emotion
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Have you felt a feeling so resounding as if your worries dissovle into dust and you exhale and allow yourself to become part of the wind?
To my dear,
The way you make me feel,
Is more than real.
When I am with you or apart,
I close my eyes and see.
There is a beautiful place,
On a warm summer evening.
When I look into your eyes,
"Baby, I won't diev
for you but I'd
live for you,
and to be
with you
forever, and
till eternal.
I just wanna
live for you
and to live the
rest of my
live with you
Colours laugh and colours cry,
Turn out the lights and colous die,
You and I we both know well,
Each has it's own story to tell.
I had sewed their mouth shut
with needles of fame
and yarns of destiny
Heaven chose me for glory eternally
One silent night
A silent one
You and I like the morning lay
We found few dreams
We manifest oceans
I just need somebody to rant to,
somebody to understand what iḿ going through,
somebody to tell me the biggest lie that makes everyone´s day,
that it´s simply okay,
every step I take,
Your honestly trying
we cannot find a balance in between
no matter how hard we reach
there is no peace
your opinions seem to fly
mine´s at the bottom
your opinions, victory, itś soaring
They’ll check your smile
Once in a while
But no one truly cares
The are so unaware
My Lifeless body floating through life
When it comes to emotion between you and me, I was never moved by your subtle ways you think brings everyone concord.
You smile, but what do you smile for?
Look down at me.
The shapes you see, that could easily be reflections of who you want, If you forget it's just me.
And does it matter, the bleak expression unforgettably cutting across my eyes?
Constant exposure of
instant gratification,
that’s where we’ve drawn the line.
Where we are, where we’ve been;
then traveling further in time.
You can’t see the bruises on my face yet I still hurt. You can’t see the stab wounds yet I still bleed. He didn’t slap me yet I still feel the sting. Whoever said words don’t hurt lied. They do hurt.
You know being alone is when the thoughts really start to bother me, they start thinking that I am a bad person who deserves pain. One of the worst parts is, I always believe the devil in my head.
ROMANTIC EMOTION
Only the eyes 👀 of realist could see the intensity of such beauty in her. I see beyond facial expression. See--- those teeth creates romantic emotion.
#C9_fm
With each years' dawn I'm leaning toward a shoulder's setting sun
For each new breath of life, we must embrace the lies we've sung
dungeon ,crypts and abandoned castles
tell me what scares you the most
monsters ,witches,zombies or ghosts
which one makes you tremble the most
when you're not seven anymore
Is it them or the "loving ones"?
"WHAT I'M FEELING"
She's somewhat
freaky and
desirable.
She's a
gem like
and extra-
ordinarily
gorgeous.
And amiable.
"WHAT I'M FEELING"
She's somewhat
freaking and
desirable.
She's a
gem like
and extra-
ordinarily
gorgeous.
the stars were sprinkled across the dark evening sky when i had poured wine from my eyes and inebriated myself on the intoxicating liquor
ELECTRONIC SENSATION
Somewhat astonishing, sort beauty, pride of humanity. Fresh and fly.
Electronic sensation, 'gaped' That posture, exclusive structure.
Hate swelled up inside me,
choking me,strangling me,
hiding myself from behind it
i could only stand and watch as i bellowed
and shout at my friend.
I heard me abuse him,
Every nun wears a ring
Brides of god
an astonishing act,
as if deception of hell
came true with bush marks
and artists cheering
Rain is wetting windows,
but what about trees
The lights of the city glide within me
but do not pierce through me with their glitter
deep in me there still persists the black depths
of the black history i hear singing
True
feeling is as a deep well you can't run outta affection. To the
shark of my heart Yur the dream I just woke up from, yet the
vision I just ken. If wishes come true I'd wish to choose you
how can a nightmare be so bright
of a world filled with darkness
of the bright, its shining light
that leaves people with badness
the dark meets the light in eternal scilence
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
I woke up one day too tired to run;
I just didn't have the energy anymore.
I didn't have the resolve to fight.
I didn't have it within me to take action either.
I decided to let the wind blow,
honey-brown skin
glistens like liquid gold
and pours into my open mouth.
i drink up as if i've been parched for years.
but this flavor could never compare
One tiny peck of the lips.
It’s one little tiny kiss.
It’s so simple.
It’s so easy.
No.
No, it is not.
Movie screens lie.
It all started one day,
and I had no clue
of what was coming my way
I can't believe it's true.
I was told it would happen,
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
My physical body aches
Terribly as it resonates through my bones like a chord plucked on worn acoustic guitar strings
I beg for the release of the metallic chains of my inability to see beyond the depths of my own soul
My life is a misery,
All because I grew up with you,
In every season of life,
There's a reason why I still love,
Everyone's in motion What's the commotion I shop to avoid my emotions I could use a companion Friendship, what an interesting notion It's like they all say Feelings get in the way
Anger and frustration
Boiling from the inside
My mind has left the station
“Wolf” has the boy cried
To push away
My ear are covered
I have this ability
To absorb others’ emotions.
When someone tells me a story of emotion,
an extreme moment that they felt, or feel,
I immediately feel that emotion.
I want to be swept,
Swept away by love.
I want to sink deep,
Like in the ocean.
Floating away in the waves.
To have you there,
There with me.
I want you to lift me up,
Out of the water.
warmth.
embrace, it's something i lack.
i'll be without, you won't come back.
hate.
love, it's all an illusion.
at this point it's all confusion.
fate.
in*spi*ra*tion
what a silly little word for a
forever changing fact.
what is the point of being inspired
if the product of inspiration is
nothing but disappointment?
this.
maybe someday i'll understand
maybe someday i'll know why
maybe someday i can make my own choices
maybe someday we can talk about it
maybe someday we can be friends again
maybe someday we can laugh about it
I descend deeper in the dent you made in my heart
Slowly chipping away at me
What had been the shallow end
transformed into an extensive ocean
I knew I'd be here a while so I made myself comfortable
Head under water
Held in place, trapped
I'm losing my breath
Held in place, trapped
Still, you keep me there
Held in place, trapped
It is all my fault
Held in place, trapped
We’re a couple of listeners
Listening to each other
Not speaking much
I try to fill this silence
I thought it bothered you
Small, and hidden among the hills
We go to receive the joy
Painted white by our own hands
Laboring together in industrial joy
In the spring, when the Easter is,
i go so long
thinking i'm ok
then suddenly
i'm drowning in waves
of kinda missing you
i still kinda want
you even though
you don't want me
this all feels like
The scariest part of being alone is liking your empty home.
It’s a double edged blade made of security and pain,
it’s depressions bed at three am,
it’s saying “i’m okay with this.”
The feminine energy, The mystical remedy
To all the world's problems, the Euphorian recipe.
preoccupied with thoughts of crashing cars
and siren songs through burning stars
mountains covered in
thin blue veil
color i can barely tell
you can't lose a faith you never had
The way I see it
any sentence
can become a poem,
It's just a matter of how
creative the writer
wishes to be in terms of spacing.
They say art
is a beautiful thing.
Reality and I, we just don’t mix
It has never been easy for me to simply face it
I prefer to remain comfortable in my own fantasy world
I’m an angry black woman
And?
How about you stop trying to
Get in my pants?
I work those long hours,
Undervalued,
your touch it lingersit lingers on my skinyou were so warm I never wanted to give inas tears fall from my eyes now I can finally seeit was never you it was meI want to see youI want to feel
I was aware that life was tough
I believed some people exaggerated the truth
Here and then though, you face the truth
My first semester at college was troublesome
the mutterings
the mutterings
the
hush
no
oh but I can not hold
they swell and they mingle
with words not my own
is this the fate?
seeking and penning and pining?
Drugs were addicting. I suppose I enjoyed seeing everything and feeling nothing. Though I did kind of feel alive - to be staring into the face of the Grim Reaper. He once wrapped his hands around my throat.
Lately, I have been feeling lost.
Searching around in the clouds.
For something, anything.
I surround myself with my thoughts.
They torture me.
You are comfort
You are hope
You are a light behind a
sea of air that I once
thought was a wall of
despair
You are pure
You are true
Your mere presence calms me
It was him who found me.
The giant with the calloused palms
I was simply a form
Clumsy in my gargantuan new body
Horns piercing from my back;
Her reign in the heart
Her face with a smirk
I do not have to say anything
Before she gets everything
She nurse me
She tutor me
That was all enough
But watched cartoon with me
Are abstract thoughts meant to fly?
Out of my mind,
onto these pages,
and through your eyes?
To finally reach your brain,
I stare at the Sakura tree,
Night after night,
Day after day,
Waiting for it to blossom.
I watched the tiny buds,
Night after night,
Day after day,
Just waitting for it to happen.
Goodbye brokenness you no longer live in my heart anymore.
You have lead me to make some irrational choices and to have people in my corner who want to hurt me.
"Once more," they asked me.
They asked with those simple words.
"Once more," they said again.
The words climbed up my throat,
but never left.
Their greedy mental hands pushed and pulled,
Is it still my face you see at night?
Is it still my voice you’re thinking of?
Have you tried to stop with all your might?
Do you agree, distance doesn’t feel right?
Sometimes you don’t feel so far away.
“We need to talk.”
White bay windows overlook the block.
We always closed the blinds up here.
Keeps the neighbors from shock.
I swear I thought he had no emotions
But then I saw them all come out once she came along..
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
I'm back on the page again
Yet again
Writing about life and how it's been
In the wheather in
Storms of all levels
Facing demons fighting devils
But I'm on my level
What made me write this
Youll never see
But I cant hold this emotion
Or else I'll lose me
So i will rip it out of my chest
And put it on this page
I will not rest
Here comes my voices
I've got creatures caged in my mind.If I look, they are easy to find.To others though, is not so clear.They only hear what I let them hear.Most of the time these creatures are tame.
the Grand Masquerade
does not involve ballgowns
and rejects tuxedos
the Greatest and Truest
faithfully make ornate masks
of emotion, donned just as
the sun comes up and
I wish she tasted like cherry
A hopeless, cliche, passion
So I don the cherry chapstick
For a bittersweet illusion
Her velvety lips are strawberry
I don't mind strawberry
I love to dance
But it's been corrupted
And corroded
And with every twist and turn
I fall deeper into a world
Of my own.
I have a lot on my mind
And I wish I could show it
But if I show it
I'll probably start cryin'
And this is why I'm rhymin'
It gets all the things off my mind
And keeps me from cryin'
This feeling is rare
And this time it's really there
This emotion that some feel
Just feels all too real
I can't breathe when I think of you
I hope I mean as much to you
You are all I ever wanted
“Oh captain, oh my captain “ my mother wanted to hear from my lips
As she takes control of my ship as it sails through the seas of life.
Taking it in the direction I do not wish to go.
First is the word that we have plenty of,
thats stored below, that comes from above.
second is the word that brings the hue
the thing our eyes give to you
to think of the word think to art
First is the word that we have plenty of,
thats stored below, that comes from above.
second is the word that brings the hue
the thing our eyes give to you
to think of the word think to art
If there was a time in my life where I said I hated you
I lied
If there was a time where I said you didn’t mean anything to me
I lied
If there was a time when I said I didn’t need you
I lied
ec·stat·ic (adj.) Happiness overwhelming, the excitement overtakes you.
Bliss comes in waves, and your mother jumps for joy at your A+ that she promptly sticks on the refrigerator door.
Most people do not know how much WE look alike.
Our simple personalities
connecting
through the rough times.
eighteen years of seeing YOUrself in
As the rib cage rips for the heart opens.
During, that moment as the heart is becoming
broken the mind remembers.
Then, forgets devotion & numerous emotion.
- D.J.T. 10.13.18!
