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A lot of people had come and gone. Even those we confined on. Regardless betrayal. It's absolutely true that, even a family can never be together forever,
I can relate to the frost on the window Not the frost that lies on the outside, but more on the inside It crawls like a spider or whispers of a lie More importantly, it is less trapped than I
life is always changing and sometimes it can feel like chaos when you have to divide yourself into pieces to get your shit done
The kindness that draws A spirit closer to home The mindlessness, flaws That makes us our own Are all part of people Those lost and those found None reaching the steeple But all heaven bound
Being a human being is to love everyone Don’t get confused about being a Christian Who is to be a Super Being, a great Human
Sunday afternoon in the middle of August. Sun lounging high in the sky. A cloudy menagerie decorates her home. I walk down to the river Hear the boats passing by A roar of engines and water
Some run fast, some run slow Some fall behind and don't know which way to go The scenery changes from seeing the track straight ahead
The sun comes out, Glittering and proud, accompanied by a cry of a plump healthy baby;
The bloods of disdain became apparent over time I'd have trekked a million hells only to say it wasn't mine And the rough terrain was rocky and ill structured like we; Found lost, exposed, and alone each time
Drawing out my pains in Thursday morning when I've found my world Crashed and still bleeding, but I'm alright, I'm unscathed Or rather, my world has found me Chosen me today
Just us walking beneath the moonlit night,walking along the beach,as the waves splashthrough my toes,a little crab runs over my toesand disappears into the sea.Walking and talkingwaiting for a reply,shadows castupon the silver sandsI halt,look aro
I believe that nothing in life comes with a guaranteenot even the things you buy at a supermarket,you pay for extra warranty and thenwhen it expires it is of no use. It is the same with our lifeour relationshipsour family,our friends,our neighbors
The store down the lane was distributing some free samplesof milk powder and coffeewith my chest-high, I walked up to themfor the free samples, they refused to give meThen came a woman with a walking stickwearing a pastel palette shirtand a pair o
i am not afraid of the burns they are merely proof that i lived
What a beautiful day it would be The butterflies roam free No one to chase thee A world without humans Oh, what a day it's a blessing upon us all or so we say
Who is it? Is it the mail carrier? The bank teller? The dentist? The Chrisitian? The news reporter? The artist? The Buddhist? The construction worker? The bartender?
Who is it? Is it the mail carrier? The bank teller? The dentist? The Chrisitian? The news reporter? The artist? The Buddhist? The construction worker? The bartender?
I am a human That is all. Even when you zoom in, I am small. The world is large, I am just one of over 7 billion. I shall take charge, And train myself to work for the common civilian.
I SEE ALL BLACK....... I fear of being all black..... If it goes on how it is... I fear It could be all black... If it's not the call to end up violence.. If it's not the dawn for a new society...
DeadDead livingLiving deadLiving with deadLiving but deadSilent or muzzledUnseeing with open eyesHearing but deafYou decidewhere you belong?Man oh manWhen you fall,
Sweet tender Gaia, the goddess of the earth, Picks up her apples with anticipated pleasure.
Trembling, timid, twisted Rebellious, reckless, ruined Ebbing, erring, ensnared Amuck, anxious, afraid Sporadic, stressed, sinful Ugly, unsure, umbrageous Restless, ruthless, recalcitrant
strange and foolish quirks trivial human foibles speed bumps in my life . © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved . *** Poetry notes:7/28/2018. Poetry form: Senryu
Here is a story Left often untold. Of a young lad and his lass, Unusual to both new and old. The words are aflight And the plot is afoot -- There! Do you see him? Dirty, covered in soot,
I am a man. I’m sure my reputation proceeds me I know just how you’ll perceive me But I’m begging please believe me Please open your eyes and see me I am a human
Life is like a car without brakes Except on fire and filled up with snakes It frantically flies, as if scraping the skies And will probably end up in a lake But life has a deadline in mind
I am human above all else.
I am a man A simple, 2 bells and one whistle man. I do not fear my existence. I just am. My saying this should not offend you. I certainly mean no harm.
