my misery
yes, for this will all stay in history
As our fathers and mothers fight for liberty
Days and days have went by
still here I stand in this cold night
telling you all about my miser
yes, for this will all stay in history
She looks at the woman’s familiar face
The one that has been the same every day for eighteen years
New creases appear that weren’t there before
When did she get so old?
Just yesterday they were playing, laughing,
Chiquitita I am sorry
That you are blue and black
That he’s taught you that all you have worth
Is your body
And that you think that you are dumb.
Chiquitita it’s alright to cry
I'm cut from a different sleeve, hey its a Cole World so the wrist'll freeze Hurry up with your pictures please I gotta make history. I got dreams bigger than your whole team, but y'all don't hear me.
I'd show him what he asked for
If he called me beautiful,
I'd take another shot
If I could prove that I'm fun,
I'd agree we were "just messing around"
If I could feel his love
On a night like tonight,
If I had your lips on mine
Everything would be just fine
Now, wouldn’t it be just divine, if I could have your lips on mine?
Wouldn’t it be so good if you weren’t considered “from the hood”?
Thanks, my friend
For being there
To kick me when I’m down.
For dragging me to into the well of despair,
For teaching me to drown.
There’s no way out
No lifeguard
No ladder
And its things like that which make me question: Why is it so soon and I’m already questioning. My gut is already right, I’m a Sagittarius.
I awake to the sound of a blaring ring
An obscenely hideously early hour
In darkness I struggle to wake myself
I stumble to make it first to the shower
The cold water like a sudden bold of energy
Lives intersect,
Countlessly,
Few ever connect
For eternity,
Or even for more,
Than a moment,
Before they are torn,
And sent
Mountain, built of wood and covered in silk
The fine covering serves to disguise
The hollow middle, full of devils and thieves,
And others of their ilk.
The tongues of the traitors lie and deceive
I find no need for the slant.
The ones on the end -- they bother me the most.
I guess I can tolerate the internal.
I can't even begin to fathom the rich.
Identicals... can you even call yourself one?
Will you dream with me
Take my hand
Though we don't share a destination
Just dream with me
You set your goals
I'll set mine
Then check on each other over time
I'll cheer you over each mountain
Dreaming with eyes open
Also known as hoping
Praying for tomorrow
with today's sorrow
Still on believing
Despite struggles we're heaving
Knowing we aren't sleeping
Though we are dreaming
2013
My graduation year
the end has never seemed so near
leaving friends and my home in the past
but i promise i wont forget the tough times
staying up late to finish homeowrk
I look to my left I look to my right but what i'm looking for is far out of sight. I see it! I see it! I see it! that's what I tell myself. I run and I run and I run til I run out of breath.
Graduation, here we come
We pass on down the blue and white
We're out of here, we're gone
We're getting out tonight
A mother's journey
is the journey of life
of nature
or nurture
of happiness
and of sadness.
My mind wanders to unforsaken memories of the past, and I begin to wonder why things turned out the way that they did.
I’ll dance to the music,
That sings inconsolably sweet
I’ll sway and step
And try.
I’ll dance to the music
Because I have no words
Only the need to dance these
Steps
I’m from that delicious solitude.
It looks crowded in the happiest times,
and empty when sadness crawls.
The remainder of yesterday’s beginnings crunch
Underfoot,
Crisp russet leaves drifting soundlessly across
Patches of emerald and taupe.
i woke up in the moring with the sun in my eyes. i turned around to see if my lover was by my side. i kissed her goodbye,shut the door and started to cry
This story is about a messed up boys life
of how he dealt with his inner inharmony.
One who has been played by several girls
in his life said he was a charity case and not suited
to be in there life.
I feel like, every black teen wanna be the next big hooper
And if they don't make it, they feel like they've been Kama Sutra'd
Some play overseas for a backup plan
The times that we had, The good and the bad
The things that we shared,could never be compared
You were my everything, My water and air
You made my heart smile, It lasted a while
Final Exam
I never quite fit in
Always different from the rest
Black sheep in a field of… cats!
I’m erasing while everyone else is writing
America, the land of opportunities
You are the land of chance.
You’ve not always given your opportunities to the right people, but
You’ve given your share of chances at success, and far too many chances at failure.
I swear I was going to listen
To the advice that you made sure I heard.
But my friends have influence on me
And I didn’t want to be the nerd!
You're saying that I don't love you no more.
How could you say that?
You have no right.
If that were true, I wouldn't remain here frozen in time.
Music is my life
Some would say it is my wife
I will attend school for music education
To get out of my current situation
Music is a little seed
That is now easy to read
Coruscating stars
Seem dark in comparison
Jewels,
Frightened,
Leave their glinting beauty behind
Absent from our minds
Reality persists
We are delivered in realms of slumber
Change
Change of society, people, pressures, power
Change of lifestyle that forces us to be different
Think different,
Behave “politically correct”,
When our people are crying silently, begging for us to change.
You put me on SSRIs, and my brain is rotting into functional corrosion-you cauterized my protestant work ethic and thickened my flow into a quasi-productive ebbing of platitudes
and minimal strife. You've made it so that I've had to
Why do i feel so alone? People around me say they want to help, yet only make things worse. They Say "we know what your going through", "We can help you." A smile on my face as i nod. Truthfully i don't their pity. I know what i'm capable of.
Cassatt was a woman who captured women.
Fine women in dresses, women at sewing,
Or reading or writing or rearing children.
The question always pops up with black and white people. Who and how can an person use the term nigger and nigga.
Statements that stay behind closed doors, they stay in the room
Hover above your head
Seep into your mind fall into your river of thoughts
Sink deep into your conscious
Straying off to your emotions
Noises… they merge and devour to the hallway nearby
Bypassing the exit sign, it's still there… but it hides away,
Seeping underneath the door panel of what appears
To be no... safe way out.
My roots are deep
Buried with Loved and Hardship
Growing at the perfect rate
Living Life while laughing the whole time
Not wanting to wait while getting from point A to point B
Drops of rain fall on a cloudless day
the day is darkened while the sun shines bright
a man
a woman
separated for now
but soon to be reunited
the faithful lover of this man sheds yet another tear
What awaits me, what assails?
What on Earth could I be?
What will I do and how will I grow?
Will I grow?
And how?
Will I travel near or far?
Will I wish upon a star?
Will I meet a gentle prince?
He says he's replacing the Confederate Flag on his desktop
With a picture of Me.
I proceed to wonder if I should explain the irony of this,
Or let him roll over comfortably in his quilted ignorance.
Can’t trust the face in the mirror.
I’ve done my part to prop up this grand façade but the truth’s becoming clearer.
Life’s a stage, I’m just one actress
I held my dreams inside my hands so no one else could touch
Made sure they only knew my face so no one else could judge
I fed them big and made them strong so they could face the world
Jumping into the leaves with you,
Brings me back to times of glory,
Back when I ruled a kingdom of slides and swing sets,
Back when I crossed continents in a single hour,
When dusk fell
The animals fell silent.
The trees began to stir
Whispering among themselves
"It's coming!" they seemed to say
Your grimaces, painful half glimpses,
Bring sorrow to every fragile piece of me.
If I should shatter, I’d cut your skin.
Make you remember you’re only human.
You used to smile at me years ago,
People who scream and shout,
What the fuck is that shit all about
Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead
But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
People who scream and shout,
What the fuck is that shit all about
Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead
But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
Tick Tock
The bell screams
I wait...
and wait...
And finally the show begins.
HIs lip quivers with thoughts
HIs eyes staring, imploring with the deepest green
It's only a moment, yet I feel it
Hey, girl, I am just writing to say,
I put some flowers on your grave yesterday.
It was kind of hard 'cause
I thought I heard your voice come my way,
but I guess it was your spirit
telling me to let you rest
Hey comes fast,
But bye come faster,
Over comes last,
But under comes after,
From set up to set hut,
In from the monotone cadence,
From plastic and head buts,
Out roar of excruciating patience,
Do you hear that
shh, listen closely
Do you hear that
shhh, listen closely
Do you hear that sound
the sound of a homeless man begging for beer,
of children crying because mommy and daddy don't wanna hear
It's that aching feeling
That rush
That spark in your pupils.
As you look up, you see that man.
He's commanding every soul in the room.
How though? How can it be.
Apparitions of my innocence appear to me
Sincerely I can say I miss those days dearly
Back when I was young and couldn't see the world clearly
I'm screaming warnings to a ghost hoping that it's hearing me
It wasn't all fair
With the stars in your hair
And the smile
That played on your lips.