Depression & Co.
Sadness
Anger
Depression
Anxiety
You have molded me
Like a slab of marble
Written in words are
what I'm unable to speak of
comfortably, fluently, and freely.
Written in words are the unspoken
My whole life many thoughts have gone unspoken
The way you make me feel is regrettable
You are controlling
You have way of getting to me
Getting under my thick skin
Scratching at my darkest most inner thoughts
Telling me to do things against my own will
The way you make me feel is regrettable
You are controlling
You have a way of getting to me
Getting under my thick skin
Scratching at my darkest most inner thoughts
My Heart Is Like A Plant.
With Lots Of Leaves
Falling And Growing
Every Day.
Sailu Bharya
‘Mother! I’m home, I’ve gotten the correspondence from Lord Heathers.’
Another sip from whatever drink I was given
Tsk!
Filth amongst the crowd, something I’ve learnt to sense
‘Mother! I’m home, I’ve gotten the correspondence from Lord Heathers.’
Another sip from whatever drink I was given
Tsk!
Filth amongst the crowd, something I’ve learnt to sense
12 AM
No messages.
That’s been something recent.
Communication lessens.
Your phone is at sixteen percent.
12 AM
No messages.
That’s been something recent.
Communication lessens.
Your phone is at sixteen percent.
I close my eyes and take a step
Right, left, right, left
My hand placed gently, my hip grasped
My right leg traps with the other,
My mind goes to rest
Right left right right
I When I was three I was taught the shape of a heart
My stubby hands learned to draw first
by scribbling the curved and pointed symbol of love
Simple life,
Simple dreams,
Complex strife,
Long life.
Push forward,
And get pulled back.
Pull back,
And get pushed forward.
Complex life,
Complex dreams,
I feel like I’m losing you,
And that hurts.
I always lose
The people I become the closest with.
You said...
You would always be my friend first
The cool air slithers through your shirt.
The water soaks your face in vitality.
Your foot throbs with invisible hammers
The dark clouds shadow your happiest day.
These are just sensations.
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
When I feel like I'm about to combust
When red is all I can see
When I'm accosted by a feeling of mistrust
Like everyone around me
Should just...
Words form like arrows ready to fly through the air
I remember being on a boat on a cold winter's day.
My heart had just been broken so the water was dark and murky,
not showing me the way.
I tried to peer beyond
The world my eyes could see,
I always felt that my
Words,
Thoughts,
Feelings,
Were choked by my brain.
Chained by my heart.
Jailed by my lips.
Until I heard the reverberated echo caused by poetry.
There was a hum
Diplomatic
Emotional tyrant.
Distance.
Why are you so distant.
I haven't even told you how I feel.
Yet I feel trapped, pulled in by reel.
Throw me away.
Don't throw me away.
To see the world
Through the frame of words
The moon in the sky
Above ponderosa pines
This scent in the air
Of the rain and wind
To catch and pin
The world to the page
Young scars of blood can't be seen by our makers;
They're invisible to the naked eye
Though, it's expected for them to know it and see it.
Every invention has it's own manual made by it's producers
Abrasive, apparently accepted, accomplices.
Blinding belligerent beasts bounded by
Chaos. Caged, confined, conflicted,
Deliberately demanding depression.
Fingers to keys:
A familiar click-clacking symphony that warms my heart and feeds my soul.
I’m throwing words to my thoughts, my emotions, my trials and tribulations out into the abyss.
For once I’m not silent.
The tranquility of the living earth
Has brought me peace inside
But mainly because the things I see
For others it will hide
As I coast along this busy world
I question myself here
Love is like a rose, maybe that's why roses are givin' to loved ones on special occasions
Such as; Valentine's Day, anniversaries, special events, and sometimes just to say I love you.
I don't care who you are
you need to read this
or let me tell you
so you can hear it for yourself
Hi, my name is Beautiful
which just happens to be who I am
Looking back at the tear-stained pages
Or the fantastical flurry
Or even the self-beating words of a young mind,
I find something sweet and fitting
In the art of permanence.
Forced to the back,
Crammed against the wall like a tack,
Pushed out of View
Treated like I have the flu.
It's been happening for years,
I speak and no one hears,
Never told anything,
When her mouth is sewn
Her hand speaks
When pain leaks from her eyes
The screams float on sheets
Friendship…
What is its meaning?
How does it last?
Will it be short-lived or never die?
So many questions to be answered,
But when will they be answered?
One question leads to another,
The universe created you, made you my maker. You followed the breadcrumbs to the creation. Abandoned seed of failure, a beautiful risk to admire, appetite to reach the universal emotion, wasted years of blooming to rescue the putrefaction.
somewhere far away
surviving far past decay
is a garden full of the flowers of emotion
the garden has every feeling
the good ones and the bad
from happiness and anger
to feeling very sad
I live in a weird world
A world were people say one thing and mean another
A world where people live behind screens
A world were saying hi to a random stranger is weird
Have you ever stopped to think about your emotions
How deep your emotions really go
How about the rules given to emotions
The ones that tell you how to act or when to act
We are not solely able to face hardships with perservearance
Perservearance is the outcome
We can only bear struggle if we have some driving factor
Love
Boredom
Insanity
Inspiration
Competition
I hope you realize how much you mean to me,
regardless of where a relationship between us stands.
I hope you know that you make my day.
Even when I fell like the world around me is falling apart,
Dear Red,
I see the madness in your eyes,
The insanity, the love.
It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg,
But what came first?
Here is a quick poem about emotions.
Why the fuck do they exist?
I feel so much at once and I want to end it.
Can I end it? Not just the emotions but my whole life?
I feel so pathetic even talking about this strife
Dear Heart,
You are quite a strange and odd little thing,
Beating steadily here within my chest.
But you have shown you can stutter, cry, sing,
And, o'erall, make me feel my worst or best.
Why can't you just be happy?
My brain is hardwired for sadness
You look tired. Are you sleeping?
Sometimes. It's hard to fall asleep
Why is it so hard to fall asleep?
Dear God,
You have the ability to do anything, know anything...correction everything
As I smile on my first day of school you hear my every thought,
When I step on the court for a game you feel every butterfly.
I am from where you pray over every meal you eat - whether in your bedroom or the dining room table.
Dear Heart, You are my rythym,The sole reason my eyes flutter open every morning,The source of my existence,My body's only coping mechanism,And my brain's greatest rival. Although you are blind,
A night doesn’t pass without you on my mind
Like a fly that won’t go away
The thoughts linger
My heart races with anger and vengeance
But at the end of the day I’m only left with guilt
The guilt holds me down
Magdalena Garcia
6 February, 2018
Power of Poetry Scholarship
The Art of Finding Yourself
Before You Know It:
Dear girl in the wreckage,
Rain-
quiet, deafening
rushes of storms on sunny days.
Crowded, uncontrollable perfection.
sunbeam piercing storms
Constant, defining.
i never asked for thisthe dirty looks in the hallwaythe self-loathing i constantly feelthe unnecessary attentionthe way that i look in the mirror and see someone elsethe voice that doesn't belong to me
Zip Zap Zed
There’s a ghost who follows me
And whispers in my ear. I only
Hear her in the silence. And the
Things she says haunts me dearly.
I learned to live in the noise.
To overcome others is strong.To overcome oneself is the will of power. I try to convince myselfThat I am the best actress to ever walk the earth,And that the hole concaving in my chestIs simply a understudy for my sadness. To overcome others is
The first thing you notice is the smile. It melts your heart away.He will try to hide it when he realizes that you've noticed.if he does this, just tease him. Tell him not to smile. I promise he will be smiling in three seconds max.
"you still kick it in the slums ?
you still sell drugs ?
you still like to party ?
you still binge n get fucked up ?"
An empath
Just a ProSonderer
Nothing more
But quick to learn
every human’s soul
will be instinctively felt
just as the breeze flows
dear elizabeth,
how are you? i hope you're doing well
i, however, am ready to raise hell
i'll spare you the details, but i think you should know
that things are really fucked up
and its starting to show
Can someone explain the meaning of life?
Is it like a swimming pool filled with knives?
Or like trying to swim in a dry ocean?
Or is it like creating a potion?
How can just four letters be so complex?
Weaving you into poetry
was as fluid as a stream,
the words flowing from my pen
onto paper stained with pigments of you
your figure, my composite muse.
What is Sought
Why do we keep running?
What wheel do we spin?
A race in chase of nothing
That none shall ever win.
A life filled with fraught
Dear Depression,
Glad you haven't shown up recently,
Glad that I don't feel trapped in my own skin,
Crawling under pressure I can't find,
Trailing into the world with a tired vigor,
To Fear,
Born side by side, but it takes a life of its own.
How can you be so cruel, and play your host like a fool?
You see the damage you cause, and yet never put a pause on the over-thinking, the inevitable sinking.
I can see the dying trees
And the blooming flowers,
The strikes of lightening
And the drizzling rain.
All through my window I can see these things.
I can see the working bees
Awkward man, awkward manners.
Awkward man gets on the Internet.
Awkward man conversates with fans of a show.
Awkward man is a fan of a show,
A show involving animated and colorful ponies.
A single lie says it all,
A love that blossom after all,
Can be ruined by a single roll,
Without your way to overhaul.
I made a mistake and I felt sorry,
But saying sorry adds only weary.
I lay awake.
With nothing in mind.
I feel so empty.
No feeling.
No thinking.
Watching the time.
Blinking.
Breathing.
Heart beating.
As hours fly by.
I feel empty.
No thinking.
It is a dark night.
There is hardly any light
Besides the moon, which can be a fright.
I feel the whoosh of the breeze.
The temperature is as thought I might freeze.
I feel lost and defeated
Was this the pain I thought was gone
I feel small and convicted
The friend I thought i could trust is already gone
And whenever I fall down
I pick myself up
No One Will Hold Me Down
No One. No One. no one
Let Me Say This Once More
No One Will Hold Me Down
Not Even My Own Mother
Who Do They Think I Am?
I Can Do Anything
Im not okay.
The voice took over.
Its just me, Its not anxiety.
Everyone lies.
I look like a buffoon.
Im fat, ugly, and stupid.
The words keep repeating in my head not letting me even breathe.
I have devils in my pocket.
Two little devils.
They snag crumbs from my plate,
They wait patiently outside the shower,
They sit on my night stand as I sleep.
Sometimes they are more noticable,
Perception of reality is individual.
The philosophy is simple:
The process of life is equivocal
and understanding is futile.
Love is enticing
Icing on cake
I'll go where it takes me
I hope I don't break
I've made journeys to hearts
Universes apart
I've seen, but I've felt much more
because i love you
i only smile as i watch you tilt back the milk carton
white drops running down your chin
the lips softly parted.
i only smile even though
Lay in bedTry to drown out my thoughts With music written from hurt
Think of the walkAnd what I would have saidIf emotions were in check
I’m writing this poem about you
Because I love you
But everything you do for me
Is because you love me
Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being there for me
Thank you for being kind
I ask you, what does it mean to Love?
“That feeling that makes you smile whenever you see me?”
Relationships and Love are
Passion
Because I love you, I mention your mistakes
But you lash out at me
With words like swords and tears streaming down
You forgot me at one point
I remember though, of all the tears that made me drown
Words hold power.
They are a release for the brave, the wounded.
Where words are, emotions lie behind it.
So I write.