The effect of your affection is wearing out You shouldn't have waited so long Kept him wondering if to you he belongs Only for the agony to prolong The place has turned vacant, yet
People, humans, mankind A bit of a mystery, so it seems After a bit of growing up you think there’s nothing to redeem On the outside looking in, it may appear that we have it all together
Me and the world are holding on to peace like it's 1969 but really though Like a nation at war we are tied What a conceptual terror that is Like a world at peace we are bound
It’s when you sit down and your ass already hurts. The lamp shade remains crooked, but you put it off Until tomorrow and you start falling into that place; The place without walls, but filled with floaty feelings,
I Stand. The fires burn me and I stand. The people scorn me, and I stand. Darkness hunts me, and I stand.
what captures the earth's wonder, takes us to new places, and leaves us with happiness or heartbreak on our faces? it paints us to another and carries entertainment's greatest masterpieces
What makes us human Some say love Curiosity Some may say soul I say 3 bottles of beer An engine, spare parts
It’s a tragedy for those of us who stay the same When time tries to heal, but we stand against the winds of change Because you resist, you’ll make the same mistakes Those are the choices of us living not in love but hate
keep your head up, soldier. you are here because you chose to be. keep your head up, soldier. men like you don’t cry. and never in front of anyone else.
My Youth The World, the world, the world, Tiny, Big the world, It’s round or square, it’s in the Air! It’s here or there, it’s everywhere, It’s Blue, Green and full of We. It’s We the People, the Strong and Free.
Some people just don't understand ME For who I am... For who I want to be... To them I'm just an INCONSIDERATE HUMAN BEING And I just don't understand why... But oh! maybe I do...
Why can't you see that I'm okay? Why do you keep trying? Why do you turn away? Why must I keep lying? Why do you even ask? When you know, I'm hiding behind a mask.
Why is it that the best muses are love and pain? Because they are strong. Why do people feel them so easily?
A dark abyss swallows my soulLonely and cold, out of controlI push and I pushInside, always breakingNever forgetting, Never forsakingA smile, simpleIt hides my fear
Why do I struggle to remain with my brain unstifled? Emotions running wild; how long can I stay intact, I don't even feel human. My heart's going black.
Hearing my secrets That's still only a small part of me You don't comprehend how much life's taken a toll on me But I'm good I'm great Hearts pumping no mistake
Vastnessis a conceptcreated to stretch boundariesof perception and allow forthe unknown to present itself.
Internalize In turn all eyes turn inwardand find only darkness,what a clever disguise.
Dear human population of planet Earth, A single raindrop slips from the clouds plummets through the air and lands on the windshield
I’m just a human I am weak, and I am strong. Please do not hurt me I know I am wrong. The wind howls loudly
A man can learn all that he can, Can know so much he need not plan, Could see it all, across all worlds, And yet he’d be but half a man. With sight Omnipotent he has,
One day you may look in the mirror and see an animal. The human exceptionalism that has been ingrained in your bones and pumped through your blood Will fade away Leaving only
you are so full of life so full of color that nothing i could say, will ever suffice if i could take every memory of your brown eyes and all your heavy sighs, i would pluck them like flowers
What's a hermit crab? A creature lacking a shell. It needs a shelter.
Dear Government, Thank you for protecting usIn times of need,But really, can you describe yourself as marvelous?If that’s your only good deed?Power,You possess itYou grasp it With every fiber of your existenceYou abuse it Twist it and turn it arou
Dear world, What’s going on man? I’m no batman But i can clearly unravel the mystery present You’re not currently very pleasant
Dear you, If you haven't heard it today I believe in you, even though we've never met. I believe in you because I know it is hard to believe in yourself,
My flaws aren’t as subtle as some others It’s obvious that I rarely stop moving That I can’t sit still or stand still as easily as others
Often infatuation becomes the idealization of a foundation of mere fabrication Get it straight, indifference is the opposite of love Truly hear it my dove
Pick and Choose. This or That. What to do. Choices, decisions, options. What can we do? Where can we go? Who shall we be?
My love, is it you? i do not want to loose your soul for another because of blindness. am i blind? I miss you but i cannot remember who you are and loneliness
A Soul so pure Clearer than any crystal, Brighter than any Sun. In a place upon Heaven, Next to God's own throne, Side by side. Waves crash with each other
What is freedom, really? Is it a group of people in suits, A mob of people saying, "Back to our roots!" Is it a tangible thing that people can hold? The definition of freedom is quite out of reach.
Oh! Earth made human What do thou buryeth deep In the soil of thy heart That thy mouth out of abundance Dare speaketh not
This is me, who you see The mask I wear, the burden I bear The deceit that hides behind my lies The pain that shows within my eyes The tears that swell within my heart I don't want us to be apart
I have to be better. I have brothers and sisters who are watching. I get tired and weary and depressed because I can't save everyone from hunger and poverty, But my head must hang high because people are watching me. No one sees the tears.
Yea....I know, You can't tell me what I know. You're acting as if you're the sea and I'm the boat, But we both know that you're too weak to tote....me. Mybad...I messed up,
The Princess and the Peace By Sophia de Castro Once upon a time, There was a princess Who dreamt of the day she would sleep peacefully, Unbothered by the peas underneath her mattress.