When you made me believe
Here's my long lost dream
Coming true.
A silver yawn
her intake of breath
And she closes her eyes
and stretches her sobbing limbs.
I sit in darkness
all that exists is anger
bubbling over me
I try to push back
but resistance is futile
it will take over
I hide my true self
behind a gentle facade
hiding emotion
A poet without a muse,
Like a bird without a song.
Just when I figured there was nothing left to lose,
The words no longer where they belong.
In the back of my mind
Now reside the melodies so sweet,
Lust,
Hate,
Coveting.
Fighting the Devil for the purity of my soul.
TV,
Music,
Books.
Lust is made easy for a 17-year-old girl.
Brutal winters with snow falling ‘round
But you don’t notice cause life’s got you down.
God’s whispering in your ear, he’s giving you signs
But you go around saying you’re “fine, just fine”.
Why aren’t you listening?
My beautiful daughter
She had to grow up too fast
One night everything changed
"Sweetie, the pain won't last."
You sit alone, not forgotten, but not wanted
with scratches, stiff buttons, dusty old lens.
You remember what it was like
they watched the world through Your eyes
There are no film, no batteries, or bulb to be found.
Do we ever take the time to consider?
How, someway, we ended up in this place
The greater part of the world is bitter,
While we seem to stand still at our own pace.
We went through our lives believing in this
We are one group in thought and mind
A body of people made equal.
Our strength is a tenacious kind
If we see another sequel.
In love
There is two broken people
Who come together
Amidst the chaotic world
To create their own bubble of calmness
Where they go to each other
For a break from the madness
Where in each other
Today
Let's define
Analyze
Memorize
Then take a test
A big old test
Because the state tells me to.
Fill in the bubbles
Write meaningless words, skipping lines
We've been programmed
Run run run. cheer cheer cheer. Run run run. Breathe breathe breathe. Run run run. Cheer cheer cheer. Run run run. Breathe breathe breathe. Look down. Look up. Look left. Look right. Run run run. Finish Finish Finish. Run ru.. BOOM. SHATTER.
The roses are bloody
The violets are brown
The people are dying
Because of the crown
The King has no power
When next to the Queen
She orders the kills
And looks out on the scene
This generation is desperate for you Lord,
Lost in the ways of the world
Misguided and misjudged,
Without you, we become what we are called.
We're in need of your love,
We bow down at your feet
Alone in a cabin as I passed by,
A shower of crystals fell down from the sky,
It is quiet too quiet as I lay here,
No one speaks their lips are sealed,
I can't see as the fire consumes me,
Words go throughout my head
the pain that you caused to me
departing me without a sound
whispers of you wanting back
if feels like a roller coaster ride
never ending and never brought to a halt
Why did you leave so soon? You left in a blink of an eye.
You didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye. Or tell you how much I love you.
If only I could fly into the sky and bring you back if only words could bring you back.
“One step at a time,” she says to me.
“Just a few more steps and you’ll be free.”
As she speaks we draw closer to the roaring sea,
and I wonder what this woman could want me to see.
How does one write on command?
Fulfill a need, plug a demand.
Everything may be green until it turns to gold,
but rhyming under order leaves me feeling so cold.
i have a dream
not one of those
famous ones that can
save the human race
or make this world
a better place
i have a dream
You might as well fuck
For virginity, if you war
On account of peace.
Life is full of irony.
Fraught from the plurality of man
Uniformity mistaken for marching to your own beat.
Von dem Käfig zu dem Fenster,
Der Vogel starrte an.
Die glieche alte Ballade;
Nur Ein Tanz der Hoffnung.
Something happened in my life and yours
Something happened that no one ignores
Something unusual and something strange
Something only we exchange
No words can say
How happy and gay
While the breath of ice is upon us,
We have nothing but each other for warmth-
And safety. Protect me from the eye watering
Wind that blasts from the frost-whipped sky.
Envelop me; for warmth was stolen
Happiness is all I ever wanted But loving you is like a dying weed The actions that you portrayed assaulted The way you talk to me can only feed The hatred I once felt for you is gone In my search I have found somebody new Who handles me like a de
Happiness is all I ever wanted
But loving you is like a dying weed
The actions that you portrayed assaulted
The way you talk to me can only feed
How can they be so completely immersed?
This “love” that barely had a chance to start,
Is sickening to the deep’st part of my heart.
Why was I doomed to have this awful curse?
Happiness is good, and sadness as well
For both are signals of the sensations one felt
Happiness without the other is like an empty ecstasy,
a meaningless sensation of colors and joy
Alas, I shall always be your "good friend",
But this confession to you I must make.
I no longer can pretend,
That you do not make my heart ache.
I can still hear his voice, lost over the rush of the waves.
When really
It was a fan, stirring up the sticky heat
that sat
as still as I did.
Struggling within the mindtricks of doubt,
A voice corresponding the everlasting route.
A system of finding possible self definition.
A move to the dance inwhich lacks a transition.
You have the right to remain silent. More like the reason to stay silent actually.
Anything you say or are can be and will be used in not only a court of law, but throughout your entire life.
Eyes closed, head back
My mind tries to comprehend
Bombs blowing up my family
Racist slurrs towards my president
Teens lacking amibition and inspiration
Or
Perhaps they were inspired afterall
I can hear the anger in your voice and the rapid beat of my heart.
I know that you show no remorse with the harm that you have done.
I sit in a locked room scared of what you will do.
I have always been afraid of you.
What does the future ask of us?
What does it have to say?
About all the mistakes we are about to make,
are making, will have made?
Dreams verses Reality!
We live in a Dream world!
Mommy loves Daddy and Daddy loves Mommy.
The perfect King and Queen kingdom.
Daddy is your hero. He is your knight in shining armor.
There are days I sit alone and wonder,
Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
I keep thinking of my foolish blunder,
But not regretting what we used to do.
Remember lying underneath the stars,
Amidst all the noise echoing halls. She sits quietly writing, reading, hard work doesn’t inspire except the attitude which she portrays
She is diligent
She is mighty
And spends long nights doing work till perfection
Beauty in Darkness
Can you find beauty
When its cold
When its down
Can you find beauty
When your alone
When its dark and scary
When all your friends and family leave you to fend for yourself
You!
You
get to live my life… My dream life
Right in front of me
I just one step behind… I try to outwit you, but you
Are already there, waiting in the shadows of the spotlight
*this poem is in reverse, this is the title and the poem is above
?One last question
So now you got her
Wrapped up tight in your arms
Like a dog chasing a car now… IM there
Feeling high as the sky
But still one question unanswered
Or is it many
I don’t know where I’m at or where I’m going all I know is I want you there. Right next to me. I want it all. The good the bad and the ugly. To catch you when you fall. To hug you when you’re sad. To make you happy when you’re mad.
Every night I sleep with my little piece of you.
Clinging to our last night
Dreaming of just one more night with you in my arms
To fall asleep to your breath your chest rising and sinking
The feeling of silence
I try to make sense of what has been done
Taking down the best of us.
Those who try to prove each day that we can overcome the obesity epidemic
We can create a fit America
I exist as a creature still learning to be,I watch my own body language brought on by society,influences and thoughts mixed with memories far away,each memory has a thought and those thoughts dont fade away,at a young age I learned that evil exist
Birds can be of many a feather,
Bright colors distancing those who take heed.
But many birds may flock together,
When all are hungry for the same feed.
A flock of many hues and shapes rare,
What seemed a rock is now a jewel.
Your beauty was an unexpected gift.
To ignore this gem would be too cruel,
When the veil of doubt I’ve just begun to lift.
Every new facet is a joy to me,
Turn the lights off,
Turn off those silly voices
Hide the love you don't have for me
And hold me close, I close my eyes
So I don't see the love that isn't real
This feeling I have
This feeling i have
Turns me on and off when she is gone
This feeling I have is lust
When she doesn’t pick up
This feeling I have is worries
My heart skips a beat.
Your look takes me far away.
I know you’re meant for me.
Tan tender heat
Stroking my fair face.
My heart skips a beat.
I just cried into your mouth
the tears were the years before i met you
the streams niagra falls falling into your body
connecting the two of us like ocean meeting a river
we completed each other.
Crimson thoughts, frail soul and flimsy bones,
But you thought you were above it all.
There is only one being that can whisper sweet words in your ears
while eating your flesh slowly. Yes.
Stumbling, uncertain, shaking, I fall
And stare up blankly, in fear, in helplessness,
As my world intensifies.