The girl in the mirror looks at me with sunscreen still on her nose,
A smile plastered across her face as she realizes her mistake,
I turn away from the mirror and try to rub the sunscreen in,
Look at these damned cuts These damned scars These perminate marks These are left because of your hurtful words You hated how I was You fated me to bleed To cry and fucking scream You cut me down to the seems You blugening bastard You whores fu
Stars don’t twinkle as bright as they did when I longed for their warmth
Mountain peaks are tangible; Thoughts of you can calm the storm
Ocean depths aren’t deep at all in comparison to our talks
Love is fighting
Love is arguments and tears
Love is uncertainty
Love is doubting and fears
Love is disagreement
Love is pain
Oh ...
I suppose
I'M
The one
Who
Was supposed
To
Fix the
WHOLE
FUCKING
WORLD!
no?
Then
why
isn't
it
done
already?
You stitched,
Cross-hatched my broken heart,
Repaired it with yours.
You sacrificed it and,
Stitched it in.
Bonded together,
A healthy relationship.
What is "healthy"?
Saying I love you when you get off the phone?
A good night and good morning text?
A like on instagram?
A tagged picture?
Your lies are bigger than your fears
The voice of your heart which you can't hear
Secrets were never meant to be kept
But now your soul is trapped
My Overalls by Jasmine Exinia
Dark blue jeans Minnie on the pocket
Skechers lighting up when she stomps
Little girl in overalls just having fun
Love, an emotion that we feel
Percieved to be decadent
Beauty all around in our eyes and soul.
It means that we should be kind,
open to learning.
Arms wide open,
hands extended.
It’s the moment you look at them.
Every single time your eyes meet,
You know in your heart, there,
that’s were you want to be.
Snow White cannot fight
Her soul’s become cold
Like White Snow.
She must go.
Sharp memories like icicles
Dangerously dangling
i remember
i sat there, in my cold seat along the last row
you were there, a building and a world away
the thought of you suddenly plagued my mind
i knew i just had to write something about you
She painted her skin red, so did he.
Maybe that's what brought them together.
She knew his drug was writing.
He realized how someone can be addicted to more than one substance.
Once upon a time she was locked in a tower,
a tower drowning in hope.
A tower with one fight and lots of power.
A tower only used to mope.
With beautiful blonde hair,
with a bright, white smile,
Beginnings.
The first page. The first wave.
For later, it describes the first date.
Emotions bonded within the first chapter.
Feels like a happily ever after.
Captured.
By lust and compassion.
To write about happiness
is unmarked territory and
I wonder what it's like over there.
I wonder what it's like
to be in love with being alive.
Is it like entertwining my hands
I am 16 years old
I’m left handed
I hate my hyphenated last name
And I absolutely hate bananas
I still don’t know how to play video games either
my body might not be strong enough to be a shield
but my mind is undeniably a sword
my voice summons me to the forefront
and the world is my battlefield—
Anger is a virus that takes hold of every fiber in your body
It corrupts the interface of your brain and every thought
Anger is so intense and sometimes becomes one’s identity
It’s funny, how much a person can change over the years.
You still look like me in a way, with just a little more baby fat and a little less height.
Your eyes, however, are nearly unrecognisable.
I'm sick of waiting
for the world to pass on judgement.
I'm sick of waiting for its punishment.
I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come
whether it is ot bring joy
or if it is to bring tradgedy.
Verse:
Mist, in my eyes
Ice, heart melts, freeze
Dive, into ocean spacious as skies
Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep
Still profound, unexplored
Wonder, how change will give more
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
And I see him in someone's sideways smirk,
someone's endless brown eyes,
someone's smile when they laugh.
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth
by limbs too weighed down by darkness.
I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air.
The usual chaos has stopped its storm
Ruin,
Destroying what you want.
Death,
Killing who you want.
Loot,
Taking what you want.
Kill,
How do you feel?
Are you in love?
Or is it lust?
Shall I be a port in the storm?
Or will I be with you for as long as we both want?
I'm still baffled as to how I've made it this far. I'm alive. I'm breathing. I have everyone fooled.
These people think they know me. They think I'm all fun and games. The laughter is a lie.
"I cry salty tears
for inside
I am an Ocean.
So dark and deep
not even monster
make a commotion.
But if you dare
to take a look
you'll surely drown in
all the emotion."
When I think
I base it off emotion
"I feel" is all I know
Sometimes it helps
Sometimes it won't.
When I argue
I use my anger
More than I use my words
Sometimes I win
2016 was like a rollercoaster
In the beginning it was easy
You know straight forward no bumps in the road
Then I got a job, and it went downhill
My money wasn't actually my money
Emotions can suck sometimes,
it can be happy, mad, sad,
but don't let it stop you from reaching your primetimes.
Hey, life is not always rad,
but let it shape who you truly are,
XX Chromosomes cried in excitement from the minute the ball dropped. 2016. My best friend and I cheered surrounded with friends, “This was our year.”
To listen, or not to listen? That is the question
Whether it is right to listen to the sound of others
Following what they believe to be of sound mind
Or to take a stand for one's own thoughts,
Erase, erase, take me away from this horrible place. Erase my memories,,
take them away. I'll tell them good riddance, not welcome to stay.
Push them, shove them out the door, I just can't sttand them anymore.
Everything hurts deep inside, i don't know why but i can't hide something tells me
it's not right to say goodbye.
I open my eyes to the big surprise that was feel with rise.
My hair becomes the dirt
My hair becomes the dirt
But I don't care
As I let the roots absorb me into their grasp
And swallow me whole.
The bitter taste of soil on my tongue
Is nothing
Heartbreak is the heartbeat moments
Smiles fading into frowns
When happy turns to sad
In remembrance of a memory
The longing to return
we were happy once
back when we were but children, giggling
at the minute moments
innocent, but ignorant.
not yet accustomed to the term depression
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.
You
You make me feel things
After feeling so numb
For so long
Is it any wonder that I
Don’t want to give you up?
If I were to write you a eulogy
I would start by saying
You are not dead
I still see you in the mirror
In the smile lines painted
permanently onto my face
I carry you in the baggage under my eyes
I want to be something to give to people.
I want my words I one day write,
to make people feel something.
To be so strong, they feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.
Angels sweet melodies
Soothing the sensation.
The times go by through and through
Strengthening my disguise.
Lost and alone drifting through life
Nowhere truly found.
Music
The power
The emotion
Feeling
The adreniline
The sorrows
Voices
The melodies
The harmonies
Balance
The highs
The lows
I love the way your weight feels when you lean on me;
And when you twitch,
And when you cry,
I'll hold you close,
And stay awake,
To kiss your head & protect you from your monsters.
As a child, I endured extreme anxiety
once my adolescent body found itself
incarcerated by the unforgiving
darkness of the night.
Dark eyes; tears of joy
many things can change your mood just by walking through a door;
life changes; confidence falls but one thing is certain through all
faith will always pick you up from that fall.
Introverted and maybe a little perverted
I stay inside my room with no plans for returnin'
My life is going down and it seems like its burnin'
this the type of shit that make you run yo mouth
asking how
but only answers are not given to what you amount
the sound of clout
All my homies hmu like where you been
Clearly
Smoked out comatose and unresponsive tearing
Searing pain unmistakable
I gaze upon you, and what is it I see?
An expression? A soul? No, it is only a body.
I listen to your word, I know your mind to be strong
But reflective, slow persuasion
Prove my thoughts and feelings wrong.
EMOTIONS
I'm Not Feelin So Fine
Not feelin so great
Hate. The way I feel
Hate. The patients to wait.
But in the end, I'm feelin fine.
Every night through the day
I feel high, up, down, O-kay
I remember the end of June,
Oh my, It was like my favorite song,
but except now it sounds out of tune.
We would look up,
Wondering what we got ourselves into,
I feel like i am a bother to other people.
I feel alone,
No matter who i am with.
I am forced to deal with the high expectations that have been given to me.
I feel judged and stressed almost all the time.
It's the color of fire
as it dances in the wind, alone.
It's the hue of her lips
as she leaves a trail on his neck,
like a sentence that will never be finished.
It's the color that rushes to your fingertips
a humid haze after a violent stormthe spotted, dying leaf fallen from a maple treethe bitter aftertaste of a sweet treat,the remnants of what was once. one minute, it's so close, you can almost smoke it and the next it's faded, a ghost, you've los
A Dark Room
A Single Chair
Just sitting there
Alone...
Someone sits...
Someone goes...
Again the chair is alone...
'Tis a very soft chair
All covered in white
I am poetry
My words fly with the birds and the bees
My definition of poetry is being free
My poetry is deeper than the ocean with explosive emotions
It can be more violent than the push and pull of waves
Let my pain soak the sheets of the bed that holds me
Let it permeate the walls confining me
Let it seep out of my pores and into oblivion
rain settles in.
dank,
organic
breath of steam.
i spit out my life:
sweet,
sweet beginnings to
Where my emotionIs gathered inConstant tensionMy nose, my throatHot clouds ofBreath that disallow The peaceful rainTo swallow downMy doubt, my insecuritiesMy stress, my fear
I bash my head on the walls until it cracks open
I let everything pour out soupy and thick
like egg yolks
These words are a salvation
that flows from the need in my chest
through my arms
and out my flying fingertips
These words are a salvation
stemmed from the same feelings
and whirls of thought
A girl worried for her furture
A girl never satisfied
A girl in her little brother's shadow
A girl inspired by the sparkling darkness of Poe
A girl wanting to be the best but knowing she never will be
It started out as an assignment,
Write this, write that, turn it in,
But, to me, it became something more.
Free poems, no rules, just extras in the assignment,
They became more than just a grade,
Take hold of thy pen,
Crawl within my den,
The world appears free,
For the beholder is me,
I caress the page with my wants,
No sour stranger can ever taunt,
In the world of love and poetry,
I feel like I died a million deaths
How can you not feel the same?
I would say my tears are just allergies
but really
my heart cannot be tamed
I feel
useless
seeing you with your other
If only it were light
That you desperately needed,
But it's not.
I'd light up your world
So you'd have to spin around
And rethink it all--again
But the tragedy is
You're gone
words spill from my lipslike a water fountain in crimson red
there is so much i want to say, alwaysmy tongue like a reel of film
ripped down the center;writing makes me feel unique
She looks in the mirror and what does she see?
A girl with a lot of insecurity
Her thighs feel thick and her stomach feels fat
and she believes nothing will ever change that
At night
I'm the darkest sky
The stars are my path
The moon is my guide
My mind travels
To far away places
Where my grass Is greener
From the other side
Countless hours
Harmony in my head
Words of life
Don't send me to bed
Stay up with me
Keep me company
I am the quiet stream
But you're the babbling brook
speak in sense
I'm nine years old
and what do you know?
I got these feelings,
how do I show?
At the computer I sit
and out my fingers, poems flow.
One, then two, four, five, ten,
I do not know this so called "emotion", but I'm desperate to find my life devotion.
I get this feeling in my chest and it feels so real. But when I'm around you, that feeling grows stronger. What is this?
Emotion.
Pure and strong.
It filled her with an ethereal
richness,
like crashing tidal waves
cascading within her heart
with no
escape.
Sometimes
life bore down on her
Snow twirls through the air
Soft and dainty
Crafted elegantly with designs
The human eye can't see
The sky is gray
White
Who really knows
It shields the cozy homes below
From the first coherent sentence,
there have been ink-stained hands
leaving prints on select souls and few regrets
using points and keys to paint the walls with the colors of joy and anguish
It reminded her of the way she felt
The lonely clouds that is
A feeling to be dealt
Watching the endless raindrops collect
Has vanished without a
trace, leaving me barren.
Mayhaps it found a better place,
Somebody who wants it.
I
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,
If you were sitting in a room with the people closest to you, would you now how many you'd call a real friend? You know those who call just to check up?Would be the the first you call when something's wrong?Go out and turn up?You never doubt the b
"I feel the beat of my own words as they tumble
A stutter, a jump in the waves of age that crash
Down, encircling my head, shooting an emotional gun
A bang in bed, so hard it breaks.
