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I learned to stay passive, like the times grown eyes watch when threats were attaching to me until a lack of breath. They pour more pain then I suck it up to toughen up. But I always feel weeker because it comes closer to my agony.I stay in my pla
I Now KNOW What It Is To Be A FRUSTRATED ARTIST... !!!! I May Not Be The FASTEST With Lyrics That I Kick... Or Deemed To Be The HARDEST Because of Scripts I FLIP... !!!
Some Think That I'm... " BRAVE "... !!! To Say The Things I Say About The Ways We Are... "ENSLAVED"... By Those Who LIVE By Getting Rich... OFF People Who SLAVE EVERY SINGLE DAY... !!!
See I'll... ASSASSINATE Your Character If You Expose Vernacular ... That Proves You SUCK ... WHAT Yuh Like Dracula ... !!! Like Jeru’ I Will Damage Ya With Wordplay That's SPECTACULAR ... !!!!!
Ya Know I’m Getting SICK of THEM... Heads Who... “ Pretend “... To Be Your ...... “ Friend “...... I’ve Said It Before And I’ll Say It AGAIN... !!!
Ya Know I’m Sick of Them Talking Yeah Talking Bout’ WARRING … !!! When Wars They Be Courting Are Weak Like … “ Steve Hawking “ … !!!!!
Alice slept to the sound of lullabies In her sister’s lap But I have to sleep to your allegations, Blames and insults Thrown at each other Like arrows And I hurting crossfire
Ya Know These Days It Seems That Many Believe … That They're Ready To See … " The KILLER in Me " … !?! Now Why Would They REALLY Want To See … ANGER That Swells … DEEP Inside of Me … ?!?
It's About THAT TIME ... To Use STRAIGHT Rhymes To EXORCISE ... What Rests Inside My ... ANGERED Mind ... !!!!! A Mind That Tries To OPEN Eyes ... of Those With Sight Whose Vision's ... "Blind" ... !!!
YES ... Something For THEM ... !!! Those In The Audience Whose Acts Are ... " Pretense " ... PRETENDING Their ... " Friends " ... When They Really STAND AGAINST ... The Ways Some EXPRESS Through Raps And Poems ...
Sitting behind a desk encaged by walls of gold What did I do to deserve the world and more I’ve never felt true hunger and I’m rarely ever cold
Like Most People I Like … " APPLAUSE " But NOT From Those Whose Conscience Gnaws .... Away At Them … !!!!! Who Do It Just To Fit and Blend ... With Those Who LIKE The Words I Write … !!!!
I have been asked "Why my poetry is so angry ?" It's ANGRY ... because of things I see !!! BROKEN Families ... MTV ... Men who live to make money People who just stare at me ?!?
“You will never be enough,” I tell them matter-of-factly.
I'll cut you off. It'll be easy. Like a wart from flesh, though not as fresh, I relish the day that you confess, As I step on stage, wearing the very same dress, I wore that day when you professed,
"I'll never be as good as..." Shut the fuck up, and pick yourself up, For God's sake, step the fuck up, And be somebody new.
I ripped my heart from my chest, as I am apt to do; "Do you believe in God?" Does "God" believe in you? I wasn't raised a Catholic, but I know Baptists,
Why don't you stand up, And address the class, since you're so keen On starting offhand conversations? Austerity catapults into
My routine with you has never changed. Night and day, Your promises seem so far away. My routine with you has never changed. I pray, I write , I read.
I don’t know why I do this to myself Consistently putting myself through hell You on my mind and my heart on my sleeve Every time I’d ever misconceive
Take care of the matter now You are going to run out of time Opportunities will go away And you will be left in a bind A whirlwind will form Along with massive confusion There will be a state of turmoil
I know no other feeling, i've experienced it deeply all my life. Seeing the baby deer lost on David Attenborough is something I can easily empathise with.