Colors take on supernatural, disturbing shades of themselves,
They are plain as day
Hand in hand
Under the shadow of Greeley
In Herald Square
Arms locked
A white, winter flurry blowing
Red noses
Red pea coat
Red blush
Red passions
You were made for beautiful things.
You were made to touch the stars.
You were made to dream of blue oceans
or what it's like to touch Mars.
To never see the air,
but to always know it's there.
You are Newports on any day
smoke fuming from the sleeves of a military jacket
coiling like dragon's breath in moonlit air
So surreal a beauty
That a love could even possess
I'm captivated by the simple things
You do
You're lovely
Wonderful
Simply amazing
A star couldn't give as much
Love as you do honey
Asleep.
An abundance of joy overwhelms
The sadness I have today.
I dream of hidden treasures I shall soon see,
far away I will find them.
Awake.
I see them “dream snatchers”,
Snatching at my joy
Gazing off into space with her deep brown eyes
Pleading for someone to notice
All the sorrow she hides
Deep in her heart
Only knowing that tears are not enough
All her memory’s flow out of her mind
From thee Earth it grow
One of His very own creations
This feeling is going so slow
For these radical denominations
We express our love in tree
Show them we won't stop
Partaking with such glee
You make me smile all day every day
You make me laugh a lot
I talk to you everyday
And I miss you very much!
You are everything I need
You are everything I want
We maybe miles apart but I still love you
Im not up to your standards
so tell me how to be more black
My looks are substandard
so show me how be more beautiful
I didnt get a perfect score on ACT like my best friend
so tell me again how I'm stupid I am
I grew up nurtured by carpets of pine and soft drizzle,
cradled by mountains with snowmelt bubbled through by activism
I walked streets murmuring with the vintage days of Japanese-Americans stowing
Shame
Brought on by ourselves
In this sin-filled world
We delve
The wretched Fallen Angel
Seeks to devour and continues
To mangle
BUT You
Could always see
And for those who believe
Traveling a maze composed of memories and feelings,
Each door and turn leading to another moment when all was beautiful.
As a door opens it reveals that smile which warms my heart like as if it were next to the sun.
The months of waiting and tears
Lead to this moment;
Where I can finally hold you again,
And hear your heartbeat,
And breathe you in.
It's been too long since i've seen you're smile
And your eyes,
if she cared for me in the tenderness of my arms...she sighed not.
if that sweet girl showed any passion, not only for me but for everything about me...she hid it.
I have dreamed about working in a city council in the state of Texas for quite a while. I became interested in government ever since I started studying political science at the University of Texas at Dallas for my bachelor’s degree.
Never loved anyone like this before,
Nor met someone as marvelous as he,
Sorry, he is someone you can’t go for,
He has been happily taken by me.
At first I was afeard to love again
My heart pulls at me heavily
Down, down, down
And love pulls at me desperately
Now, now, now
Still, it feels so heavenly
Pound, pound, pound
So I fall in it hopelessly
How, how, how
It’s ironic that you hate poetry,
When all you do, as if on cue,
Is inspire me to admire the
Rhythmic way your body moves;
Your subtle lines, your blushing hues,
The graceful way you always lose
BAMB! was that the door? I heard my heart thud in my chest.
my chest, so shaken up, my throat so hard to swollow.
clinching. my hands and teeth. just hearing the scream.
PLEASE STOP!
The staircase is spiraling
Down, down, below
Back to the first floor
Where time moves so slow.
Back up I must climb
To where I was before
And continue on
To the heights I may soar.
It's when the vibe in my mind,
is defiened by the time,
and me mood rises above mellow,
when your faced with the fact,
that all enemies attack,
even when the sun burns out yellow,
If you look into the mirror and open your eyes,
You'll see each day your smile dies.
'Cause with each day you begin to see
That life isn't what its meant to be.
I have this feeling
I can't explain,
I'm not trying
to spit game
I have no shame to say,
You are great,
And I think you should know
That I'd never let you go,
Every time I see you
As everything unfolds around me all I can feel is nothing
Boston Explosion
No Emotion
Classmate dies
A tear I can not cry
Numb
Love at first sight is what you saw in me
I did not speak or give one single sign
Satisfied with me, you let me just be
Just with my presence you thought me divine
Months ran by and yet the start is not marked
Dreamy eyes full of love
Unafraid of the God above
Saying you love me without a word
Treating me to a love unheard
I never knew this kind of love was possible
Never ending, a love unstoppable
Tear ducts have rusted,
Oxidized for too long.
A speck of water remains,
Unabashed by nature’s ways.
A diamond presents itself.
To marvel at its beauty is ignorant,
To marvel through its beauty is luck.
I fell so hard when we met that day,
And noticing you failed to feel the same.
Forgive me for my heart is worn,
And your's untamed.
Like many summer months in bloom,
promising life, light, love
When the sun would hug you in its warmth
and caress your hopes with gentle rays
of bright light and subtle praise
Dreamy eyes full of love
Unafraid of the God above
Saying you love me without a word
Treating me to a love unheard
I never knew this kind of love was possible
Never ending, a love unstoppable
out of the deep at four am
to my bladders tidal calling
i waded up out of a dream
at the insistence of an organic
high tides inner pulling
i put my dream on hold
The day came and went
The time went to fast
I thought I knew when
Knew when it would all end
Changes keep coming
Time keeps passing
It gets harder by the day
Knowing you can't listen
We all know my chance of being a poet
Is shot, way past the point of no return
But who am I to just give up the fight
It would be no fun… and yes, I know it
And I must confess on how the heart yearns
What is this force that wraps us in warm embrace?
Steel wrought chains wrapped around us, within the darkness.
As I walk, I see the bridge.
I smell the musty white rails.
I hear the heartbreaking whistle of the train.
I feel the embrace of her through the wind.
I taste the tears as they roll down my cheeks.
There’s a pigment in the air so dirty I can’t see
You were the only one I knew at this party
Why won’t you talk to me?
Just talk to me
I get in the way
Of planes and birds flying at me
They forgot
To save the day
And the people scream
And tremble watching their walls
Disintegrate
In a fragile state
You and me and the aquamarine
Drifting through lemonade skies
You burnt my body with the sun in your eyes
And I forgot to put on sunscreen
Some Mornings I wake up
Drowning in sensations
Unique to past moments
And I am buried in a stuffy area
At the top of my mind
Musty with nostalgia
And I relive these moments:
They said they’d always be there
They said they’d always show their love
They said I was never alone but
It was too late.
(poems go here) Dreams take one.
Are they round or are they square?
Does it fear risks or does it dare you to dare?
Does it taste sweet now and turns bitter in the end?
Let me start by saying that us girls are hypocrites,
We give our friends relationship advice and end up putting up with the same shit
These dudes only do what we allow
Give a dog some beef and of course he'll want the cow
I miss your soft lips. I miss your white T's. I miss how whenever I tried to get the hair out of your face you would shake it right back over your smirk. I miss the scracth of your unshaved face on my cheek.
Have you ever just sat in a nice, quiet place
And thought about random things?
Like if you can eat in Heaven
Or when do the people who work on holidays
get a break?
How about why you're so emotional
Smooth and dull
from the tides of the sea.
Waiting to be collected
from people like me.
From shores off far away
drifting like fish
on a wave of water gentle,
gentle like a feather on your skin.
Late at nite when i am sound asleep into my heart u softly creep i sit and wonder how it could be but u must have stummbles across the key this key holds secerts to true love and more so take it now and unlock the door and i pray that we will neve
Dreams take me places
places I would never go,
hoping to see familiar faces
So I wont be alone.
Dreams keep me company
When I'm in the dark,
They keep me alive
When there is no spark.
I look forward to
rolling down the streets at you
in tiny plastic cars.
But Saturdays can’t come too soon
the streets are black, you won’t call back
till late afternoon
As I sit here late at night and think about everything that we have been through, the only thing I can do is cry. I gave you my heart and soul and now all I feel is alone.
I woke up on the kitchen floor
Lying in a heap
I wipe away sleep
Mornings like these
I’d much rather weep
Linoleum is tiresome
and cold to my cheek
So, you’re honestly gonna sit here and fix your lips to say that I don’t love you??
You are the paparazzi before dances
You are the artist behind my work
You are my personal shopper
You are my chef and my chauffer
Click clack. Click clack. Click clack. As I am running down the hall, Splat! My mom’s red high heels have failed me again. They are just too big for my little feet. Maybe when I am older my mom says. I don’t want to wait.