In the style of Kim Addonizio
I want a blue dress.
I want it starched and unwelcoming;
I want it so loose I forget I'm in it;
I want to wear it until I completely disappear
She peaks like swell in the ocean and crashes into the sand dunes.
She soars with the pelicans and falls with rain.
She is the orange sunset glimmering across the river, only to disappear over the west when looked upon.
If one isn’t ready for something
Why prepare yourself for it?
You began to follow your heart
Forgot about your mind
And fears
The Touch of Emotion,
Life, in its innocent moments
What are we?
Without Interaction?
We are Nothing.
We Lose ourselves.
We forget how we have loved.
Lost.
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
It is plastered upon faces
Determines choices that need to be made
Feelings may be hurt
Connections between families can be saved
We argue every day.
We argue until walls fall down,
Until the neighbors from downstairs look up at us
And say the next day “Please don’t slam the door. We hear you.”
Past or Future?
Optimism or Pessimism?
Trust or Skepticism?
Right or Wrong?
Why limit ourselves to a mere two choices?
Why ruin ourselves with the simple?
"Happy?"
"Sad?"
"Okay?"
A little dot here
A splash of color there
Just add a little bit of "omph" everywhere.
My soul has been unleashed
My attention must not cease
I want to forget; that is my silent prayer.
My dear, it's quite alright to be anoxic
I promise you, I truly understand
When feelings get so strong as to be toxic
I swear to you, I'm here to lend a hand.
Baby, yeah I see you growing up in the ville
Messing round with these hittas
Knowing none of them ain't real
They blowing up your phone
Talking bout they want to chill
Trying to get up in your pants
Stuck on an island
Doesn't matter much to me
I was always alone anyway
All I ever needed was myself
It isn't too much of a problem
I never needed anybody else
As long as I am here
Hate
Despise, Scorn
Shunning, Cursing, Hostility
Pain, Evil, Delight, Care
Respecting, Cherishing, Flirting
I've got real boy problems and I can't stand it
Try to keep everyone so I demand it
No one ever stays so I stay angry
The best way to attract the same thing
Those who turn up as new are the old faces
The fast beating of your heart when it’s near
The static and intensity in its eyes
The gratification and contentment it provides
The bliss and attraction in its kiss
Tears flow freely down the slope of your cheek, concentrated with sadness.
Eyes look up filled with betrayal. Why, why now?
"Am I not everything you ever wanted, am I not enough? "
Crumpled emotion flows through our bones,
running and tugging and screaming "Go home!".
Through it all we crack and crumble, pouring our heart out onto
the rubble.
What i need is something as beautiful as white gold
The very declaration of this word is quite bold
Now wait, stay with me, though i know i am young
This word is just something that just slips off the tongue
Entrenched in blue
Indebted
Sunk by a hue
embedded
the skull of rape
stench of sape(ien)
appetite whetted
Desire, waits,
Death, hates,
Entreched in blue
Indebted.
I am erratic.
A giddy, round-eyed, five-year old.
A rocker who has too much soul.
Who cried when the wind blows the wrong way.
Who giggles incessantly at the break of day.
I belong to myself and only to myself
While it is a great responsibility, I proudly take it on.
I, now twenty-years-old in perfect physical health
Need to remember this when darkness envelopes my mental state
Some days I'm happy and bouncing off the walls.
Some days I'm sad and don't want to leave my bed.
Some days I wish my emotions would let me be.
Leave me alone.
Go away.
I don't know what "empathy" is.
I don't know what "feelings" are.
I don't know what gives.
I read people and expression
The same way I read books:
Analytical and critical perception.
Friends with benefits
What's the benefit
When I'm falling in love
And you're looking down from the cliff
2 a.m.
caught up in my feelings
got your image running through my head
flipping through the scenery
lost or lonely
I don't know
can you tell me what I'm feeling
An Eight Letter Word
by: Abigail Gyamfi
Looking at you now disappoints me,
You sacrifice and put yourself
In danger just for money,
After it all, you just hit and run.
I was thinking that everything were sorted. Thinking i knew the end of the story.
Well think again, my prediction was wrong.
Oh, how wrong i was. You have no idea.
Wish i hadn't gotten so near.
*I have exceeded expectations and yet still i fall down.
People will leave you and you'll think that's fine.
follow me, soon you'll be all mine.
when you try and get rid of me you will realise there's no hope.
*All's it take's it that one small thing to bring you back down to earth.
To suddenly start thinking what your life has been worth.
Did you achieve many of your goal's?
or any of your plan's in life?
*In my own world id'e be made out of playdo'h, and the colour purple id'e be. The place i can learn to be me, start to be me... I have something no one else has, my inner light.
The colour purple i think id'e like.
It's so frustrating. While i'm here slowly suffocating. Quickly getting even more bitter. There's still time to fix this. There's just time to fix it, FIX IT. Get a grip, put your brain in gear and shift it.
*It's time to un screw this fantasised head of mine, wouldn't ya say?There ain't no one else to blame.If through all the sunny day's, all's i see is rain. It's time that my higher self showed itself. Made an appearance, wouldn't ya say.?
* I try and convince myself it's fine.
The problem's ain't
getting any bigger. Who are you trying
to kidd?
ya kidder.
You got ya finger pressed on the trigger.
Im the one holding
the gun.?
This is me... Drinking beer to make sure i don't see clear. Will you forgive me Mom.? Staying indoor's. No i don't have any flaw's. Taking "Shit" drinking even more you bet. Will you forgive me Mom? Forgive me.? Please Forgive me for my Sins.
*Yet again feeling so,so confused, as well as my arm's being battered and bruised. Listening to my music my mind drift's away. Trapped playing What's left of my memory's. Here i live,here i stay. Confusion and hate day after day.
*my Only Friend*
I was the only one that really understood,
when everyone else left,
i gave you the gift of not giving a f***.
I made you feel strong,
wen infact you were weak.
i helped you to disconnect,
* SMILE....*.
*Just don't get it.
Don't think i ever will.
Sick of going over the same shit.
In my head that is...
Most thing's i have forgiven,
Many thing's i have forgotten.
*YOU LISTENED...
to me moan,whine,talk about nothing.
Everything.
My worry's. My hope's. You DIDN'T kick me
when i was down,
or when my smile was upside down.
You could see i was on self destruct mode.
*YOU LISTENED...
to me moan,whine,talk about nothing.
Everything.
My worry's. My hope's. You DIDN'T kick me
when i was down,
or when my smile was upside down.
You could see i was on self destruct mode.
Never have I found a way to change the way I feel,All this hatred and agony is getting hard to conceal.No matter what I do,I always feel so blue.Lost within myself waiting to be free,All whilst hiding pain,
As I put my clarinet together
Blowing air through my horn to fill my instrument
I start to feel the vibrations on my finger tips
Putting my heart and soul into each note
You are toxic
You are poison to the people around you
You are manipulative and twisted and sinister
You do not feel
You love with your mind, not your heart
You are cold and calculating,
Her words were never heard
they were never spoken.
She created her own language
through her eyes, her vibrant sapphire eyes.
We grew up together, her and I...
and yet she never really grew up,
Have you ever looked at someone and felt completely warm?
In the coldest of winters they filled the holes in your heart with patches of summer.
You couldn't look at them without smiling or urging to share a laugh.
I am
The one you don't mess with
When she's walking down the street
Soldia flowin' through my veins
feelings smash
collide and integrate
mixing colors like the finger paints my mother made me as a child
one minute i am functioning
one minute i am overwhelmed
and the next i am gone
It takes no time to write if your saying what you feel
As if what you say represents an official seal
To the way that you see and the emotions you have
For the way that you write is proof of what has
It gave me a knife and told me to stab.
A stab for every pain that I had ever had
A stab for the way they had made me feel.
I would relieve my hurt very simply, it was all so clear.
I did so gladly
I am an optimist disguised as a pessimist
who hoards many flaws.
And in the cracks and crevices of my heart
bleeds out a sad love song.
It keeps the rhythm of my veins
at a steady pace.
Is this how it feels
Like your heart is slowing ripping away
Your mind slowly shutting down
Everything getting blurred
No longer able to hear
Breathing gets labor
"Why don't you try writing what you feel down?"
Write it in a poem
Write it in a song
Write it in a story
I can do that
Will that help me?
Writing my emotions down
Ok I think
Our love is a fire, brightly lit in the cold.
As the lights around fade, the flame becomes bold.
It waves
and ripples
and grows
in it's power.
It's so cold
Everytime I open my eyes this chill hits my spine & in that very moment Im completely frozen
My hearts been numb by the base & I've grown numb to the faces of the pain that I try to run from
How dare you stare down at me
Such cold hostilitity radiating from your soul
How dare you find the notion
That I am below the ground you tread
I will make you consume all that I stand for
Eyeliner, masacara, eyeshadow,
Concealer, foundation;
All to take me away from me.
Which filter to choose?
How to cover up myself?
Maybe people will like me now.
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram.
144 characters
Is that enough space to cram,
Your fears, Your lies?
That tear in your eye?
What happened today,
becomes a post.
And the winner is,
I remember watching him sleep,
his eyes fleeting back and forth under their lids.
I remember him drawing long breaths,
and his heartbeat wavering in his chest.
I'm awkward,
I'm silent,
I don't try to get to know others'
and when I try to fake my emotions,
some of my friends don't buy it.
I really wear my emotions on my sleeves,
I wear a mask of stoicism.
Even if the violence,
The irritation,
The hypocracy and hate,
They get to me and cause my blood to boil.
But, I can't let them get to me.
My mask is what keeps me calm,
Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars
Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp
Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
It is the highest expectations that have the furthest to fall,
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.
When we wake up, we see the sun,
Golden and effervescent;
Gleaming gladly with a smile at our bare faces,
We shine in brilliance.
Trying to shake things off to ignore the circumstances of
Everyday life,
Pursuit to gratification rises all the time.
Subconscious mind always over me,
Saying no-no go on until the thirst is quenched...
My patience bursts unhappy when not met fulfillment,
Tears don't mean sad or pain,
Isn't even flow from wounded heart...
Tears are way to express joy and sad...
Emotion charged when fervently warmed...
In Very sad or Ecstatic joy,
Bursting at the seams
With screeching pains of loss
Broken hearts bitterly beat
Full of deep regret
Insanity is the first time you saw him
it's the smell of burnt chicken, he tryied to make on the first date
it's the sound of the phone ringing
and the feeling you get when you see his number on your screen
A chill runs down my spine
But I do not feel cold.
A slap across the face
With no pain.
Black and blue covering a once perfect skin
And I see nothing.
Let me straddle your mind
Let me lay on top of your thoughts
Rubbing & caressing each care away
Interrupting them with each touch & feel
I can open you up, to love, lifting you up
Giving you a high
Will I ever meet a soul as sweet as mine?
To help me pass the time,
That loves all of my being,
From my head,
I guess I should just tear you off
Because you seem to want to define me
I guess because I resemble a Hershey's kiss
I'm just as smart as one but half as sweet
Because I look like I'm from African
My heart bleeds
onto the glaring whiteness
of this canvas.
Oh how should
I state the story
of my soul?
Staining the white canvas
with colour.
Red.
I didn’t know at first.
First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
I have two million thoughts floating in my brain
I am going insane due to experiencing power shortages
Nervous about tomorrows test,quiz next week and getting hired at the mall
For what is a heart
if it is not brave?