Let's get back to being human As we lost it some way back We devolved to war and warrior; Let's regain the human track Let's get back to being human It's who we're meant to be
I am lost I am found I am dark I am light I can be happy I can be sad What am I? I am human Yes, I'm scared
All humans are born free and equal yet it never seems that way, Hateful words of society corrupt people from day to day “Dress how you’d like your body is great!”
You whisper delicate lines between each kiss I hung on like death Everyting you do it toturous my passion burning within to the promised sunrise The secret sweet
Right to left, left to rightwe are safe, in the dark of night.With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so brightdon't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
Is This Not The Very Nation Built on religion That goes to elaborate A clear Segregation Between Church And State And the same country that
America – home of the brave. Neigh – home of the majority Home of the security, the humility, the fidelity Can anyone see the gravity? The gravity of the situation at the tips of our fingers
Weather Forecast Feeling the emotions. Feeling the difficult notions. Moving like the different oceans. Flowing slow, medium, and fast.
The city roads are full of potholes. The railroads creek and squeak with the passing of heavy machinery. I sit in the garage at my borther's home. I am a homeless college graduate--in debt.
STRONG BOLD FIERCE WIN; Perfect. Me. TEST HIT THRUST FIGHT; Torn. FIX BEAT CRUSHED STOMPED; Changed. FAIL BROKEN CRY
I am aware that I've fallen Into some bad habits lately But I am unaware that Human is a disease This is just different Let me make mistakes
Blood bonds make us strong But they also weaken us No matter how distant the song You can always hear the buzz When joined together families can be destructive They can get in fights, and argue
Life that is without direction, Without thought. People that lead without choice, Without reflection. Those who experience true feeling,
I reached out to the sun, but he burned me No matter how I approached, I was scorched. The sun seemed to burn brighter each day for months I wanted to be close, to feel the warmth
Sleep, hush, dont make a peep, this foolishness of acceptence is causing my will to seep.
Am I perfect? No. But I try. Trying isn't good enough. She never aims high enough... She shoots, She falls They laugh... Humans. Not perfect. Supposed to be. But not.
It all begins with a single song Drifting, fluttering, singing along. The sweet scents of a thousand flowers As they mingle through the air, It only lasts for what seems an hour,
Why is this a world where people are punished for themselves? They say God hates gays, They say God hates trannies, They say God hates blacks, They say God hates Asians, They say God hates us,
I was young and I wasn't free But I am capable of dancing when I'm happyI heard they said that made me prettySo I put on a smile, gracefully
I'm shedding tears for all the people we've lost just this year. From senseless violence to overgrown conspiracies, can't you see the enemy? They hide in plain sight so no can ever see.
Love is nothing but human nature It's like the wind I can't see it but I can feel it when it's coming And I'm standing in the eye of the hurricane with you I didn't see this coming
Not understanding the vaule and reason for opportunity of human life This always seemed present. People used the ability of thinking for their advancement and pleasure.
The lines on her face They be storytellers Each with their own voice A wrinkle, a page Providing a resting place for the dust of the day Hidden among the sun-taxed maculas And if you ask her
If we live everyday with the blinds closed, we will never notice if the sun has set or if the moon has risen, rather life takes a standstill.
Searching, yearning, hoping For an answer besides war. A war being fought All for one. Constant if's and possibilities unknown being done All for one. Lives being threatened behind the shadows
Help me, with a Clarity of Feeling. Naturally, as much as we can, I must feel it. Help me, Be at Peace with my Heart. I love Trust love. Naturally,
Cold Frosted Bitter Meaningless to you, no? Because you're so Perfect Golden Saintly But I'm a Monster Villain Outcast
Behind every smile, You know that there is some sadness. The sadness that we mask With forced laughter, With excuses for the tearing eyes. It is simply much more simple to smile,
"Work smarter not harder" is the one thing i came to conceive in a deserted location home or work an idea that provides in order to receive
Valuable in my Eyes The artistic sky Paints a picture of freedom For lone gulls to fly. On this island, “Perfect” can’t even describe the happiness that These warm currents bring.
As the world lay in ruin, I asked myself,"Did it Pass?" Did the horrible war that forced us to conform,Did the preachers whom to God they're sworn,Did the witches,Died of execution form? Is it past,The reign of terror?The fog through which is uncl
Hi I'm here to tell you a story A story about me Or you Or him Or her Or those two over there Or the ones walking behind me Hi I'm here to tell you that We are alike I'm here to tell you that blood flows through my veins Sharp objects can
I see people come and go, I see people say goodbye and hello. You cannot deny the feeling that grows, when You and the people join paths. It comes to stay and grow, this feeling.