Doubts crowd me
They close me in
Force me to see
A distorted illusion
Twists my mind
Makes me question
Make me blind
Gives no progression
Then, there He is
The source of creation
To cherish and save
The love that we gave
Together forever
From here to the grave
To embrace and to hold
The love pure as gold
A part of my heart
To be treasured unsold
I dont want love but i want something close
The love without the word love
The love without the lies
The love without the pain
The love that ignores commitment
The love that makes you feel different
A lot can happen in a summer romance
It can all begin just by taking a chance
It might last a lifetime
or maybe a day
Just take that chance
before your chance slips away.
You may think you know love
Every day I get this feeling in my heart
That you were made for me, from all apart
You were living in the hills close to the sky somewhere before there was me.
You have been called down this earth, only, only for me.
Someday you'll love me,
Someday you'll care,
Someday you'll treasure the moments we've shared.
Someday you'll learn,
Love is not a game,
Then you'll realize,
I'm not the same.
I want
to hold you under the stars
without crying.
I want
to feel secure and perfect
because you think I’m beautiful.
I want
to feel secure and perfect
because I think I’m beautiful too.
my mind is a hidden garden
where my thoughts grow wild
dandelions, savage blossoms,
beautiful weeds, overgrown
from blowing too many wishes
into the wind
Your troubles were my troubles, your struggles I made my own.
What I got in return was nothing more, but pain.
Now what do I have to show, I am nothing but alone.
My eyes watered like rain, you made me feel so insane.
Little bird I miss you
and the way you used to
kiss me slow all you wanted
from me was me and I think
that was the only thing we
ever did right.
Little bird make a nest,
make a nest and fly away,
but I will write you every
day. Can’t you please just
sweetly stay, little bird
of mine?
You were too fucked up to answer
me but you were always too fucked
up why do you fuck yourself up
you are so amazing without
anything else inside of you why
do you drink so much you say that
my head feels like the hospital waiting room
after finish lines and desperate chases
all lists checked off and nothing to do
but wait and pray you weren't too late
praying drugs work and you keep
I realized today that I don’t love you.
It’s kinda sad to say, but I know it’s true.
I ran away from this, because you’re the one who.
Saved me.
(poems go here) We gaze into each other’s eyes
Your laughter melts my heart
An attraction no one denies
Afraid of what it starts
once i met a butterfly with
fractured stained-glass wings
so delicate and fluttering
against vivacious winds
The smile of your best friend,
the soft flutter of the heart,
The time with her you spend,
knowing you must depart.
Everyone and Everything you love
you should love and cherish
But if you dare lose one
you will fall and perish
You over think
and second guess
but when you love no one
you seem to care less
Here it comes,
the summer breeze,
over the mountains
and through the trees,
Down in the valley,
birds take wing,
ascending slowly,
and begin to sing.
1.
To the girl whose eyes I have not yet looked into-
Skin I have not yet touched,
and lips I have not yet kissed.
I miss you.
Or, is it I missed you?
I mean I walk by you each day,
Between the lines that my life holds
Reading the facts,the lies,the hate,
Twisting through the vines of love
Confusing,Trying to defuse the sparks that lie between the soul of us being human,
What I hear is not aggravating but pleasing the way she is played
She gives my heart a beat and has me loving the way
She sings the melody to her rhythm
I then tune in and listen to the sweet chords that she’s “givin”
I’m Looking at you – Looking at me – Looking at you
And I’m - thinking about all the things in life that I’ve failed to do
I’m sitting here with the necklace I got - new
I am the man that killed no one
While people protest to free the son
Of Martina
I pray to God for ya!
Love is us
Sometimes i think words have difference definitions because love is you.
When i look in your eyes its like im on vacation sitting by the pool like your eyes are blue.
Loving you is like muscle memory
Where at one time
I thought
You were everything
And then you moved on
And I attempted to love
Other people
But every time I thought
I could move on
(He slaved, he slaved,
he did this his whole life,
Man how he just wanted to get it right,
But he couldn't because of his pain,
He suffered so much with pain,
again and again,
He could never win,
Your thoughts come as no surprise
I'm tired of your many lies
Stop beating me, I'll stop beating you
It's a truce
Remember who I am
Young and restless
Caged and Depressed
Never size me up
The sun emits fading rays
Warm breeze brings still air to life
Twirling and spinning, the wind invites leaves
To dance in unison, touching the warm earth
Arriving at tiny bare feet
A little girl giggles
Its been 24 hours since yesterday,
I know u might think That I exaggerate but I just can't explain'
This feeling is suffocating me,
Cuz I know yours aren't the same' that you thought they were...
Times a wasting and I'm running out of patience then again more like out of time. The clock tells the story and lipstick on the glass still there so you remain on mind.
When I was a kid,
I thought the world was like the one in the cartoons
The hero dressed in his red, white, and blue would always fly in and save the day
That one moment stays forever ingrained into my mind.
I think of all the other things I should have said that were kind.
Our hearts cry out, empty with despair,
While our robotic pockets whine in our ears.
We watch too much and do too little,
Where too brown stars live lives too fickle.
We say many things, but honesty is lost,
Master, Master feed me faster;
Liars blood the garbage bastard
Fetus of a forest howl
Taste of Garbage fear and foul
Cry of child and poo of man
Leg of cat and hair of Ann
Bunny dust and earth-worms ring,
I hate when you’re gone
It seems like you’re so far away
I begin to forget each contour in your face
The way you flex your jaw when you’re angry
The cologne you wear
Or if you’re even real.
I’m writing this poem because I thought of you
Sometimes I don’t know what to do
All I ever do, is think about you
Somewhere deep inside my heart
You always know how to make it start
I know we may be miles apart
You know i can't live without you
I know this can be a clue
I will do anything for you
My heart is in your hand
I hope that will forever stand
You’re someone special to me
Like it was meant to be
The night sings its lullaby as the dreamer falls asleep.
She dreams of a sweet surprise, faster her heart seems to beat
She wakes up to the glowing stars that are painted across the sky;
She's standing there, all alone... She doesn't know where to go.
Can you hear her crying? Can't you see the way she's dying!?
He was lying, she was trying, but all that happened was this fighting!
Your short, im tall
Your hearts big, mines small
You make me laugh, sometimes im cry
You like to smoke, so we get high
I tell you things, you always listen
Were almost their but somethings missin
I am in a river and the current has caught me
under my feet and is sweeping me downstream.
I try to gasp for air, but I can't tell which way is up.
Which way is down.
The sun slips down its blackened tomb
and lends white light to a crescent moon.
The willows wave their brisk adieus
and bend to tie their rooted shoes.
The stars peek out their tired eyes
I am Too Blind in the light Too fresh, too hood, too...Ghetto
World uses me like a puppet; Geppeto
African Americans need to Stop, and think
We want to see the Intellectual abilities you can bring,
They done really did it now
They pushed us in a pit so deep that climbing out would only lead to chaos.
Got us believing that the trash holes called “Ghettos” are to be flaunted
and,
I hear glass bottles breaking
Babies crying
Tear drops dripping (CLUNK)
Cars beeping their horns.
Teacher's yelling like no tomorrow.
Chairs banging against the table (BANG).
I noticer her in my dreams,
I find her in my mind,
Only true beauty I see with my own two eyes.
Love is the key,
The key to my destiny,
providing the beat to our everlasting eternity.
Pressure, pressure, the need to be the best
Is sucking me, pulling me, and making me a mess
Every paper, every grade, every solemn word I speak
Has been thought up, reviewed, and perfected till made bleak
It's an emotional outburst
Followed by a storm of despair
I'm trapped in the winds of depression
As misery floats in the air.
The forecast is cloudy
And party forlorn
With rain clouds of woe
Once upon a blue sky, her parents loved her.
They would call her beautiful and talented and smart.
Her laugh was infectious, bringing joy to everyone she knew.
People would say she was unstoppable,
And she was.
Doctors say I have schizophrenia
I answer back with a simple "ha''.
Parents are worried sick.
Acting like I'm losing it.
It wasn't my choice to be locked up
And maybe I am a maniac
Paper on desk, pen in hand
45 minutes to write just 21 lines
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Reading a poem is like walking outside
on a beautiful spring day,
after hibernating the entire bone chilling winter
Hey, you!
Me? Me who?
Me with the glasses?
Me who is short?
Me who is heavy?
Me with soft, clear skin?
Me with tea-streaked skin?
Me with milk-brown eyes?
Me with dark, vancant eyes?