What is it for
if not for feeling
the courage
to invite
every stranger
into Its home
To
I wander through my own mind looking for a sign
with the utmost desire to let myself run free
my feelings and emotions flow like I just finished reading The Great Gatsby
I have so much to say,
To a poem, seldom wrote
The words are stuck
So often choke
And when the pen
Again find page
The hand is halt and still
To a poem, often quote
The words can run amuck
Rendezvous with the MoonMy Moon.Conquer me. Devour me. Rip me to shreds.Come pour your radiance through my window,Come crawl in my bed.Come toy with my emotions,Come play with my head.
I wish, how I wish, I could just dismissthat longing feeling, that search for a kissIts like I'm trapped between the heart and the mind
Innocence lost
Facade found
Three year olds do remember
Who would have thought?
Tough
Growing tougher
Growing up
Growing out
I smile.
I laugh.
I have been described as a hilarious person,
One who makes the days of others.
There is a man quite dear to me
who I’ve known for many years.
He knows all of my feelings,
and understands my fears.
He lets me know what’s rational,
what’s within my expectations.
I felt it when his eyes first locked on my own.
Electricity, surging like volts, straight to the bone.
It started with me running
My feet hitting the ground with purpose in every step
My toes touching grass and my legs never tiring
I was moving
Dear girl with the sharpies and sewing needles
It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
You’ve grown up a bit, haven’t you?
Since the last time I saw you finish something you started
Will it be Instagrammed, 50 likes
buttons pressed to show approval
instapopularity, we can accept ourselves now
filtering out sincerity in acid blue
Will it be framed on the wall
He went for my forehead and I went for his lips,
He slowly pulled away and I quickly pulled him closer,
Grabbing his arm as he grabbed my waist,
Soft sweet lips touching and I think I’m enjoying it,
Slam! Going at this because Im going HAM.
By the time im through you'll know exactly who I am.
I resonate through all the oceans and all the lands.
Being attacked by feelings that many will never understand.
All i do is tryI try when i writeI write until i cryI write until there are mo tears left inside my eyeSo what is the real reason why people try?
A smile that is what I show
Behind it a tortured mind that no one will ever know
I walk my line, I do my time
I try to be respectable, caring, and refined
But on the inside what one does not see
Her eyes have witnessed horrorsIn the darkest of nights and the brightest of daysIf you'd look within them deep enough They would give all her secrets away
I have this weird obsession with the cold.
Perhaps I’m simply
Fascinated
With familiarity,
But it knows just the right ways to freeze to the bone
Leaving the numbness of my heart
He stared
into her beautiful eyes,
even as the tears
of slowly lost love fell.
But he did not care.
He knew what he wanted.
And he took it,
no remorse.
Blinded by
A little white lie changes a life
Your little white lie changed my mind
Quite like a gentleman
I thought this love was genuine
A change to be your heroine
Your motive was fleeting
I waited for you ever since you set a smile on my face.
I will wait for you as my heart races.
I want to say "I Love You", but I am scared.
Maybe that is why I think the world is unfair.
emotions dance so deep within my chestthey can't reach outside my fleshand you can't see these passion-soakedterrid dreams that my blood weeps.
The way he looks,
The way he smiles,
The way he says my name,
It makes me fall for him,
I'm crushing hard,
He's everything I want,
He is caring,
He is fun,
An escalation of emotion is not relevant in every situation you may face.
The sight of letters on a page,
makes me cringe and want to escape.
Even though we are often told,
that writing comes from the soul.
My Community is often called dark.
We are often mistaken as rundown.
However we are the ones with the spark.
Faster and faster,
Until the air leaves your lungs.
You can’t breathe
But that’s okay that’s the feeling you’ve been waiting for
You dance until you feel like you’re going to drop and then you move on
And when I got through with my shift, I laid on the floor wondering why i felt like this..
The hogt of keeping this secret might be fun,
might be fun,
A flash of light and you wake up in a place unlike anything you have ever seen
Constantly changing with each step, inhale, eye blink, and gasp
It's a feeling that's been felt by many
but its true form will only be felt by a few of that plenty
the rest is empty
It's for the wrong reasons
it's treason!
Blinding crimson rushes by
Roars through my head, screaming
Shaped like a lion
Cracking like lightning
Shaking my fragile frame to its core.
In the wake of the killer
I just want to get lost in the crowd
Walk amongst other beings
Amongst the whole, just an observer
just a small part of the eternal play
On a rainy day
Next to a cafe
A dream that is heard.
A boy in his bed.
Sheets split.
A rip is heard.
The boy falls.
The boy swears.
Nothing is heard.
The floor vibrates.
We have some planes…four words that changed the world. Men, women, children, even a three year old girl. In 102 minutes 2,977 innocent people gone. Now families are left not able to go on.
Her beauty is snow storms, tucked away,
Tiny freezing snowflakes bottled in my fingers.
It comforts me, and breaks my fall,
And its sparks set my heart alight.
This girl is unique in perfection,
When I’m on the white sand shore
in the world of my muse,
I could swear that it is during the death of night
that the world is most alive.
A writer’s sword is a pen
Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink
Inside a long plastic contraption
It spews words exempt for bigotry
And hatred.
A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
I remember the comets
The day my walls fell—
Crooked as my reality
Crumbles into a rubble
I felt choked as
Fate’s hand throws dust
Into my eyes blinding
What would I change?
I would change the world.
I would give everyone a pair of socks
Because nobody needs to get cold feet.
I would make everyone a blanket fort
To keep warm their hearts.
Unshed tears, anger, frustration,
Boil and bubble inside.
I fear an eruption-
The unforseen and sudden spilling of my insides,
Spewing forth some regrettable tradgedy,
And the onset of these,
you were a hero
MY hero
you were a tree
tall and unmoveable
i stared up at you with
awe
with wonder
You held my love
You held my trust
Nobody knows the passcode
To my broken emotions
They will eventually implode
But I have no devotion
I cry inside
But it doesn't show
If it does I try to hide
And let the sadness grow
Cut me open
Run dry my veins
What do you see?
Red
For fire
For passion
For anger and betrayal
For revenge
Action
Survival
Power
Rebellion
I seethe with it.
It was all predetermined
By the actions I made from the start
Doing things I had no bussiness doing
And now it's come to haunt me
Slowly ruining my life
And the realization sinks in
But what of me, standing in the corner,
Hidden in the shadow.
Placed there unwilling,
Listening to the conversation flow.
Never do I ever want to hear another word
When I look
at their faces,
Drenched in perfection,
When I flip the pages,
I look into their eyes,
like they're masked in disguise,
they look so ideal,
This cannot be real,
The left arm is the pain and hurt that’s been suffered all this time, while the right is a shrine to the family that’s there no matter what.
You cannot hide the feelings.
You cannot crumple them up and toss them in the trash like you do with a love note that failed to love.
Things you don't expect to hear you listen to but don't gasp or screamAs though you expected it to happenThings you don't expect to see you watch but don't gasp or look in pityAs though you expected it to happen
He stood alone,
Because he was empty.
His head tilted up to the path of grey sky,
The roar of the river in his ears,
Bouncing off of the canyon walls.
Tonight is the springing of my loving;
The final season you are to know.
You could be the shine to my growing;
So little light I've seen before.
Tomorrow will blossom your emotion;
Just because I say I’m numb; it doesn’t mean your words can’t hurt
Just because I say I’m alone doesn’t mean I don’t like it this way
Just because the stars aren’t showing me the way doesn’t mean I’ll be lost forever
The girl who seemed unbreakeable...
...broke.
The girl who seemed strong...
...crumbled.
The girl who always smiled...
...cried.
And the girl who never gave up...
...quit trying.
Science is the world coming alive the moment I open my eyes to look at you and ceasing to exist the moment I close them again, falling into a f
I once met this girl,
She was always boucing along happily,
Playing without a care in the world,
She had friends and extremely great family,
Life is all stick and stone.
Looking out across recent life's sea,
Or shall I say looking in,
I'm looking at what used to be.
I'm not excluded from that life and its kin.
They speak to me
Every harsh shut door that rings through our open floor plan
Every reverbarating soundwave that slices through the tension
Floor by floor all the same with souls; persons with names
Floor by floor smothered with ash; smothered in flames
Floor by floor with worried looks on faces
Floor by floor with no safe spaces
The void asked, "What is the music of life?"I answered, "Silence, my brother."
And it welcomed me home.
Who am I to accuse and judge a life?
So many find pleasure in judging mine
Dealing with so many different kinds of strife
Fighting hard to find a little peace in time
Who am I, Who am I
Do you know who you are, what you are or what will become of you in about 60 seconds
A lot could change about who you are in 1 minute
We could change, but we can never change who we are
When your lips fall upon mine, the feeling is divine, a spark starts a fire and my doubts fade away.
She cries softly,
Tears drive down her cheek.
Hopelessness fills her body greatly,
And she fears the next encounter.
How shall she escape,
The love that is a mere emotion in ones heart given to people to walk on
Emotion is nothing to some people
We ten gallon lovers stand here like flower in nature that gives everyone
Life is hard, life is tough,
it knocks you down, sucks you dry, even when you had enough
you can't hide, running will make it even more rough,
stand strong, will it out, no matter how hard,
On a cold, winter morning I ran out to see my dad,
My small body stuffed into a warm, winter coat,
My ignorant mind that was filled with lies,
Yet I maintained a smile that melted the snow,
I feel as if, if I let a tear drop my body would erratically shatter. To bite the bitterness away with coldness. To repress the said with utter and complete numbness. To shiver away the sense of alone. To drift off and never return.
Cue a wave of gasps from the gallery
As the leading man, up on stage he cries
Emotion pouring into eulogy,
Dead words rising for loves no more alive.
We trip headlong into the tipping tells,
Our eyes meet,
Just a glance.
Yet the butterflies
Continue to dance.
Hands touch,
Just a second
Yet my heart
Still feels beckoned.
Just a crush,
Just a crush.
One of the saddest days of American History
The reason it happened, we don't understand why
Watching that first plane fall
Was like watching fire fall from the sky
9/11 will always and forever be
Days come and go, no stopping there
My friends all look away
This life it seems, is so unfair
There is nothing that I say
The pain I shove beneath my soul
And mask with jokes and fun
Stuck Between The Transition Between Hard Times And Sucess,
It's Oh So Hard To Not Stress,
My Soul Intact, But My Mind, In Mesh
Good And Foul Intentions Sowen Into A Soild/ Flimsy Net
A person may holds the power
To mold all our lives
They all do not understand
The power inside
To keep the class mind idle
Knowledge will slide out
A teacher must let students'
I am the one who everyone calls short
I am the one who often needs support
I am the black ballet who dreams
My dreams are real
My hopes are precious
My hard work is golden
My heartbeat is frozen
I to you is forgotten
The love is cold now, and dead
But you are stuck like ice in my head
I'm cursed
So ladies and gentlemen!!Get ready for a no-chance SUMO WRESTLING fightIntroducing the contestants....on the blue side,is the all time professional BIG SUMO BROTHER.And on the red side,
Pantoum: Orphan Wishes
1 She wished she knew who her parents were.
2 She knew only of those in the orphanage.
3 But their souls could not fill up her gap.
Before the first second I saw you,I was incomplete.Deep, but nowhere near seeingTo the bottom of my heart;Immersed in emotion,But not to the pointOf drowning,Slowly and all at once,
Red is what I look
No color can express me
Blue is what I feel
Combine all three I am finally Free
Looking out the window time passing like Philip Rivers,
Alot of confussed civilians infused with lies on television
what happen to RugRats...Chuckie Finster? CNN is to realistic.