I feel like a god is toying with me All my blood in my tears amount to Nothing and any effort goes to waste On anything and everything I want to Be successful at! The hand knocks down
Human Rights These are rights that are endowed to every human, rights that make us all equals. I cannot live without human rights, taking away these rights takes away my humanity.
The meaning of identity is having a close similarity affinity identifying oneself to another idea. To be or not is no the same you see to be means
I don't like it when people say you have a soul
This skin does not belong to me it is merely borrowed. A place in which I only temporarily reside. My skin is not yet finished. My time has not yet come. But it will.
Everybody experiences it Temptation. What should Make your Any different than Everybody elses? We are all HUMAN We all face DIFFICULTY That is what makes us Who we are
A day of joy was for all From the past days of toils A happy day it was for him Seeing her and shake handsin fear Joy others had Parading parades with screams
I am a human I started small And grew up large Started thin And gained my curves I am a human I have two strong legs That carry me Daily Across school Across my journey
I would say that I am sorry for disappointing you But I have come to a revelation I’ve been placed on a pedestal I did not ask for I’ve been given a cape I had not bought for myself
True loveThere's a man who woke up one dayHe found a letter where his true love once laidit's been 2 years since she walked offto where, he has no thoughthe keeps the letter in his hand
Notes from plants- it’s clear now. Soon, few will know of the Earth as it once was- bewitching.
we are humans mistakes and lies for the troubles of the world we tend to hide we remain true
These vertical floors constrain thought; Internal desires are now fought, Tides surging splatters all around The artists mind, no reward found. Each color streams grey from pallettes:
Who said poetry had to be pretty?
My name is not important,I am not my name. I am a lover and a listener,But also a strong fighter. Though my name identifies me,It doesn't tell my story.
Some say ridiculous, but it phases me not. Sometimes acting frivolous, but only when I am distraught. Most of the time, working with diligence, along with everything I have been taught.
Why, in the relentless progression,
Writing is an honorble plan for man, as long as the writing in some way could help man understand for generations to help them learn special plans and avoid the scams and ditches of life. Will this pen improve my writer's lense?
I've been out way too late with you Watching stars. You make me feel just enough You're good at keeping me where I'm at. What a thing we've become, you never know what's coming next.
There is so much controversy over the slogan "All Lives Matter", and I can not seem to get my mind wrapped around the idea why. Yes, black lives do matter. I, as a black woman agree with this statement. There is nothing false about this at all.
Funny story about opinions, they're not always right.
I know I am white You do not have to stare At me With your doe eyes And envy I know I am white I hate this skin Keeping us apart This lesson we've all been taught
Your skin, it breathes Your hair, it speaks, Your mouth it loves. You speak gods into the minds of men and your silence shakes the Earth that supports you Its hard to feel awesome, when pain lingers
Within myself, I hold a universe. Silent. Darkened eternity. Stars and galaxies seem distant and far As you naviage the empy planes And cold and desolate Planets that may have once held life
my soul is well, yet my mind is lost in an Identity crisis.
No one has time, But there's always time To complain. No one sees, But they do. No one cares In this world We once called home. I only know What I've been told,
What is it that I am But a cloth hung up to dry In the spring breeze Quickly, hopefully, before it rains. And when it rains, I am forgotten, Drenched again from head to toe,
What color is perfection? That elusive transcendence from reality That which demands unnecessary change I see you, and you are transparent. I am flesh and bone I bleed when I am cut open
A far off dream , is like a scattered memory...
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside. Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
The Experience of Self By Andrea Spencer Silver fingers brushing soft pine’s needles -whose frost scrapes and burns this season- into her human hands.
Who am I? I am the seconds in between breaths where the thoughts creep in I am the smile in the sunshine with the windows down in my jeep
You better believe you gotta misread all the signs, they ain't faithful All the ladies, they ain't careful you gotta have time to get a dime this world, this life, all the strife Dams blowin up,
There are times when I feel worthless And others that I'm the queen There are days when I feel useless
It took me a while to stand up and smile And shine bright despite the crowds. And although now I voice my opinions by choice I haven't always been outspoken and loud.
"Straghten your spine." "Point your toes." "Longer legs." "Stronger back." "Longer waist."
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the Skin cells we shed each day, so Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper Look, for true beauty lies within In the muscle that gives me strength And connects the
I am of flesh I breath sin I keep to myself what lies within But do express And I'll give you notice When storms draw near I feel their closeness Love one love all
Looking in the mirror you'll see something that naturally I think is horific, cheeks too wide, mouth too small, eyes although pretty in color are not big enough to stand out.