In a land that lies 6,000 miles away,
Lies a country that I wish to stay,
Morning air sparks my lungs,
people here speak in foreign tounges,
Why was it that I could not look at you without smiling the rest of the day?
I would walk by the corridors gazing at the distance, seeing no one but you.
Your laugh, your smile, your voice, all charmed me.
I once loved a girl;
A girl that no one could love, oh, so much as me.
I saw her every day,
Wearing those emotions that no one could hope to see.
I want to be lain in the skies above…
Endlessly floating into oblivion beside a million dying stars.
I long to be cradled by the billowing mists and blanketed by the sun’s rays…
Kissing and marking my bare shoulders
can you hear the cries of the sky's
I hear them dying from inside.
I stand outside and wipe the drops off of my eyes.
The hunger of happiness roars at me as the clouds dance.
An empty heart leaves room for the mind to roam,
Thoughts unspoken rotting in your brain growing old.
your self conscientious only left to connect with your soul.
My heart is waterproof, but they say blood is thicker then water. I'm thirsty but you've ran out, and I'm left here with the cold blood pumping from my heart to my veins... The blood is leaking from where you left your remains...
Sweetheart, I will.
I've done this before.
Gone through this before.
I can pretty much guess the outcome.
You've seen me before.
Loved me before.
Rock my heart again.
Spoken like a true friend.
I'm what?!?
Oh you say i'm weird
as in erie, different, or abnormal, right?
Does it bother you....
you know, that i'm not like you or your crew
Am i offending you?
Well sorry to hear that!
Well life is what you make it
We've heard that all before
Never mix that or make it too complicated
We’ve got to many friends out here trying to just make it
Yes Just make it
Not fake it
Express yourself?
Forgotten
Classes
Routine
Every Day LIfe
expression?
variety?
More is less, Less is more
large audience
younger
older
What is my audience?
"Inspiration"
I laugh, cry and think
smile-I feel it now..
Inspiration here to play a role
Flipped on like the light switch of my soul.
Dear Jordan Davis,
When you felt 8 foreign metals scratch its way through your chest,
did it drown out the music?
The Spirit churns
Like the grinding of cogs
The breath of the Spirit
Is the blackest of fogs
It glides through the sky
It makes not sound
But for the chortle of rich men
No other voice can be found
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful.
Like new mothers,
like flickering candles in dark rooms
like flowers pressed into books
like new shoes...
600 miles away, close my eyes
bow my head and pray
dear Lord be with me in your precious name I say
when I should arrive several hours pass the day
let me be with you until the sun goes away
Love is a feeling; it is more than a word.
You can feel it in your stomach; it flutters like a bird.
Love flows from your heart.
Nothing can tear love apart.
Love is a feeling; it is more than a word.
There have been wounds in my life.
I'm used to the pain.
I have been chasing love.
I'm invisible on this earth,
I'm always transparent.
Even by my own parents.
I have learned since I was older...
I live each day as it comes
No worries
Religion, race, orientation
Shades of gray
I'm one person
A speck on the earth
They say it only takes one
Just one
To make a difference
That’s not me
The Light
that comes when they finally see
a figment becoming reality.
The Shadows
that once existed
in the outskirts
of their mind,
resides in their hands.
The Inspiration
I am from purple mountains majesty,With its red rocks and dry, unforgiving air.I am from a mid-American suburbiaWhere outsiders still think we ride horses to school.
i am blinded by my tears
as voices screech uncontrollably in my ears.
i reach out to find relief,
but all that returns are thoughts of defeat.
Bees are sitting
On the Wind
Drifting
Feeding
On the Wind
Bringing life to those once dead
Bees are searching
On the Wind
We live in a land,
supposedly free.
Good men died
for you and me.
WE can live our life,
to pursue our dream.
Unattainable to others
not for my brothers.
If you're gay, black, or anything else;
Choose
Between
Hate or love
WHITE OR BLACK
Wrong or right
Parents or soul mate
Holding back or holding hands
Being ashamed or being proud
Seeing skin or seeing soul
I am not dark skin.
I am the sound of deep cognition.
I am the voice of thought-provoking composition.
So, if you feel like you are fiending just to stay and listen;
Right now as my pen touches this paper
My joy and happiness turns into tears and thunderstroms
My Once smiling heart, Now flickers with a frown
I want to burst into tears, but my pride won't let me,
Intelligence used to be a virtue,
Ignorance used to hurt you,
But in the past few decades the roles have reversed . . . I though about rhyming but now it's a free-verse,
attacked, chained and forced on ships
brought to a land to face hardships
there is a light shining above us
illuminating our many shadeds of brown
unique souls and great minds that shaped
There is a man, far along the dirt road
Who sits under the sweet peach tree.
He drinks in the twilight, pours out his spirits
Underneath that sweet peach tree.
I'm known to be a dreamer,
It's my way of sanctuary
but surrounded by closed minds,
Made me less a believer
I am a dreamer, but darkness shrouds me
Storms my mind until my memory
Is washed away
A blanket of sunshine wrapped
Me, a feller that never laughed
Into the nature I run and weep
It's just a secret I'll have to keep
The day I let go of you
I fell off the monkey bars at the playground
Skinned knees and road rash palms,
Like a lonely desperado in the sunset
I walked off.
I was never good at holding on anyway
Here I dissociate, alone in awe I am taught
I see what the silence has tried to show me all along
occasionally blinded by intent of the selfish sort
I can never truly understand until I learn to dissolve
Piercing eyes glare at unfamiliar faces
Awaiting rejection
So use to backs being turned, hearts being broken
There's rejection.
Unrevealed truths, broken promises
I watched a lady full of age
Walk slowly down the sidewalk
She walked as though there was pain in each step
And I admired her determination
She could have easily squeezed sympathy
From anyone that she meet
On April 4, 1968, Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated in Memphis, Tennessee.
Industrial Revolution
Builds on her the loneliest right.
Liberty has occupation,
Though she's victim of Mans' old rite.
They call us blacks not only because of the color of our skin,
but because...once upon a time,
we were like shadows.
Black shadows that trailed behind white bodies.
Afraid, and hidden.
Her hair in neat braids, her frock a stainless white
Gazing at the wispy clouds that curl against a cerulean sky
She approaches the white picket fence and waves hello—
It is 1956.
A test
A simple test
God created man in his image
A creature filled with life
Blood flowing and
A heart beating
Each being unique
Outside and in
The beauty of humanity
Always new
Everything used to be so black and white
Suits that men wore, the color on a T.V. screen,
The photographs that took hours to print.
But so were the beliefs of our countrymen.
It was either black or white—no gray area.
Let’s Go Back!!
Let’s Go Back, back in time, where we began to rhyme
Singing hymns to kill times, of inequality,
let’s go back where we loved each other
while marching for justice
They say choose your battles carefully, but our side of the starting line was chosen for us. Pick by some biased hand in advance, with no perspective for the past or future. We were held hostage in the present with no escape but survival itself.
(Civil Rights make it possible for me to attend this school...thanks...
to go learn and make better life
to marry a red blue green or black wife
I don't know
Now I can see me and her
See him and her and them
She was Born to be Judged
Judged to be Born,
She inspired those of her color,
Those of her class,
Those of her gender,
To be something more,
To defy what people thought of her,
After the storm comes the rainbow,
Vivacious colors splitting the grey.
After the clouds shines the sun,
Shining light through the tears of the sky.
Storms are alive, in you, in me, in the world.
It would’ve been an honor to be a Freedom Rider
To be able to fulfill my desire
To sacrifice my life for a change
For the exchange
Of a better tomorrow
I have the right to school
I have the right to live my way
You have no say
I have the right to speak
Thats my rule
To live everyday
I have rights
Who do you think you are
playing God and deciding our destinies
planting unnecessary scars
claiming our rights are but fantasies?
Here we are
Here we stand
We are living out God's own plan
We are the children of the dream
I don't need another new year to start a change
I am a change
One man willing to stand up for his rights,
one woman willing to fight,
A man who has a dream for equality in the nation,
The woman on the bus encountering frustration,
Is a picture a picture if it's all just white?
It’s just a blank canvas, that isn't right,
Just sitting there, alone, without any life,
And it sure ain't worth no pretty price.
My splattered blood dries
over the newly cemented pavement
where my head collided,
after my back got soaked and bruised
from the fire hydrant
cause I'm fighting the tyrant
of segregation. You can crush
I am stricken with the paint of bigots,
Cast in the colors they throw on me.
I am mulatto, all coffee and cream.