When I was young I thought I was immortal,
I said I liked you
&
you said you do too
but youre only you
when they're not around
But that smile & your wink
it's getting to me
Music is like a cell phone
You can speak through it and send a message
It does not matter what tone
As long as it can manage
Music should not be used to just entertain
Or be a tool to receive money
A warming smile, an enchanting laugh. A crumbling sensation within the realms of my soul. He was the stars that lit up my body, yet the un-denying darkness that consumed my heart.
I look deep into the windowless abyss falling further and further into the never ending wormhole i call a brain
Everyone hurries with smiles and laughs;but the girl just passes so solemn.One day after the other the kids seem happier;but the girl just remains the same.Parties, friends, make up and more;
I hold a small, pink eraser in my hand
I carefully bring the ends of the eraser toward each other
Watching the middle of it stretch
To make ends meet
English 101 and Me
By Sarah DeWeese
A poem you ask, about me?
For English 101 you see.
Well --- I am quiet, I am shy, kind, but sure.
Did I mistake this for that lovely thing
That draws some hearts to stir and to forgive;
That perfect tune the birds in springtime sing;
A lullaby that mothers ne'er outlive?
There's a place that you can go,
a state of mind.
Where you scrape the ultimate supreme,
marking ink in the lobes of you brain.
Spun by emotion and directed by Hope,
Every breath, Every tear, Every move, Every blink,
Every stare, Every joke, Every laugh, Every push,
Everything pushes, Everything pulls, sliding and slipping, forgetting the rules,
I am always there, as an optimistic guideNo matter the ordeal, it will become my struggleTo purge the sadness, off your straining throttle.
Forever thee flame could not be kindled
Our love was unlike other loves, easy
Wild tongues spread, unable to be swindled.
And happily, it was a fantasy
Today, sadly, like every fantasy
The walls in my sister’s and my room
Were covered in the most horrible wallpaper imaginable.
We wanted to change the paper
And so our mom started helping us.
Piece by piece,
We tore down the paper,
It started as a spark
but due to lack of care and love,
bursts into flames.
Now all that remains are the
empty, unstable, ashy frames.
I was real once.
I was human.
I had friends.
NOTHING will ever be good enough.
Teachers compliment me on things I've written,
telling me that the power of my words
Here I am sitting now
Thinking of that long lost day
I remember years ago
The day that struck us all
I was sitting with my dad
In that lonely den
When on the TV came the news-of-
I ain't have the best childhood but I had it better off. Others be walking these streets with no parents insight guided by these street lights. Running into drugs, prostitution & such & such.
Your body is your vessel
It will travel miles farther than where your head has taken you
It is your storage unit
A unique container of your individual world
I wish I could write,
Somebody please teach me to read.
The only thing I've learned in 12 years is...
Why X left Y for Z.
I can't fill out my tax form,
There is simply no hope.
I can feel your anger and your pain Throbbing through my veins I can feel your tears in my eyes And I'm smart enough to realize Theyre for you , and what you're going thorugh
One runny nose and two puffy red eyes says she's being irrational,
A barrage of words only partially heartfelt,
Unstoppable and not the least bit held back
Tongue. Teeth. Lips. Air.
Eyes met eyes walking by
Time that once raced, stood still
And if it still sped, care not did I
For the eyes that I met could kill
A voice rose up inside my throat
Not a word did I speak
People say to never lose faith, but it lost meI look for a brighter tomorrow, yet there's nothing to seeCan't live with happiness, when there is no peaceSo what are my options, if this doesn't cease?By merely existing, I'm burdensome to othersSure
Don’t look at me that way. Don’t look at me like I wear illogical inconsistency upon my stretched sleeve that wraps itself around my gripped hand.
You haven't talked to me in weeks
And I'm damn sure it's my fault or another
As I watch the sky stratify
Into blues from cerulean to robin's egg
And the people I pass are just shades in a jaded life.
The cool summer rain
Falls in soft sheets
Enough for umbrellas, but not for raincoats;
Enough for me, enough for peace.
I am ineloquent.
My mind is a ball of yarn the cat has played with- it's tangled and mangled. Distorted.
I pull the string from my mouth, but I sometimes reach knots.
I am ineloquent - but only in a sense
Myself;
As expansive as the ocean,
Yet also a wanderer within its great depths.
With no thought at all I flow with its motion,
But resistance is found when I consider my breadth.
Deeper than the submarines,
Yes I was old seven
when the planes came crashing down
When firey gray skyes hit an unexpecting city
and unexpected loses were abound.
Yes I was tiny
but I still understood
not all the big words
I see the line of water
Kissing the the top of my head
My hair sticks out slightly
The cool breeze of life caressing it
And there I stay
Because of so many
Who like to cause pain
Here is a list
Of those people's names
One was a friend
or so I had thought
Tonight she lays there,
her tears falling on her pillow.
People refer to her as Weeping Willow.
If you see her in the streets,
she is always looking down.
She used to wear a smile,
You don’t know what I’ve been through.
You don’t know what it’s like in my shoes,
to have so much and then to lose it all.
You tell me to get over it
but you don’t understand.
Life is a virute
it is brought and taken away from you
you can run and hide
and try to keep your fear inside
but it will always find you
no matter how far you escape
you will always face your fate.
Silence in the cafeteria door.
A sudden change in climate,
Men turned to boys stare in silence
at their hands, or the floor.
Good Bye!
Sincerely; A victim
Yes I am sitting here with no confidence
yes I let there words get under my wing
but why i am still sitting here with a knife
with my lifeline hanging on a string
Will this gun violence ever stop?
Will we have to wait till we've heard the trigger click of the last glock?
Somewhere, over the monochromatic archAcross the skyThe shadows of twisted figures against the sunWrithe and shriek A daunting vision brings forthAn unsettling fearThe cries shake the earthAs the shadows grow The horizon begins to burnA blinding
I cried an ocean of tears.
Then I swam through all my fears.
Just to get to you.
I was never afraid
To prove it!
I have always loved you.
You always knew it.
I would do everything
Liberation is like a ringing in your ear.
Silence is like the golden sun.
My friendship lasts like tree trunks.
My pain is exhausted wildfire.
Understanding is my unlocking key,
and compassion is my locket.
At the end of the day everything is done for a single idea.
A single feeling. And that is happiness.
Happiness is not an object. It is not a person place or thing.
I am Alpha and OmegaThe beginningThe end
Eloquent, as her words share the breath of life and colorA penchant to liveTo survive
Maybe to laughProbably love
It covers everything
It is our friend and enemy
It shields our faces
Our emotions and devestations
It knows our fears
It creates our fears
We tell it everything,and we we tell it nothing
Wandering memories retrieved every year
A different perspective from all my peers
Everytime tears befall
Due to the attack we all recall
As I begin to slumber, I start to wonder
Delusion is trapped with confusion,imprisoned in my mind.Deficient time they passtaunting me, hysterically. They show themselves aloudSpilling out, pouring over.My actions, this is what they cause.Hidden in anger and sorrow,They sway incognitoAmon
They say that pain is
Weaknesses leaving the body
But I've forgotten how to feel,
Well most of the time,
But when I so be engulfed in emotion,
I've never needed you more.
A trembling cry preysupon the unsuspecting matte cavesdark against a silhouetted night.
Ay! To be free!To be free!
A starved cry,famished by the oppressionof a silent tongue.
what sweet melody is your love songI step into its danceyou pull my weary heart alongwe swing and sway in tender trancewhat is right, what is wrongfades as you take stanceinviting hands, soft and strong
you shadow me with dissonancehaunting lingerlong, slender fingerpointing, trapping the night.i stop, you starebringing a world (a universe) of fright.hunger, beware,off in the distance,
And I feel as though
our book has not ended,
this chaper may have closed,
but I believe better ones are in the making
and in time our book will continue again.
My favorite time of the year,
Is all filled with cheer.
The beach, the sun,
It’s all so fun.
The summertime breeze,
Needs to come sooner please.
Splashing in the waves,
When the rain falls at night
It helps me to sleep
It washes away
All the pain that I weep
I try my best
To look beyond the bad
But it keeps coming back
Like my pen to my pad
Courage, the pride of a lion. The heart of a marine. Something everyone strives to acheive, but many fail. Is courage best earned when it is ignited from love, anger, or fear. The costs can be high but the reward is sweet.
A Pen and some paper,
This is all that I need,
To express the various emotions pent up inside of me.
I let these words that I write flow so freely,
From my heart to the ball of my pen,
I read their words and my heart breaks openWords of the soul that were never spokenCreations of the mind that were made to beVisions of their realityMy soul takes in their endless life
Drowning
in a sea of emotions
the currents of anger pulls me back
while melancholy drags me
d
o
w
n.
In the ocean of the mind
there is no escape or relief
Waking up to a cacophony of noise,
I arose to a familiar place.
A place so much like home but still far from it.
It was small, too small for four
Maybe five for a time.
Before I step on the spotlight, I dip my pointe shoes on Rossin.
Adrenaline pumps my blood and my senses change; I am not myself anymore.
Once the melody strikes, the brain doesn't think, it feels and creates something beautiful.
I write because
The connection from my brain to my hand
is Stronger
than the one from my brain to my mouth.
And when my hand moves across the blank page
It pours passion right out of the pen.
Poetry is...
The thump! thump! of the heart
The pulse of the veins and the words left from the day
My pains, sorrows, fears, loves, temptations and faiths are described in my poetry
She really thought it was real this time
She was stubborn that this time, this time he was the one
So she danced with words on her tongue
And made him feel like a prince
We are all given the same time but what does that dictate that a plant can walk or a dog
learn to speak.
When seven billion people exist how many can truly be seen but a few in the gleaming light
of stars embrace.
These are the things that I'll never tell you;
The things that you deserve to hear.
These are the things that I hold in secret;
The things that my heart fears.
They say that we accept the love
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
Just before the sun rose
I knew that it was coming...
Just before my heart was to explode
I knew it was coming...
The pinnacle of illumination
The illumination of my life.
For even before I met you,
Poetry is a beautiful way people can express thereselfs
My poem explains the feelings i have for poetry
No amount of words can describe what poetry means to me
Why do I write?
When things are not alright
I'm full of fright
Yet trying to be polite
Thus, I keep it all inside
Wallowing in my own pride
But it all shows in my stride
The maiden walking down the crowded road,
Unknown, unlucky vessel for defeat,
Not seeing Cupid’s humble, red abode,
Is struck within, filling void hearts in heat.
I gotta couple questions, please answer them honestly.
Because this stuff is gettting old with you, her, & me.
So how does it feel knowing you've broken me down?
Because everyone knows in our hometown.
When the world becomes heavier taking all that I have stretching it from sea to shore I grab my pencil and begin to write.When no one cares or pays attention to the pain that lies heavy deep in my chest words spill out leading a journy across the
When the world becomes heavier taking all that I have stretching it from sea to shore I grab my pencil and begin to write.When no one cares or pays attention to the pain that lies heavy deep in my chest words spill out leading a journy across the
A troubled mind
Coupled with
A wounded heart
Shelter finds
In words and lines
That bring about
Through verse and prose
A peace of mind
That holds a power
And mine alone
God had walked away from me that rainy afternoon
I do not know why
A dark fate awaited me
Punishment for girls who walk alone and disobey
Reward for Men who drive around looking for their prey
That’s not quite right.Just a minute too slow.That’s what they tell her,As if she doesn’t already know.
I write to bleed emotion on this blank piece of tree,to connect to the depths in my mind understnading why.
We all want to fall in love. Why?Because that experience makes us feel completely alive,where every sense is heightened,and every emotion is magnified.Our everyday reality is shattered
When I see you,
the butterflies go crazy.
Flying and fluttering,
Telling me the obvious.