Remember to be kind You musn't hit boys You can't wear pants Only boys wear pants Young lady, cross your legs Always smile and be sweet Girls are made of sugar
"I'm going to swing from the chandelier"
She paints her face on in the morning
To be A battle. To represent neither the winner Nor the loser. But the entirety of the war. I am neither light nor dark But space between A no-mans land in shades of tan The bastard child of the cage and the wild I am natural.
I fall, I rise. I make mistakes, I live. I've been hurt, but Im alive. I'm human. I'm not perfect, but I learn. I've encountered hardships, but im thankful.
Who am I beneath it all? Who am I without any makup? Who am I?
Selfies are stupid, You can fight me if you think otherwise, When people take them in public, I look at them cross-eyed, What the fuck are you doing, Why filters exist, is another damn question,
Crumbing powder that coats the marble
So you want to know me? No filter, no edit. How am I to know? I'm only 19. Sometimes I am brave and strong and want to fight for the world. Other times I am sad and scare and want to cry for the world. Me
Do you ever get that feeling? That no matter what you do, you can never live up to the expectations? The expectations that are set by your parents or your friends or the society around you?
This world... full of fakes. Who is real? Who is putting on a facade?
I am human I am made of cells, and I am made of bones Am I perfect? Or course Will people judge me? No
What sayeth thou o' wise confidant, You old self-Omni-potent fool; Believeth in the ways of the scholar yet thou hath cast out, All faith all reason for such frivolous worldly attires.
If the whole world were to look up at the same cloud, what would they see? If I peered through stained glass, do I still see the same cloud? Do you see me as I see me? Meek.
I'm in a world of pain My best friend and my... ah! I can't stand this vain "Are you okay" Well yeah My heart just snapped And my friend is a dick While I just rapped Up my rage until I pick
"Look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful' . I'd repeat it. Look in the mirror and say " I love you". I'd try , but nothing would come out . I'd go mute. I spent most of my life trying to hide myself.
I am flawed You are flawed. We are all flawed. These flaws can be physical: not matching to what society wants, not being the stereotypical beautiful covering it up with powders and cloth.
Turned myself into turning away from myself's self.Changed my changing to change the changing change.Tied into a tie that I wear like smiles on Sunday.
People are not much different than seasons,
novenber 12 2014
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Do or die, fail or try;either way, you don’t have a choiceunless you want to live life with a voicesilenced by others who would rather live in fearthan open up their minds and hearts to hear
"Lets get a selfie." #__ #___ #___ What is #? Is it a symbol of peace in which two fingers combine to make a conjent peace sign? Is it to make your statement sound exciting to get likes?
Everything around me feels odd
fragile, chipped, stained, a seat beside your window pane, as you sigh, as you smile, invite me to stay for a while longer, for which i never deny, i relish in the sounds of your goodbyes,
The shadow s
"Patience", she said, As she whispered in my ear. All being's trials start here. She drew me a map And left me alone. "If you want, come follow me here." With tears in my eyes,
To the day I die I will search for it My soul screams for it, it is in pain What is the purpuse in my life? I don't belive in JUST a life, there must be more to it than pleasures and sorrow
I will let darkness cover me, Make me weary
Like clay before it's set with fire, I too am delicate My heart is not made of stone yet it refuses to be fractured in the presence of others I'm not immune to judgment but welcome criticism
Word after word
Innocence lost Facade found Three year olds do remember Who would have thought? Tough Growing tougher Growing up Growing out
Hope. It runs deep. Deeper than any mineshaft, Tunnel or crevice within the world. Versatile, yet universal to all. It doesn’t hesitate, procrastinate Or assimilate. Hope is…
You’re not my friend You’re a frenemy You used my shoes My towels My clothes My Dial I thought you were true You only hang around cause
My heart aches and breaks as you walk away Reaching out my hand in hopes that you'll hold it once more
Listen as I grow old the Gov's mask slips and expose a past. I learned so many things that concerns me. In all honesty this world is breaking apart. My poetry is picking up the debris.
I. I am saturated in vivid hues Painted by my culture, A life I didn’t choose, Mere stone formed into a sculpture. These decisions are not mine, A stranger’s language spoken,
What do you see? Those people With deep colored skin, And coarse kinky hair,
I was born and you were four you looked to me as an enemy Never saw the blood we shared since we came from two of the same
There once was a Boy,
A reason I give
Who are you? You help make me, you birthed me , but who are you?
Sometimes we are bling Even when the things we look for Are so easy to find Refusing to stop and think
Hispanic women always say I should learn how to cook, because men like that. Not just Hispanic men, but all men. Big men with swollen arms and clouded heads that like to take it slow.