But when I am looked at, not seen, but looked at,
Together as one we stand
The smell of equality is so sweet
Together as one we stand
Our thirst for freedom cannot be beat
What’s the meaning of pursuit of happiness when I can barely exist
When I’m treated like a quarantine disease
When they’re waiting for the next headline to pronounce “New cure for the ‘Adam and Steve’ & the ‘Madam and Eve’”
I stand amid the encroaching walls that bind my soul to perish among the dull unknown of confinement.
Everyday we walk
Everyday we keep silent
Everyday we wait
We wait, for God gave us patience
We wait, for success comes in time
We wait, for our voices are still merging into one
Equality, easy as the breaths we take? It's a mind set of minds we make. We have the power to teach and train. We have the power to stop with our blame. You inherit control to set the new path.
I ain't done nothing to you
I ain't even looked at you funny
All I ever done is be me and all you ever done is
Hate me
The simple air of a whistle.
Clean outside air, sweet perfume, cigarette smoke
From the usual porch sitters
Outside Bryant’s grocery store.
Nana tells me,
‘White people pale ‘cause all they kindness been drained outta ‘em.’
Shushin’ her with the harshness of a kettle at boil,
Is Mama,
Scolding her for fibbin’ to me.
Grunting irritation,
My father will never understand the constant frustration
that runs through my mind when I think to chase him.
To run after the man who has my heart but it's an abomination
Why does the mockingbird sing?
Why does she lift her head to die?
Is it the color of her wings?
Or is it the passion in her cry?
The lash of the whip
doesn't define who I am
the burning sun's rays upon my back
don't tell me what my purpose is
it's the tender hugs of my children
that remind me of who I am
a mother, wife, sister, aunt
Birds have beautiful colors.
Their feathers of red and blue and golden yellow
ruffle together against the sky.
Let me break into your thoughts,
I’m a mindbomb, ticking time bomb.
Seven years I wore the the veil
shielded myself and kept pale
news shunned like yesterday’s mail
happier than my previous trail
The harmonious step
Like Ants—Strong in Numbers
Like Tributaries Leading to a River
Starts with a trickle, Becomes a Flood
Overflow of Hope, Love, and Faith
A Faith in the Human Spirit
A Faith of Humanity
We live in a world that has been teeming with hate,
Our ancestors have endured much pain and hate,
Our ancestors have inflicted pain as well,
We live in a world, in which we have no appreciation,
I have lost my voice in the crowd of thousands
from the top of my lungs I screamed down from the mountains
my vocal cords ache from the shouting in the streets
chanting and yelling for the rights of my people
Bars, the social norm
Keeping us in, keeping them out
When will it end
This nasty game they’re playing?
But we wont back down, no
The blood fueling our bodies with oxygen
Is the same. We all feel the pain.
Under protection of our own,
government was created to dethrown.
As a people, we chose to vote.
"Majority rule!" the people quote.
Soon, people debated, hated and fell into moral confusion.
I am bound to my chain
Never to be set free
The state of my confinement is one that is definite
A constant reminder that ensures my inhibition
The bus is hot as it rolls, and with the number of bodies is
Sticky air and sweat-wet seats and the raw smell of humans.
We are the freedom riders, the
Beaten at bus stops and booed as we walk.
The cage is open
But not to free me.
To free me from the bonds
That once held my cellmate
Whom I expect now runs
Far away from the hate
She was a Rose
A beautiful, brown Rose
She stepped up on the bus of separation
She sat down, for our freedoms
She rode the mistreated waves of segregation
She quietly refused, for our people
I have a nightmare.
Twoscore and ten years ago, Mr. King helped revolutionize our country.
Equality for all, he said.
No black, no white, no yellow, no red.
Equality. Shades of gray given what they deserve.
Sweat and blood cradle it,
It’s the mothers old hands that
Wove its breath.
High above myself and earth,
I can see freedom slowly drifting
Across towering mountains and dark
Clouds.
Separate
Has never been
And never will be
Equal.
Paging through the textbooks of history and time
The white, clean pages
Have been bleached of any color.
Black history relegated
I kept silent
haunted by my self
the past
In pain, I once was
recalling a voice that was once home
mama
are you there?
Blinking sweat from his eyes,
His heart is on the verge of defunct,
Light irises face his.
Wild with fear,
His stomach solidifies like rime.
Wake me up,
when the days of suffering and pain are over.
Wake me up,
when I can walk amongst others with out recieving a cold shoulder.
Being different,
with my face, color, and shape.
Being different,
The world is cold
The unknown cuss at the unknown
While heads get blown
Summoning all my people, we discuss the harms created by Obama's throne
The change still isn't shown
I'm torn between college
Who Are We?
We build our own lives and souls
We are unique and separate
But how do we think for ourselves
When society guides us
There is a path just found behind the school
Rumors say what happened there was very, very cruel
I go to see the famous place
And find footsteps at the base
I follow it and hear a crack
One.
You mock me, shame me, spit on me;
You deny my humanity and curse me.
You cannot see past my dark hue.
Two.
You mock Him who made me
By burning that cross on my lawn.
How would you feel walking down the street?
Minding your own business just being a teen
When a group of people behind you come to attack
Only because in their eyes you’re a “fag”
Dear God,
Is it time for us to live?
And break those shackles that bound our hands and ankles?
Trying to escape, danger lurking around every angle
Whip marks on our backs, blood leaking from the wounds
I am blessed
To have been born
Inside a place
Previously torn
But now repaired
With the thinnest thread
I remember this
As I go to bed
What they were called…
Negroes. Stupid. Ignorant. Less-than. Inadequate. Niggers.
What they really were…
Citizens. People. Mothers. Children. Husbands. Workers. Human-beings.
What they endured…
Represent
The palm of my hands is the palm of yours
Represent
They represent these United State shores
Comes the tall ‘n mighty stovepipe hat
One of the world’s greatest diplomat
A month after I was born, in 1955,
Mother told me
Of the beginning of the bus boycott
Because a woman of color
Refused to give up her seat
To a white man.
And that was the year
Two little ones hand in hand running
In the bright golden morning over Washington.
Their counterparts dancing in the Pool of Reflection
They were leaping and wheeling in the calm morning sun.
I stand for the people who walked down the street for equality.
Dr. King said it best in his “I Have a Dream” speech.
I stand for the kids who were pushed to the back of bus
The Civil War is 19th century news
Only talk about it in history when my brain is on a cruise
See the Civil Rights Movement ended years ago
And there’s just no more desire to know
If it wasn't for the magic
when this universe was born-
the gravity that held it down
the sun that kept it warm
Racism why is it even here
all it does is bring us tears
Whatever happen to a world of peace
its time we bring a new life lease
We stand in unity to raise hope
so that we may live in a place of harmony
Flawless sun kissed skin
In infinite shades of brown.
Beauty Sculpted by God
Crafted in his favor.
Black boy
(Hook)
Last night
Night before
24 robbers at my door
I got up and let em in
Hit em in the head with a rolling pin
I tack a portrait of you to the classroom wall
--You--
Gorgeously lit in the the frame of a window
Appear in the grays and blacks and whites of the photograph
Peering questioningly at all who view You.
So is that who I am?
To be stereotyped just from my interest.
Is that who I am?
The one who's labeled just for being me.
Rosa Parks. Malcolm X. Dr. King. Jesse Jackson. Mamie Mobley.
Tears shed, blood spilled, injustice fought.
But for what?
It is the year 1896,
And a black child born
In rural Louisiana
Sometime in 1865
Has just had her
Thirty-first birthday.
She should be happy--
Her newborn babe
Is healthy and although
There goes that ribbon floating through the air. Her dress flowing in the breeze. She's curious, she wants to go, no violence does she see. "No, my child, you must stay here. For surely that's not for you.
We washed upon the shores
And traveled in rivulets through the veins of a nation.
We filled her cracks and hollows
And saturated what was parched and wanting.
People
A head, a heart, a body, a soul
Working, breathing, loving, hating
Brothers and sisters
Created as equals
With only small differences
We live, we love,
We take part in others lives
When you see a rainbow after a storm
You can’t escape it
It illuminates there in the sky for all to see
Each color together in perfect harmony
Now what would a rainbow be
Here is a man
Proud and strong
black
Here is the Law
Strict and harsh
White
Here is the school
Whites only
Fair
Here is Oliver Brown
Stop this
Please
Ever since I came out the womb,
they said it was power to the people
But what power do you have
when you aren't allowed to speak back when being speaked to
We've spoken, the world has been broken
At first just yelling.
Spiteful cries,
Words like cleavers,
Got under her fingernails,
and the mahogany skin on her cheeks.