You smile and wave,
Seemingly thrilled to see me,
and I can't help
but smile and wave back,
If I could change one thing about my past
It wouldn’t be me loving you, or the amount of time and effort I invested in you...
It would be the oceans waves that washed against this brown beach
i watch the raindrops slide downi watch the cold creep upi watch the day turn to nightand i know i'm dying on the insidei want to tell you you're the onethe only one i lovebut i can't seem to find the words
I miss you now, but hold my tears
Knowing you're there through all my fears.
These days seem dark and filled with gloom,
Woven with trouble on a weaver's loom.
But through the clouds I see a ray,
Lonely Night
When I look at the see I only sea me,
Nothing special, Nothing true.
I wonder through the sand
Dragging my feet in the blue,
To my surprise
a little white shell caught my eyes
They say, love is complex..
that's complexity found in the emotions that are reaching at the brain, flowing into the heart but his definition fails to leave the lips of the one who's in love.
For the words that don’t come easy
The emotions that cease thee.
I am alone but am I?
Because when this pen hits this paper I fly.
No one can understand me better,
Than the words that flood this paper.
The only time I conquorThe only time I fightThe only time I feel, is only when the time is right.If I am human, and if I am true...Why do I feel nothing but when it is felt by you?Emotionally stable?
Everything just keeps going, but no one is aware of the heartbreak that has been set before me. At the hands of a paperback book all of my emotional stability has crumbled to dust.
Today I met a great new friend
Who knew me right away.
It was funny how she understood
All I had to say.
She listened to my problems,
She listened to my dreams.
Do we let ourselves get consumed within our personal nations;
A victim of our differences by nationality?
What about the genetic equations of our emotions,
And the resulting masterpiece of our emotionality?
If I can't close my eyes and imagine the endless metaphors
there is no need for these eyes of mine
If I can't sway to the flows and effortless quotes that glide from mouths
I lay in bed thinking of you once again
It's like you're filling up my mind
With dangerously deadly mines
You've implanted in my brain
You could feel the pain
In his spoken words
Every word hurt more than the one before
He got so close to tears
Ready to disappear
Always finding the negativeCounter exampling the positiveGood times or badEither way I'm always kind of glad
When I talk with youIt takes away the bluesYour nice sweet voiceCan make me rejoice
The way your eyes lit upThe way your mouth smiledThe way you used to laughWhat happened to all that
We were once inseparableWe were once capableNothing came in-between Now we're only once upon a time
Where have you been?Where have you gone?I sing sad melodiesof how i was wrongand i can't even dreamwithout you in my armsso its best to believewe just dont belong
Smile Ashley!
Sit there and look pretty.
Only speak when you're spoken to.
Show each of them respect,
And God knows I did.
My heads pounding the more I smile.
In trying to be honest but not to open i'll just say im not so good with words so when on that first day i put pen to paper and let my emotions speak for themselves.
In words, there is feeling
Love, Lust, and Hate
Despise, Passion, Adoration
We feel all these things, in association
With Words.
When words are released, feelings
I hate the way you look at me
I hate it when you could see through me
I wonder why you're the only one I see
And everyone else around me is busy
I hate the fact that you were the only one who could understand me
Day by day
The realities of life gets hard
Too much pressure
To be the best of who you are.
Endless thoughts scatter my mind,
As I lay here, contemplating about my life.
My mask is on
Almost all the time,
To hide the face
That is truly mine.
There are few I trust
To see the real me,
For if you knew
You wouldn’t want to see.
A solitary pencil drags itself,
forlornly, estatically, and furiously,
across a lined page. A page that was
previously devoid of any emotions.
To feel the freedom of the brush
Against the flowing canvas,
To watch the color mix and twist
Full of overflowing vision
To create and make a piece of art
Made with expression and feeling
Panic sets in..
There's another storm in my temple,
but it naturally stands firm.
A place of ryhthmic vibrations,
and home of love's peculiar creations.
There's a need for an outpour,
I wish you had been there
like all the other daddies
to scare away the boys.
Instead you beat me
as the undesired child you said I was.
I wish you were there to help me with homework
Cravings.
Blood lust swooning for you through the blue of my veins, blushing under my skin.
Their wings tickling your sides and fluttering through you.
They kiss you from within and make you feel afloat and nervous.
They spew uncertainty into the air and it hangs in your throat.
Stressed, frustrated, or angry
Words pour out.
Letters turn to words, words turn to sentences.
Emotions guide my hand.
Almost done with the page
I'm feeling less frustrated.
Your skirt should be to your knees, but ankle-length is better. Your father is always right; you mustn’t challenge the man of God so don’t ask questions (in case you happen to speak).
A girl sits in this world
helplessly
waiting for a reaching hand
having no one to look up to
no one to understand
she follows the wrong things
growing up way to fast
her life is like danger
I write because I can express myself freely.
I write because it's a doorway to another world.
I write because it's my form of art.
Writing is my anti-drug.
Expressing myself with no ridicule,
Where would i be without a pencil and paper, a thought or a rhyme? Where would i be without emotion? Where would i be without poetry? How would i express my life to others without a map of guidance?
What is it that gives a word power
Is it the tone of your voice, the way you emphasize, and prophesize
Or does it come from your soul, pouring out every second, every hour
They say love is a great feeling; It gives the heart great healing. Like a child christmas morning, or a rainbow after the pouring. So high on love, don't realize what is does. Pain. Tears. Sorrow, through out the years. Love murders. Love hurts.
It seems like I've been here before
This spot
This grave
And I keep wondering why
Why did things go so wrong
When I thought they were so right
And you were right here
Next to me
Ginger spines
Flaky sighs
Powerless,
You glossy-eyed
Creature.
I saw you there,
In the crevices of my dreams
Breathless, in a pool of gems
Lost within the carefree
Paper wisps
right of my forehead, the sun
the left, love – the unconditional kind
I feel that gold
Still hot when we’re done
And embraces are given.
This invisible leap our youth takes
It’s dark and glum. The sky’s entirely covered in gray clouds. And she’s waiting there. Waiting for it to explode. For it to burst and for all her secrets, feelings and troubles to come pouring out.
You say I’m beautiful,
You kiss my hand.
You make me hopeful,
So take a stand.
You say forever,
You say to try,
Yes you’re clever,
You made me cry.
You tell my you’re sorry,
Sheila was the biggest girl in fourth grade
With skyscrapers as legs and eagle wings as arms,
She looked down at the rest of us, and liked it that way too.
No one ever told her what to do. Not even Ms. Johnson.
pain
feels like the air rushing out of your lungs
looks like someone trying to hold themselves together
tastes like bitter tears running down your cheeks into your gasping mouth
Warm laps of water beat down my skin. I feel reknewed again. Its a soft beating rhythmn that pierces my soul, A constant shift in tone that makes my heart tighten. I feel the flow down my body to my toes as Im eaten inside out, Gorge upon my
Poetry is the air I breathe, the sacred serene sound of peace, the one and only complete atmosphere, where symbols provoke happiness or fear.
The first day I saw you
I thought it was meant to be
But it had to be you
Who would turn me into what I didn't want to be
I had dreamt about you
Man it took me a while to realize
Seafarers speak of a mother,
yet do they mean the woman who bore them
or the blessed virgin whose child granted them salvation?
No, not they.
The one of whom they speak, they sing,
is angry, is cruel,
I write to have a voice
A voice that can scream
A voice that can cry
A voice that can laugh
A voice that is understood by others
A voice that means something
I write to have feeling
In life we seek to find the truth
No matter of the age, old or youth
The Universe stands still in harmony
Good and Bad in matrimony
The sun does not set and moon does not rise
A dream seems like such a harmless thing
but one day its bound to grow
with a fresh pair of wings
it flies and it flies high
far from reach and far from thought
Dreams may seem impossible to others
but threw the eyes of the dreamer
they're no more but a series of challenges
leading to our own hearts desires
We were raised to believe that we can be anything
I write in this old composition notebook... pouring heart and mind into the pages
Letting the pen do the talking that I can't bring myself to say
Freeing the spirits trapped inside me, weighing me down
A smile, a laugh
the soft trail of tears.
He splatters them around
without refrain.
In his right hand,
a scepter, in his left
a snare.
He catches us.
Contains us.
Drifting through the endless winds
Life seems nothing but empty words
I had hope to find something to keep me grounded to this reality
But it seems all that I found were more reasons to leave
You Walk Around With A Gun In Your Hand
So You Assume That Makes You Tha MAN?
You Disrespecting Your Mother So I Know You Respect No Other
But It's Respect That You Demand
Because You're "THE MAN"
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
A year has passed since last we were together,
when the days were long and sunny,
when I smiled a lot more.
But after that day,
when I learned the truth,
about those feelings you have deep down,
What I feel, must not be spoken.To assume it tacit, however, would be negligent.If not articulated.Perhaps authored.Drafted.Yes. It seems this outlet will suffice.
I'm sad.
But I shouldn't be-
My life is
great.
But
I worry a lot-
about health,
money,
school,
and life.
Do I have goals?
Maybe.
Or I may just exist
The waves of the ocean;
Overwhelming emotions
Push me under the surface
And bury me in the water.
But suddenly a switch turns on.
Maybe it's not so hopeless after all.
Pour those emotion waves
The hood will be the death of you. teens trying to be top man on the block but not trying to be to man of the class. See I'm really trying to do good and get an education, but all these gun shots and drugs are disrupting my concentration .
I do what I love.
I am passionate about what I do.
I dance.
It takes feelings and emotion to dance with passion.
They say it's the gun that we should fear. But listen to this. This gun that I hold, listen to it, it cannot walk, talk, or feel. This gun cannot be held responsible for actions of a hurt heart.
Dreaming,
He came.
He had everything to give but his love.
He left.
Dreaming,
He came.
He had nothing to give but his love.
He stayed.
I will not hold back, even if it's the last thin i do, i will stick to my plans and keep moving on, for I am sweet and caring in the outside world, but I am strong-willed at heart.
Poetry is the new way of life
And culture is now the virtue
It speaks for those who cannot speak
Hypothetically
But typically
It targets the ones who perfom to a specific beat.
Poetry is love
Time,
Everyone craves it, everyone demands it,
But there is so much time out there,
An hour you say? That's more than enough time,
Wait no give me five more minutes;
Poetry is a gatewayThe cliché strikes againBut why is a break in a wall what poetry has becomeHumans are not wallsWe are living, breathing soulsWith the ability for loveFor heartbreakAnd for repair
I’m depressed
which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life
because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination and more sleep.
"Happy birthday," I whisper,
Even though I know
You can't answer, but you're smiling
Down on me
Everyday.
To remember pain, confusion, and tears is
a difficult thing for anyone—especially for those
who do not understand.
Ten years is too short
and far too long.
For some, the wound has healed clean.
He told her they’ll be together in the future
he told her he loves her
he wants her
and that this will never end
2 a.m in a summer night im standing out side my backyard
its not cold its not hot ,the summer night skys cant be anymore clearer at this point
the smell of this darkets hour can do nothing more but enlighten me
Why do I write poetry, you may ask?
Is it to satisfy a homework task?
To practice rhyming fancy words,
As if I were an English nerd?
But that is not it. You couldn’t be more wrong.
Show me your story
But dont use words, dont speak.
Let the novel be written
And make it expressive!
Your frustrations, tribulations.
We want to see, not just me, everybody.
What happens when he's so close
but so far away
and you can't do anything but
Stare.
And hope.
And try to find the words that never Were,
Have been,
or Will be
in your grasp.
When stress bothers where I lay,
a poem becomes the sweet lullaby that keeps it away.
When I am feeling something that is hard to express,
a poem helps me do my best.