There's a word for the way sunlight streams through leaves There's a word for the feeling you get when you remember what to say after someone walks away There's a word for sentimental longing of the past
We've run our lives,
The sunshine gleams in your eyes As the sea moves within your body You bend the earth And breathe the air You’re something new in the world A spark from a shooting star
Am I invisible? Am I merely just thin air? Or am I a fool who has a fool inside my mind? A magician, a joker, a poker player, And everyone else. It is our job to have a different face for everyone we met.
Tears drip from a dark, weary cloud Soaking the world in a wet darkness Dampening the spirits of the grass and the trees So even the sun has it’s head bowed. As the water falls below It depresses the people
Often times my father will say,"whats with this generation today?"And I'll stop and think about what we've donethat is so goddamned bad Obviously the foriegn warscorruption in the state
"Speak Your mind."
Poetic essay Before I write a poem, I think. Every day, A child is born from imagination. Every night, A child is put to sleep inside inspiration.
Chemistry makes my brain cells popNot knowing is what makes me rock.Like a stone that will grow no mossI must push to let others know my thoughts
I sit aloneon the ruins of human failure.On a stonemade of the promises broken.Feet underneath me,to stand would be impossible.I weep softlyon the ruins of human failure.
Tell me do you think I am blind?To the continuous jabs from mankind?Or maybe you would like to just keep me behindIn step with those composed and confinedIn a world where equality is so restricted and unkind.
My Mind is of the Forest, wide and everlasting, Yet subtle in its dominance; its same frailty— At Wind’s command the Trees do bow
Society is a mess We have boys turning into men In a society that says It's alright to be disrespectful It's alright to be sexist It's alright to be rude to women They're told we don't deserve respect
Just because I'm shy
It's hard to confess I haven't forgiven or forgotten
Ladies and gentlemen gather round to see my glorious new invention! Look at her isn't she wonderful? See how she smiles and laughs. She seems so happy and no one could ever tell what she's really feeling.
When I was eight, I tried to hand my crush a cookie he stared at it and said, "do blacks make their cookies different?" I stared at his bright freckled hand and fire glazed hair
Human; my thoughts are lost in a void of too many voices My soul’s deepest cry is clouded by a child’s tantrum I am a mute in a world built upon thunderous noises As a human, I’m slowly dispelling into oblivion
Lips are... Sweet Sexy Plump Small Big Round Pale Beautiful ..... A kiss is Peaceful Arousing Delicious Silly Aggressive Personal
This is my attempt at a spoken word piece. Not finished. But, its how I want to start and end it. Tell me what you think...
Humanity. Human. What a terrible thing to be. When we look back at everything, Humanity has painted red, Every twisted evil thought, Every twisted evil deed, We, who kill our mother,
My mind is exhausted, but I choose not to sleep. I just keep repeating words in my head, knowing I'm indebted to a man with nail-pierced hands And my time-span is spread-thin
If i ruled the world Everyone would be kings and queens If you want the diamonds and the pearls You gotta reach for it Coming up form the ashes and the bone Feeling like the Tinman, the Lion and the Scarecow
Tick, tick, tick; 3 seconds; the length by which a gold fish’s memory exceeds.
Ghost machineChemical combinesEssential electronsFlame combustionRed-wired boiling water.
Life hits you like a bolt to a tree,
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground Looking around this room, I hope most of you will understand
I lay still Still I lay While they look down at me I am dressed in satin. With my hair just so And a rose within my grasp Their eyes do cry They cry from their eyes
We are defined Not by the hearts that beat within us
The Human mind is very stouborn, very closed, and very tight. Ever since the day we were born, we lose our sight, to what WE think is right. The way Humans think is not so great,
My favorite color is blue.
An expert dressed in appropriate attire
Color By Jordan Devonshire Color is more than the seven in a rainbow Joy is the color of my soul when the sun glows Honey brown // the color of my skin
please stop placing me on a pedestal
Treat me as a human I rush to the classes I'm late to I am treated FAIRLY I learn new things that open my eyes I am treated GREATLY These eye openers force me to see I am treated FINER
Humans in Disguise We seek on this ground this ground called Earth
The ability to change the world is greater than I can imagine What would I change is a great question Would it be to creat world peace, or take away crime? Or would it be more complex, like slowing down time?
I drum, therefore I am Yearning for friction Enduring the force Keeping the honesty of sound waves I drum, therefore I am Tribal woes set forth Yell for the hills
People are just people who are people regardless of their color, I just found this out. They have their likes and dislikes disinterests and passions. Some are simple
Human Rights? What can one say about human rights? What about those who don't have a light? A persons a person no matter how small,
From one nestled
We are humans. We’re made up of skin and bones, muscles and cartilage.