And then the stones came,
an ambush,
penetrating deeper
The unbalanced sovereign rules over his people.
Treachery, lies, and an unhappy flock.
Hobbes and Paine speak of contracts and "Common Sense".
But who has common sense?
The story of then,
The story of now,
and then the story yet to be unveiled:
Tap-tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap.
Yes I am angry. But you wouldn't know.
Staring down at the floor, how could anyone tell?
I clench my fists. Tap my foot.
I smile. I say "yes, sir" and "yes, ma'am."
One heart, one mind
All of our fates, intertwined
Campaigns, rallies all for one cause
Because we as a nation, belong under God
Who made man in his own image
Gave us the power to make our decisions
It is 1960 and there are two drinking fountains.
Colored on the left, white on the right.
A young black girl shuffles her feet forward slowly in line.
They drag along the dirt and make lines in the ground.
Freedom IS costly
Costly?
The lives that were Volunteered,
made freedom costly
The lives that were damaged beyond Repair,
made freedom costly
The urge to hold the family Dear,
made freedom costly
They march and march, but not without a reason.
With no guns or knives, but they're still accused of treason.
Signs in their hands, begging for a change.
Visions in their heads of better days.
Nobody gone hold me down
I am a man and constantly getting put down
In this world I am surrounded by hate
You take one look at me and discriminate
Paying me the lowest of the lows
Hands planted on her lap, looking at the wrinkles
Reminds her of the days she spent on her knees
Watching the houses and the trees
Looking so young but feeling so old
She does her daily do’s
Stirring and pouring
Standing alone on the corner
Listening, waiting, hoping
The message, loud and clear
But everyone else refuses to hear
All created equal they claim
But their actions don’t match the words they say
I am not just a number for you to process
I have feelings.
Nothing you say can change how I feel.
Just because you think you can shut me up with
words
hate
violence
secrets
Why you so surprised?
You thought change was gonna come
But let me explain something to you
History repeats itself
And it’s just a matter of time
Before you’re back in the fields.
Why am I so different?
Confused by the color of my skin, I am ashamed.
Though He says we should love everyone, but one does not love me.
I am in pain.
I had a dream
Where a world was free
It never mattered who you are
but what you will become
I am fighting for a dream
where I can be free
It doesn't matter who I am
Just what I want to become
I walked miles to school every morning, past the closed doors of the all-white school.
Dirt clouds ruined my clothes and my shoes became worn and my hair mangled.
You're a strong young woman. You know you are.
He's just some jerk in class that always has to have the last say.
But there's something about his wit and attitude that you like.
You know it's dangerous.
I was raised to hate the black man,
To spit as he passed me in the street.
I was raised to hate his wife, too,
The woman I never thought to meet.
For hundreds of years the black man has been crying
with inner tears, striped from his manly dignity and
identity, his self love has been ripped.
For centuries the black woman has been
demoralized then defamed.
As well as watching her dignity being put to shame.
Because of the pigment of my skin, they do not see me
Since I am "different", I am separated
And although they give many reasons
I know that it is not because of
My hair, or the way I dress, but
Like crayons are only colors our skin is too.
We should all be equal shades to the human sight,
but fighting over colors is a destructive thing to do.
The sun began to set as little Johnny trudged on
three hours ago he found out that his mother was gone.
Dead by water maybe dog or cane
but all johnny knew is they didnt even know her name.
Hit the mirror - watch it shatter
Not liking what you see
Blood running down your arm
Oozing like your broken heart
-
Empty inside - no friends outside
Why even bother trying
When Obama won they said it’s over. He won. He’s in.
I say no. One triumph does not erase past sin.
The pen has hit the paper, the paper has been passed saying in the United States of America, slavery no longer lasts.
My Bones Ache
My Hairs Grey
My Pride is Gone
Can I Rest Now?
You Ask For My Seat
I Say No
My Hands Are Cuffed
Can I Rest Now?
We fight For Whats Right
Boycotting Transportation
As we are black ,
we tend to be underestimated
as we fought for our rights they couldn't hold us back
Our forefathers bled for us.
They took the pain of being
different away.
They fought against the
stubborn who would never
allow black people to have
rights.
They say we are equal.
Why the bullying?
Do you think it's fun?
Is it satisfying?
The way you treat them?
They say we are equal.
We take for granted the freedoms we have
The biggest freedom of all to some
Are civil rights and liberty
African Americans will stand on my behalf.
We often do not look back at the past as if we were there
Who gave you the right to take away mine?
Who gave you the right to tell me where to sit
To eat
To go to the bathroom
And even drink some water
Can you imagine what it's like to struggle?
To be confined to a suffocating bubble.
To not be able to live peacefully and equally with man
Or be condemned because of your love of man.
We are taught that we are one.
My rights are my rights/ got infinite time to put up a fight/ going through the system/ listen to your mther respect your father/ dont speak out/ dont stand tall/ fit the mold of the kid that will work till they get to old/ my dream job unattain
The pain they felt
I cannot imagine
They fought for rights
With such great passion
They fought for right
With all their strength
They fought to be equal
To fight this hate
The fight for rights
The pain they felt
I cannot imagine
They fought for rights
With such great passion
They fought for right
With all their strength
They fought to be equal
To fight this hate
The fight for rights
If that mysterious man of old awoke
What tales would he tell?
If that mysterious man of old awoke
What praise would he sell?
Growing up, all I ever heard was how the "white man" would keep us down.
How all they ever wanted to do was see me frown.
How I was suppose to accept this as life truth
and never enjoy the fruits of my youth.
I left the Home, a shabby lumbering shack,
Taking only the clothes on my back
And the chime of Symmetrical thoughts,
And walking with Ambitious steps,
Trampling the Dirty paths, and
In a time of hardship,
Many fear the fight,
Many face the fight,
Going day by day struggling,
Many face the fight,
Trying to ignore the ignorant people,
Many face the fight,
You sit up on the bed you were sleeping on
The Pain inside of you shudders your every bone.
The youth that once was is now forever gone
You vainly try to remember all those moments you were happy,
How do you describe my skin? Do you only describe me as light skinned? Do you not see the pain and scars that are visible to the surface? I know I'm not perfect... I'm different My skin is my shield hiding all the, pain, sorrow, the quilt?
Beaten and tired of being called on last,
Mocked and threatened, living this way is no easy task.
Viewed from the bottom of society’s totem pole,
White faces all around and they expect us to stay small.
A whistle to myself,
I whistled a song,
A song about a woman,
frightened by the black night,
frightened by what she don't understand,
she calls upon the daylight,
and then it comes,
A black woman, Rosa Parks,
Refused the white man's way.
To the police, the driver narks,
to jail she went, and got bail anyway.
The Montgomery Boycott sparks.
Boycotting the buses, day-by-day,
Many a man has lived that has given his life for another.
Not many a person, though, who has changed the world forever.
whispering wind will pass
the booming thunder will overpass
your voice will shutter and ever-last
but i wonder who will hear it
make souls shiver at your voice
to hear the goodness of men
This is the public, right?
Than why shall I be set aside.
This is wrong, we will fight!
We just want to eat.
We all need to care.
So here is where we’ll sit,
Until we’re treated fair.
The weight of history
is what we carry everyday.
Like ankle weights that shackle us to an antiquity we never lived.
Past
Unlived shared experiences that we know all too well.
Can you hear them
as they sing?
The whispers of the wind?
Can't you hear them,
And their song?
Wanting him again?
They seek the one,
The truth he brought,
The truth of which we've lost.
How do I repay
the deeds done by
the civil rights leaders
of the bonded past?
How do I shine light
on the dull, average people
who became heroes
by taking a chance?
I felt connection there,
my yellow skin flashing in stark contrast with
the black in my right hand,
the white in my left.
It is August of 2012 and I walk through your memories, a museum.
My feet pace the floor where yours once did, a battleground.
I gaze at your portrait and into your eyes, silent.
In the election of 2016 I will vote.
There is a life. A life of a new age in which all men are free. I never dreamed that I would see this day, ho how my soul looks back in wonder. Our Ancestors, who bore the strife and the hardships of this life, they call to us.
From the beginning of time we have been judged by the color of our skin.
Not caring for what was within.
People have told us for years we are not wanted here, but what makes them think we had a choice?
I AM,
Somebody.
Initiating the vigorous montage of syllables sliding down our tongues.
corruptedly speaking
our words of passion
and love of grace.
Bullets of sweat trailing down the shell, we can not change
Some say black,
Some say brown.