Wanting to explode is an understatment. No matter the countless attempts to change the way I feel, this torment of despair continues, relentlessly. Will cutting oneself be the solution? What if I violently head
Learn Between the Lines Scholarship Slam Power Poetry Poem Title A cryptic poem With poem casualties. I sit here, write here, and believe that the spirit will change them.
i blind those that blaspheme my omnipresent and invisible nature. to my shoving nudges you deny and you tear and shield your eyes from
Girl, why do you tolerate his mess? You did everything for him He never appreciated you The look on your face is really grim You put your heart into everything But, he often made you feel sad and blue
Have you ever hit a speed bump? Those damnable humps in the road? They make you yell and swear, As your vehicle loses its load. Then you are in the parking lot, With lines all painted white.
I am frustrated with these conventions Which dictate love and romance. Namely, assuming that warmth and adoration Must necessarily be an amorous advance. I don't like to confuse; I'm not being coy.
Why do I dislike your company? Why does the conversation run dry? Why does your presence elicit disharmony? Why do you render my plans awry? I find your interests to be drivel,
It's absurd, it's treasonous, Lines are blurred where reason is. It's now where rationality has left; Unfounded accusations carry heft. What shall we do? What can we do? What of that good reputation
Who the fuck your talking to? I am aloud to speak I am aloud to cross my arms Suck my teeth Sway my hips Stomp my feet I am aloud to speak my mind Tell my truth
Dear frustration, To my most frequent feeling, Who comes along with anger, Who comes along with stress, Who makes me abandon what I’m doing.
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?
I want to scream But I stay silent I want to run around without shoes But my shoes stay on as I sit And I stare at the frozen statue of a man
Who's ready to Play? Who's ready to put their life on the line for the chance to be the bigger person? Who's ready to go in and Drop a player and Drop an offensive girl
Gabriell Lamour Untouchable
Every time I had to deal with your altitude Every single problem ranges in amplitude Breaking my barrier with your end behavior
Dear Aunt Cathy, this was my day It started in an unusual way My alarm rang, it screamed and it blared Nobody else in my family cared It was my own job to shut off that thing
While You humping and bumping the pussy In the bed, trying to keep the same sensation of getting some head
Outward pour of a fluid form. Remain resilient amid morbid scorn. Corny words attempt to mingle. Story swords adept to symbols. Macho man with a toothpick soul,
I dont wanna cry. I dont wanna lie about what happened in my past anymore. I dont wanna wake up in the morning and see the same face that hurts me everyday. I dont wanna see the sun anymore.
despair causes friction. yes, hurt causes tension. these years got me feeling undriven. make it past these years. work hard.
The message is there Words have been unspoken It is crystal clear That hearts will sadly be broken Proper communication Would definitely alleviate the situation Those clouds would disappear
Anger is a roaring lion hunting for its prey Deadly as an attacking Black Widow's bite Soaking up all emotions of joy Ripping apart strong friendships and, Leaving a trail, darkness and destruction.
I’m fed up with feeling like I’m failing I’m fed up with shooting for the moon and landing in the mud I'm fed up with the pictures, the size I’m supposed to be
Why does anyone care for red roses? Their scent alone is awfully violent And the pain their thorns often impose is Not worth the money many have spent
I am learning to love, feel, inspire, forgive, forget, express, emote, persuade, multiply, divide, add, subtract. (ha): I am learning. Which means I am trying.
Stop hovering, God dammit. I'm losing it, I can't stand this. No music, All noise. No understanding, Only judgement. Hood up, Hide the tears. Face red,
I'll own it if I have to: I'm a liar to the core. I'm a liar through and through, but I don't want to anymore, It's old, what's more, it's tiring I can't lie 'til I lay expiring,
Imagine a roller coaster Perhaps your favorite thrill ride Or one that scared you to death The wildest one you've ever ridden Picture your car
When you first came into my life I was unsure at the time Of what it’d be. Time passed. Things were up and down. I knew one thing That you’d stick around I was so sure…
I hear you words everyday in somhow in some way you say you aren't controlling me but I am trapped I'm not free. You degrade me in public call me names to make me feel pychotic
I'm tired of trying to be someone I'm not I'm tired of social conventions I'm tired of always writing the same plot I'm tired of new inventions I'm tired of stuffing my head full of facts
I can't seem to find the answers to give to another. Is everything an act as he says or is it just a joke that pays? Everything has changed, but it doesn't change the way we feel.