I spend my life wishing
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.
Sleepy eyes, a heart indifferent to life A heart that is a slave to the light What lie of the face will I face? A beguilement of assorted grace I reach for the hollowness with pain
I am black. I am a girl. People tell me all the time what i can and cannot do. They label me as ignorant, rude, ghetto and ratchet because of my color. I am weak, whiny and sensitive because of my gender. Who are you?
Love to your body Love to your psyche Strip your insecurities Reveal your humanity While getting between your physical
Instantaneous instinct in the shadows of My yesterday; the nostalgic scent sickens me. What used to plunge my soul in hypnosis Is now a long-lost, hurtful memory, A reflection in which I've built immunity
I like how you tell me,in so many removed terms, that I'm falling apart -- as if I don't know it's wrongto savor the scent of my sweat, or I'm not awarethat my house is the line
Gravity is irresistible. I want to stay away, But this concept is not unmistakable. It must sustain on the bay. I feel defenseless In my naked soul. As I am relentless
Am I more than just a breath escaping from a pair of lungs? More than just a beat drumming in a chest? More than just the lakes residing in my veins? Yes, I am more. I am love and sweat
Alone is not a fun thing, It is so painful, It doesn't make you want to sing, It sometimes makes you sorrowful, Alone is different, It is weird, No one to talk to, It gets boring after a while.
What are you? What am I? I am human made of flesh and blood just like you, I can feel pain and heartache just like you, just like you. I am just like you only in a different body and of a different mind. But are we not the same?
When someone looks at me, they have only begun to know me. My appearance isn't who I am. I am not the curvature of my nose. I am not the shape of my face. I am so much more.
Compassionate and kind. These are synonyms of the word humane. A word with a root thats names one of the most violent, disrespectful and unfair race of beings in this universe.
The apathetic deal with their emotions by not touching them. Thoughts, what thoughts? They turn feeling into physicality Some say its a brute, primal way. But it's genius, Brilliant,
White or black what difference does it make? we are both skins that we did not create the color we walk in is our own the only thing that we can embrace is making us known of who we are
I'm a chromatic entity A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow Are you understanding me? A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
Here comes to us, at powerful speedA warrior on his valiant steedWho will never in a thousand years recedeAbout to perform a noble deedWith his majestic battle corpsWith confidence eager and secure
I don't like to be ignored. Actually I HATE to be ignored. And fuck those of you who immediately think that I am an attention whore. I'm not, I just don't like to be ignored.
When I was younger I would sit in the back of the classroom without saying a single word My teacher would always call on me
"We are human, therefore we are vile, disgusting creatures. We are human, We hate, We kill, and slander for Ridiculous causes. We are human, Self-absorbed, and
Young men—on the brink of legitimate adulthood—standing in a line. Guns cocked, polished shoes planted firmly on the German soil. Make us proud sons.
understand me don't overlook me yet some people prefer to underestimate me but i'm over that she's misunderstood she wants to be Ms. Understood but she has really bad relationship issues
Sitting in a room with four walls and thinking of life as it falls. We see it now and it’s gone tomorrow. What was done to cause so much sorrow? The times are changing and it’s becoming clear.
In the eyes of God we are all the same. Human. One life. One name. So why cant people realize that we are all the same? I dont care what color your skin shines and soaks in. I dont care if your gay, straight or lesbian.
Life is going always moving,World is spinning never stopping.Turning left turning right,People staying up at night.Singing, dancing, people prancing,Taking chances all around.Staring up staring down,
My breath releases cosmic realities, dances with our collective senses. My feet sweep across the skin of Mother Earthas my back is caressed by the songs of Father Sun.
What is black? The dripping loneliness Of ample emptiness When your emotions withdraw What is white? The blinding heat Which scalds, scorches, and sears Through the vacancy
Joy is a feeling, a freeness of mind, where the euphoria of your brain runs wild all the time. Its a feeling of relief from the pain of the world, from hearings of murder, extortion..it just makes me hurl.
Spread like thick mist of perpetual darkness, The harbinger, the evil, the snake, mischievous. Slithers. Spreads the black cloud of human error across the deep souls of mortal man.
The power to be imperfect. Or the power to be perfect. Which is better? We may never know. From the cruel and sudden fighting. To the pain, suffering and crying.
It's 11:16 and I can't fall to sleepI can't tell if it's the weatherIf it's excitement or dread. Maybe it's the dark in my room,or the monster under my bed.It could be the bombs calling my doom.