They call us monkeys,
Some still slaves.
They call us stupid and uneducated,
But really there is some irony in that.
We as humans, only asked to act upon our gift of living
Throughout the abuse and torture
We still find in our hearts, the spirit of forgiving
Watching our people experience genocide
Contemplating suicide
first foot, second foot march.
here and there everywhere just march.
to get where we half way are today they had to march.
to get where we want to be tomorrow and never be sorrow we have to march.
A century before,
Not quite a distant enough memory
brother fought brother
on an all too familiar soil.
Fight, they said.
Puncture the minds of those who choose not to listen.
Free your voice.
Let yourself be known.
Fight, they said.
Persist upon your rights to be.
Unbound, unarmed.
Fight.
Black and white
White and black
Ying and yang
Colors that make this world bright
Why should color of skin matter
When trying to achieve rights?
Every minute of my fifteen years on earth has been spent examining the various colors around me
The chestnut trees that stretch their tired branches shed a great deal of vibrant green offspring
Chains chafe my skin
My blood mixes with the sweat upon my back
Both rivulets running down and racing to the dry dirt
My burden affixed upon my shoulders
One mind,
Same heart,
Why are we blind
to see that,
But yet quick to see color,
Black, White, Orange, Green, Red,
We all bleed red.
Pain experienced,
Violence involved,
Tragic heartbreak.
"After working all day.."
Tired, i bet,
All day had she worked, worked up a darn good sweat,
Oh Lord, this woman said no.
Imagine this life
Divided by segregation
No equality
No independance
A life not worth living in
Ruled by skin color
E - Everyone is loved in God's eyes.
Q - Quietness about this issue is not needed.
U - Understand how important it is to stand up.
A - Anticipation for a better future.
L - Let people know what you stand for.
Faces dark and faces light,
Hues so varied shining bright.
Different colors God did paint,
Beauty marked on every face.
He decreed that all should love,
Welcome, embrace, never shove,
Cradled by life, mind so naive
Fierce within, yet shackled by body.
A voice so strong, a will so powerful,
Humanity's gift so humble yet so. Very striking.
Ghouls gaze upon onyx skin and fall behind deviled eyes.
You look inside the bus
You find a sea of people
Much like an ocean
Both filled with life
Colors are scattered about
As people move around
Much like a rainbow
Both vibrant and beautiful
Look around you,
Do you see
All those wandering souls just waiting to be freed?
The boy watching the popular girl, too scared to approach,
Lest he be tormented for wanting to be close.
Fear
Filled within their hearts
Individuality, discouraged by the Xeroxes
Adversity, scorned
Change, frightening
The Unique
With an appetite
For speech
For Identity
For Recognition
Centuries of oppression,
Second rate, second-class existence,
Judgment not by character but the color of one’s skin,
Biting dogs and blasting hoses assault the dreams of decades,
The smoke burns
My throat is sore
Daddy says run
But they’re doing more.
I never knew
How bad it was
How much hurt
Came from us.
‘Cause Daddy says
This is okay.
And any lies
I'm going to take you back in history and I don't just mean yesterday's history.
I'm talking about to the history of our ancestors
To the History of slavery
where the color of our skin made my ancestors slaves.
They were treated different,
Because they looked different.
They were a different race
They were made no space
To live together in their world
They weren't equal enough, and were hurled
You try to tell me, that we are not one
You try to tell him that he is not like me
You want to separate us
But what you don’t see is that we are truly together
You are me, I am you, you are him and her!
Living in the Shadows, the man of color
Looks for work, only to be turned down.
Another day for food stamps
and support from his wife
Living in the Shadows, the man of color
All or Nothing,
Our neurons fire based on that principle
All or Nothing,
Our elders fought for that principle
All or Nothing,
All or Nothing,
I keep repeating those words
You stand with Me.
Hands connected. contrasting skin.
Warm from the fight that flows through our veins
Damp from the tears of our palms.
Against Oppression neither of us can take.
You stand with Me.
Black and white are as opposite as the sun and the moon.
People can be so thick skulked, like stuck in a cocoon.
Even if the colors are on the opposite sides of the color wheel.
But judgment is what all people can feel.
You took charge.
You had power with your words.
You are a hero in so many eyes.
Your spirit will never die.
You are the only reason I'm here.
You made it possible for me to be here.
I've overcome…
From the whips and chains..
I've overcome…
From the bitter taste and sinking pains..
I've overcome…
From the shackles and wounds that burn all day..
I've overcome…
I stare in front of me as I put one foot
In front
of the other
I look down
At my wrists
And see them yoked to my brother’s
And my sister’s
I think about how proud my mother
Would have been
It hurt, you know.
The way you treated me.
The way you made fun of me, the way you hurt me, the way you talked about me like I wasn't there.
It was like I wasn't even human to you.
Martin Luther King, Jr. unveiled a dream and a brighter vision
Rosa Parks, unwilling to move aside, said "no"
A. Philip Randolph organized a march that would make waves
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
not a definition of a physical substance.
Beauty is a color,
a multitude of colors,
a sea of colors,
a flowing serpent of delicious dangerous colors,
Love and Acceptance broke through the chains of Hatred and Prejudice.
They fought long and hard and finally gained power, gained momentum;
Equal Rights for every man, white or black or in between.
Falling.
The fresh taste of blood salts my lips.
Rage. How dare I dream about a future that may never come?
For dreams bring the pain, despair of hope.
Hope for the better.
Anything better.
Racism is something that one can't speak on unless they experienced themselves
Looking to be treated equally like everyone else is simply like a toddler reaching for a 6 foot shelf
Passing by their faces show,
The ignorance hidden deep below.
I read their faces like a book,
Absorbing every dirty look.
Fear and guilt consume their eyes,
Unconcealed through pretty lies.
I strive to take a breath as my lungs fill with the heavy smoke
The fire burns so hot sweat begins to trickle off my arms
The burns sting and the heat dries out my eyes.
The power of the right,
Was not acknowledged by the Might.
They fought and fought,
Yet they were left distraught.
No one’s pointing a finger,
But did you do more than linger?
The world was so cruel
All the blacks were treated like fools
They were enslaved by whites
They had no civil rights
But now look where they are
They have made it so far
They fought for civil rights
"All of you boys best move right now!" yelled the officer.
I did not move, for I was unafraid.
Dr. King said we must not move, so I do not move.
"If ya'll don't want to listen, I'll get the hose"
Law
Righteousness
They are not the same
One
Yet two
To the naked eye
The other is blind
They can come
From two different minds
And never intertwine
For some reason
Breathe in.
Stay calm.
Fingers refuse
As they shake.
Reach for the door knob.
Take a moment to gather
Some valor.
Think of The King.
Remember Ghandi.
Remember Rosa.
Black
Black and White
Were all eyes closed at once
Hurt
Hurt in hearts
and marching to the South
the south of our hearts
what rips us apart
inside
Sit
Sit on that bus
March
The night was thick like a nightmare,
The shadows lurked with fear,
The gentle wind felt cold on our dark skin,
Our hearts raced like a caged bird’s wings.
A protector from discrimination
You come for my salvation
In your eyes there is no difference of color
No shame in sexual orientation
No barriers for speech,
No integrity that is beat down
On a bus that cold wintery December 1st 1955,
Word caught the wind and the people did thrive.
Could this be? Well of course it could.
From the white folk ever came anything good.
Together let’s play a game,
A game of Checker’s with two colors,
With squares both equal and same.
When dreams long since are spent
and broken-
when a weary people can no longer
wait-
they will rise up, rise
from raisins and sores and rotten meat,
and they will speak.
Once united
Now divided
Forced to move
For the greed of whites
Stript of their pride
Stript of their freedom
Forced to leave their homes
To live their lives as slaves
I wish the moon could kiss my lips,
Releasing the sorrow I so long have held there.
A gentle touch from beams ever last.
Calms the soul, calms the soul,
Keeps me whole.
(A colored skin individual with dreams and aspiration in their eyes
Faced with the choices of the now and the then
Reminded of the options and choices they never had
No opportunity to frolic among the most educated
In the beginning, there was darkness.
There was no room for sense,
No room for differences.
But one day, a light suddenly appeared.
There was laughter and tears,
Celebration and mourning,
In a crowded room you are alone,
Surrounded by those you’ve never seen before,
You are judging them all,
And they are judging you.
You don’t really mean to,
They say it's hard for people like me to succeed
They say it's because we're a minority
They say it's because we don't really try
They say it's because we're all just...waiting to die