When ideas are hard to put on paper,
My American Dream
Mexican ways, American days, good ol’ Sundays
Homies dying, mothers crying, were neglecting their prays,
You go to turn down a road
But a voice tells you differently
You look and you wonder
Not sure of whom it could be
Ignoring the voice, you take a step
And tell the voice, “Leave me be”
..Put your thoughts into perception they becomes inception, confusion injected into the minds of young youth thinking they're enforced to do the very thing that ruins society yet it all begins with You..as a person, a parent, caretaker, or indivi
is not a deperesing one
like every body thinks
i think it is
but a colorful one
Life is amazing
no bounderies;
i live by none
no body to stop you
from living
or dying
I walk the path with eyes cast down the ground
Outside I stand but the air waits in lull
Seeking all stones until you have been found
Yet the passing of time exposed the dull
A lost answer
It doesn’t matter where it comes from
Or why it’s lost in the first place
But you search
I search
We all search
For a lost answer
We spend our lives chasing something
A light of chance with words you write it shows
Subtle hidden a closed gate yet now swing
Waiting without a mere thought to impose
Inked words never spoken somehow still sing
Seconds, Minutes, Hours…Days,
Pass by.
Leaving memories and moments stranded,
Starving for closure that’s never received.
Beauty comes and goes,
What’s left is everything and nothing.
I sit alone inside this empty room,
And find myself some time to hurt and think;
Just wondering if I will break down soon,
Because these days have passed in one quick blink.
Each day is spent in busy distraction,
Words swirl inside my head like pillars of light,
I grasp onto the strands and wait:
I wait for them to makes sense,
Incoherent buzzes of truth are all I have.
We all have it
But some don't show it
That doesn't mean we don't use it
It's what hurts us on the inside
Causes us to know when we have messed up
It's also power
The power to share and feel
Let's fall asleep,
Have wonderful dreams,
And never wake up.
Let's take a walk,
Have an adventure,
And never come back.
Let's cry a tear,
Have one sad day,
And never cry again.
Back pressed against metal
Sick blue light kissed my skin, breathless
The heavy solemn clockwork of your heart pulsed beneath my palm
I dreaded the 8 AM departure that would ruin it all
When life seems to be passing by
I new I couldn't let my memories fly
The beautiful sparkling water, the green trees, the views
The pains in this life, the trials, the hard times, the times of pure determination
There will be a day when you ignore someone you loved dearly.
There will be a day when you will never see who use to be your best friend.
There will be a day when you smile along with your worst enemies.
PAIN IS
A stab in the back
Is Worse than being stabbed in the front
Why?
It is similar to being blindly robbed by friends
Accepting it without leashing white fury
So, we can live deliberately can't we?
Finding our missing piece
Missing piece of love and hope
Hidden within the deep well of a heart
Desolated once our purpose is completed
Hear and animate the next line
Breathing like each breath may be the last one
Sensational beats within that body Til...Dead
God blew breath into us
Gave two legs
Two ears, Two eyes, and Two arms
Zero worries about my fate for it is predestined
It does not mean it is alright to sit and wait for presents
Rather wasting time is wasting potential and life is thus compressed
The tick of the grandfather clock is absent.
No clicking, no sirens alerting those nearby, nothing.
Time has stopped, life ceases to continue.
(I MAY SMILE AND LAUGH IN THE INSIDE
BUT IN REALITY IM BROKEN IN THE INSIDE
LOOKING FOR A CHANCE OF DAYLIGHT IN LIFE
AND TRYING TO HAVE A BETTER LIFE HOW I PROMISED TO FAMILY.
(every word that runs through my brain.
but will never show for myself for my action for every word.
but every moment i take is for you my love.
ur the motivation and sigh and emotion i can take out in a piece of paper.
Fond I am of restful thought during the wee hours of dark nights.
Closing lids of flesh to bring visions in to sights.
To no avail remaining sightless of vivid delights in mind.
Writing is my getaway,
Whenever I have a bad day.
Pen to page all day long,
To bleed it out and make me strong.
Rising to the top.
Just keep going; never stop.
Excited, sad,
Happy, mad;
There are two
each holds one hand.
The one on the left
has known me the longest
but doesn’t know me that much.
The one on the right
knows a lot about me
but does not know what to do with it.
Poetry defines what I am
It allows me forms of expression
Poetry is what I am
It is my personal show of emotion
I write because life is hard
It’s like a deck of cards
There’s no control of the hand you get
You just have to play and place your bet
If luck is good and your faith is high
I am a prince, born into a luxurious home,
I grew up to know what it’s like
To be a full-blooded royal, it’s a hard life to dislike.
It gives you a title of great power, like a lightning strike.
Just like birds sing,
Wolves howl,
Ants work
And people love,
I write because if i didn't
I would die
I write to express myself,
I write to feel,
I write to be who I am
There was nothing more between us
But some pleasant conversation
Though when you looked right at me
My heart had palpitations
My heart had opened up
For love (to come from you)
Let me be the truth teller-
The word weaver-
The speaker of blunt truths that cut like knives.
Let me be the brutally honest
The ever-endless one who speaks her heart
And sugarcoats nothing.
Hair wavy ripples
teal tinted aqua
skin supple
hubble bubble nipples
cripples bystanders even when fully sheathed
Sweat drips and drops and plops beneath
the penholder quivers at sweet nostalgia
It's the weekend and I'm creeping with some friends.
When it hits 7 o'clock my fun has to always end.
I must come home before father gets home.
Usually when he's home I wish that I was alone.
Sometimes when I feel lost, alone and hurt
I write the words I cannot speak
When I force myself to shut up
And censor my true feelings
I scribe the things I dare not say
When I'm sad and no one wants to listen
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?
You see, my mind wanders into so many places and there are so many faces and places that I have so much to say about.
I come from a land of glad
where no one is sad nor mad.
They have lots of good toys
for little girls and boys.
This land of glad I say
is not that far away.
'Tis like our land of cocaine and meth
I write of the stigma....of myself,
In relation to the outer world....I write of me walking,
In the middle of the changing world, and how I feel,
As the clock of my consiousness is at a standstill....still wondering,
babe you runnin
on my mind all day
you got me not knowin
what to do next
thinkin like is he gonna
come home tonight
cleanin and stressin
bout us and rent
Like fine silk slipping through cool hands
The words flow from my fingers onto paper
The ink drawling across a sheet of white
Like a skater on ice
Thoughts and emotions
Heart-felts and heart-breaks
My words are swift and smooth like a lyricist. Words are a form of expression and emotion. Emotion, in which something that can be felt. Expression, in which something that can be shown.
He speaks words of wisdom, love, and joyfulness
peace is his home and he roams with grace as his swagger
looking in from his window he is ordinary to the hues of the human eye
Tragedy always on my mind;
Calamity enfolds all who come around.
Dagger in my back and
It remains unknown to me who stationed it there.
I have a story to tell but
Not many hang ‘round here to listen.
I grab my pen and I escape,
My own world begins to shape;
All my struggles fade away,
Vivid colors replace the gray.
(poems go hewe chose the table to the left that faced the walls of the courtyard
my tea spilled through the cracks like rain in a graveyard
and there were one two one two three grey leaves above us
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder/
Or at least that's what I told her/
When I hold her, I wanna mold her not scold her/
Give her cold chills, never the cold shoulder/
Change The World
What is the World?
The World is a whole, the world is a concoction, the world is US.
What is Us?
Us are the people, We are Us? No! We are the people.
What are the People?
Words can be quite powerful things
With all the emotion that they bring
They make descriptions more beautiful
They make your speech more powerful
It all lies in the choice of a word
I want to taste jazz on my lips as it swims through brass tubes and valves-
I want its echo to call my name on a still night in July from a bar down the road.
Passion is so familiar I breathe it.
It underlines every aspect of my expression
now suddenly, I find it pushed off
I suppose it was lost among shadows
cast by my strained thoughts
Her eyes are blue and peaceful like the ocean
Her smile is rare but shows up every once in a while
Her heart is full of love and care for others and not herself
And her happiness is always seen with a smile
Like a repetitive note hidden in a melody
Giving significance to the sky in its remedy
Not hearing the flow from a space through a crack
Unless the vibrancy is constant in its subliminal act
Grim looks upon their faces
These people stray to the strangest places
Leaving nothing but misery in their wake
People dying of heart ache, peace to their sake
I'm shutting down
What else am I to do?
Till you come around
Till then I'll wait for you
So broken
How I feel inside
words unspoken
All these feelings denied
I am but a humble prince
Looking for my Queen to complete me as king
For I am weak without my missing rib
And like a young Martin Luther said
You are the tears that come from my eyes to soothe my sorrow
You are the will I have when I feel I can't carry on
You are the happiness I feel when I hear your voice
You are the strength I have when I feel powerless
I live in a dream
My own reality
I live in a meadow
Where I find myself
I live on a balcony
My own aerial view
I live in tomorrow
My own today
In a quiet little town
I owned a small shop
Inside sat a table
With a vase perched on top
A heart-shaped vase
Shades of red and pink so bright
It sat in the window
Each day and each night
Look around and see eyes staring.
Wonder what they see when they look at me.
Can they see what I feel or can they see the disguise i cover myself with.
Do they see the confused and scared girl?
how do you find how far you can run?
run 'til you fall.
but what if, on the final stretch
when you can almost see the finish line
something comes up from behind
and pushes you.
sends you flying.
(poems go here) Flower petals whirled inside her heart
Sparks of electrifying hope surged through her veins
The essence of love encased her body and radiated a glorifying heat
Women.
The creature that used to make a man fall in awe
The Creature that made men drop their jaws
We used to inspire ballads and poetry
Now it is solely pornography
We even once held surprises
A poem of love,
A poem of hate,
A poem of happiness,
A poem of distrust,
A poem of self.
Emotions,
lust, lies, love, hope, disbelief;
One step too close
Face-to-face
Nothing else matters
But this moment today. Now only centimeters apart
This crushing distance is closing
And with one final spin,
You decide to leave me abandoned.
Where were you mom on my first day of school?
Where were you mom when that first A rolled through?
Where were you mom to know your child’s favorite colors?
Other moms know theirs you don’t even bother.
A ripple in the distance calls,
Softly falling on this stranger’s ears.
I feel it dripping on my brain already,
Inviting me to drain assumption.
Soon my consciousness is saturated,
In the mirror I stand alone
My lifelong purpose still unknown
My image drowning in a sea
Of things I cannot be
It rises up and stares at me
As if she knew me inside-out
It taunts my self esteem
She stepped out of the car and quickly strutted her way to the
classroom, avoiding as much eye contact as possible; Then, during the second
that she looked up- the look that had to be made because she was tired of
Music is emotion, it soothes my soul. It feeds my dreams to reach my goal.
If you're hungry and have no food, it does more than just affect your mood.
Nothing else matters.
My teardrops are a sign.
A sign of distress and sadness.
Another way to lament the horrors of the world.
The only solace I have is in my husband’s arms.
It is my home away from home.
I like you when you speak
Speaking words from the many universes inside of you
Thoughts dance in your mind and overflow from your mouth
As if they were trying to break free
no one knows me
for my home is the ocean
i lay beneath the waves and ontop of dreams
i have nobody to call me, for i am free
no one knows me
for my home is the ocean
i lay beneath the waves and on top of dreams
i have nobody to call me, for i am free
Tear down your burgundy
Oh heartless one
As I reach forth to you
Fear me, as I have the atrocity of pain
For this insanity shall gain over me
Pour down your blood into this pit of misery
Who I am
It’s hard to describe
But something lies in between both eyes
A vision to be greater
More than me
Bigger than the bigger picture
More than free
Who I am
I may never decide