Turtles are gods On fallen trees, looking up. Surveying the wild green Water I approach without grace. The turtles fell, as little gods fall, Soft, and without diameter, into
A blank white canvas Said and done Left for us to create Much fun To role out hills Of greens and browns And hang up stars Of yellow crowns We would make The perfect place
Is it truly never enough for such a word to be understated? to question its power and under rate it? to be sorry is it not enough?
(poems go here) Raindrops fall From the crystal clear sky Passing layers of life Just passing them by Going on a journey Through the emptiness of air Headfirst to the ground Waiting to get there
I don’t want to know how to win, I only want to know how to grow. We swear that the tumor only grows on the Devil, but it grows on our Land. Her soul was ripped of it’s property and we are ripped of our choice.
Common is just an excuse For what we hate and often times lose Don’t just be, fly towards what allows your spirit loose Start a revolution; we are more than what we choose
why can something so small make craters in our soul? will We ever find it? maybe it was sold with the baggage of Hate carried away by Mistake.
Friends, what are friends? the ones that stick by your side the ones that are real Friends, what are friends? the ones that will never leave you alone the ones that will come to your funeral, when you're gone
Who peers out the window waiting in fear for A moment? A moment that confirms eternity- inferno or haven
Do you ever tell yourself to count you sins? To quantify your wrongs, or measure your faults?- These inevitable faults that makes us human? These inevitable faults that makes us Pressured Malleable and moldable
I was hated before I was born. I knew scorn before the sun kissed my skin. Am I a sin? Even as a child I could see This world was not made for me. Its like they can only see in white and black
Savor this sweet emotion, Remember its taste, Cherish the way it Brushes against my heart Like warm butter and silk, The way it settles into the center Of my stomach And fills my hunger
We live in a world of illusions. We trust falsified freedom. We feel spurious safety. We believe fictitious truths. We are stupid and wise. We are gullible and untrusting. We are saints and we are devils.
"You're stupid." "You're unworthy." "You're a disappointment." I would hear time and time again. I hear them carousel through my mind. No one ever told me I was stupid or unworthy,
All my things jumbled because the mind is not: and I’ve nothing to reference, so am I truly me?
Your eyes tell a story That plays on your lips You’ve got much to say and yet you resist Your mind is a novel Words etched on your soul But something has made you less than whole And I know this
(poems go here) Dark, deep Marbles in a pallet of white Pale, like a moonbeam Tired. Haunted. Human. Five fingered truths Paired with misery, Joy sustains Fleetingly, lost again
Reach for something you cannot hold Reach for something bold Reach for ignition Reach for good Reach to eliminate submission Reach for rebellion Reach for knowledge Reach for the apple
Incarcerated, but not in a real prison. Limiting myself.
Spread like thick mist of perpetual darkness, The harbinger, the evil, the snake, mischievous. Slithers. Spreads the black cloud of human error across the deep souls of mortal man.
A Counsel Averting the Burning of Our World By R. M. Otto
A moment A moment shared I saw you in that moment We saw A moment shared A feeling A glance A man sitting at the bus stop I passed him I saw him To find yourself in that moment
What does the Universe taste like? To swallow stardust and chew on the rind of the moon, To pluck a passing mediocre from the sky and place it on your tongue, Bite once, twice, hard.
I'm ready to get out of this small minded town people talk and preach but I never hear a sound They ask me what I want to be when I become a man Happy, but that's something they'll never understand
(poems go here) Thousands of people taken and killed every day Tortured in every kind of way Forced to do things that no human should be forced to do Without being given simple freedoms wouldn’t you hate that too
I have a vivid memory. It's not black, darkness, emptiness, but instead, a total lack thereof, devoid of anything. I can't perceive how alone I am, if at all. Something is watching me.
Every color in every nation Let me enlighten you my friends And share some inspiration Opression on these streets were'nt built to last Not every single person had the mind to grasp
I use to see your face On the face of the full Moon Salute the falling star Waiting for your message Or even a call to ease my pain
The malice human Injects hatred, and My body full of strength; The heart blessed with patience, Conjoin the pace.
Yet you are my dew in the petal of eternity You’ve got few strings of mine With their painted threads You’ve set up the net In your loom For the tapestry of your last gammon
You think you’re the only one going through this shit Well there’s one to many others Look at me Look in my eyes I’ve seen your pain I’ve felt the same disgrace I watched my mother suffer And cave
I want to be the smile that spreads across your face. I want to be the one that no one can replace. I want to be your dreams when your sleeping alone at night. It doesn't matter if they think it's wrong or right.