My voice is the dead air on the sea-span channel. My words feel as flat as when I used to play the violin. My writing makes me shriveled up, crinkled, and embarrassed. I can’t be a writer when it's so daunting for me,
Midnight sparks the most marvelous sounds Music emits through the underground Insomnia wrecks me like lightning at sea The singing it bends me like wind breaking trees.
All I need is my sanity With my sanity, I have my peace And with my peace, I have my mind And with my mind, I can survive Because I, I waver sometimes.
My heart is dancing on a razor's edgeSplitting painfully in twoI nearly don't, but almost doRegret the truth I told to you
So, tell me, When you speak, does the world hear you? What do your words say? About your character? What do those words tell? Because what I see,
Gather round my friends I need a match and only one match
"What is life? When someone has the power to take it away? What is love? When there will be so,so many heart breaks? What is it? what keeps us going? Up the endless current that we're rowing,
On a painfully thin edge, and trying desperately not to fall. Constantly swaying, constantly breaking, and rebuilding, and reconvincing that just jumping isn’t the right thing.
My fingers wildly compose literary sheet music of emotions. Scaling keystrokes somehow translate my inner entity and immortalizes it with words.
frustration is energy negative or positive? it depends frustration propells forward not backward negative or positive? it depends
I’ve searched for you, Through the smell of Hydrangeas we once saw blooming in the summer, In the warmth where we took shelter inside each other’s embrace,
Gave over, scored a hat-trick but I coulda scored four Could have all the money in the world & I'd still feel poor It's like I'm constantly at war But I never signed up for the army, I coulda swore
All my frustrations, they leave me feeling numb.
Purpose--a complex structure in our mind Profound in sound, trivial in its utter existence. Perfect clones don't exist, but passions mix Painful links of genuinity and commonity.
Women are like gnats. They only come in packs. Some nights they don’t show up, Some nights they just attack. What’s worst about them, though, Is that when they’re finally done,
At last! You all have stopped talking.
I learned to block out your harmful actions, To avoid the frustrations and pain, I can now smile at your cruel remarks, waiting patiently as you felt ashamed.
Nothings getting through And right on cue, Frustration, dissapointment rise And so my eyes find the skies. Same pattern, no changes
Oh sweet intricate splendor, thoughts of decisions made, self reflection, and regret. Waves in my brain, the tide comes in after midnight. In the darkn
Running in a race is never fair, When no matter how hard you try, Being second is only the best you can be. Comparing yourself to other: The good, the bad, and then the worst
Emptier than a night Internally:, Voices
The cookies in the oven burning, The dishwasher has stopped its churning, And the sound of the telephone, Rings out so that it may be known, That someone is calling me.
Speaking three different languages
Piece by piece I keep forgetting why the human experience is so great, but I remember I used to not think this way.....
Frustration and anger spew out, an intense
Monday morning drag across the 7:25 bell All inside my head my mom screams worthlessness, failure, disappointment
Maybe, just maybe, you can see me screaming.
Close your eyes and count to ten relax your mind and soon you will be you again no longer frustrated but a glimpse of hope
Saying bye to my very few friends as the day ends I drag my feet slowly across the concrete to where each day begins. Six blocks wondering if I'll have some fun at home.
The moment I tried to just do something positive There it goes again that knock at the door can't you hear it
I'm running out of things to numb the pain, I have nothing anymore and it's driving me insane. People say life is too short to be alone, But nobody wants me, didn't you know?
Speaking up for that person who has no voice or afraid to voice there thoughts. Uplifting a down and troubled spirit facing hardships. Also bringing strength to a hopeless joe who is use to dragging their feet with the floor.
Frustration is the child of confusion and disappointed expectations.The ideas try to come out, but the words will not formulate themselves in my brain.There are no real solutions to imaginary questions.
I put on the cap and the uniform To please the people that give me money. I follow their rules with a synthetic smile To appease the ones I work for. I complete the caustic piles of work
HOW DO I FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU EVERY MOMENT A CONSTANT MEMORY OF WHAT USE TO BE LEFT ALONE WITH JUST MY SORROWS ALWAYS PRAYING THAT YOU'LL COME BACK TOMORROW JUST TELL ME WHY I NEVER CROSS YOUR MIND
I feel the sparks of potential Igniting in my veins It lights a fire beneath my fingers And the words come in waves Would could
My eyes open slowly, as my bones and muscles ache and crack. The pains of an illegal twelve year, pains no other boy should have. An education is the most important in life, my mother engraved into my head.
Oh you fool, you pretty thing,
I mean something important To Nobody
People keep trying to mold me into a star Or a square Or whatever it is they want me to be It doesn’t matter I’ll keep being me And even if all I am is a straight line, That’s just fine.
So sick of freaking war I turned on the television Flipped the channel to watch some CNN For maybe bout an hour or more All I could see was war All the fighting in Washington
The death of waiting, a vice grip on my chest denies me the option to breathe, my wrists bound in cuffs of limitation, feet stuck in frustration, mind set on fascination but body tied,
You look at me with that smile makes me feel like I can run for a mile, till you trip me with your sexual statements and volgarity, you hooked me in the beginning, made me feel special
Tumblr asked me where my Eden is, Referring to Eden as a place or state of great happiness, And all my thoughts immediately went to you. You, with your perfect, almost nappy hair,
Im sitting here, with my pen limply in my hand they are words, someone elses words that teach me someone elses thoughts but admist this tunnel of darkness as i drown in thoughtless learning a firefly
Gold is God Worth more than us Blood and bone It's worth the loss
There's a void in my head. What could it be but the emptiness I feel in my being? One tells me I will not make it, Another tells me they see a bright end of a dark tunnel. The ideas in my head scream for attention,
Purgatory. The endless wait, the infinite tide of fear and anxiety washes over again. I wait to see you come in, your angelic face shining like a beacon in an ocean of despair,
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,
It must be nice up there, Upon your throne, Your petty chair. The world must look so small, You could hold it in your hand-- Too bad you can't, Other humans aren't meant to be
I realized that I live in world that lacks common sense. Yet we continue to commence wars and debt.
I'm a teapotwarm and boilingboiling so much that my top is poundingpounding me until I can no longer feel the burning sensationthis rapid raceand unwilling face looks at menot wanting to touch me
My life, I watch it from the passanger side of the car, go go go and never come back. Today, apart of me; who I am died.
Paper hearts flutter in the breezeTwisting, turning, and floating to the ground
Out on the streets, I run by many things I run by the cars in their rush By jagged cracks in the concrete By hills of strength and downhills of bliss My feet propel me foward
You have no excuse for your cruelty Hypocrites You think you are superior Because of your intelligence? That is one quality. one aspect. Is that really all that we are?
Going Our Separate Ways My eyes begin to water As I crave your warm embrace Missing you is like a deadly sin It breaks my heart
I came to be challenged.I wanted to learnTo program with Python,A skill that I've earned.But now, in-between meAnd doing my best,Stands you, full of mercy,Who's teaching the rest.
welcome to hell. it is also sometimes known as high school.
listless, fitness, kisses nothing but wishes wistless. the dull hum of life, the burn in my arms and legs, the lingering touch of your lips, is this how it's supposed to be?
Hey Dave! Yeah, the one they call Mr. Bruce Get a Life! We all have one That's why what you require of us is ridiculous! We can't spend every Waking Moment
Given the chance, I would take a stand, And tell you that you’re wrong. Given the chance, I would make you listen To the frustration you cause me.
I've learned to like the problems. I've learned to love the pain. There is no hope of coping with it any other way. They say "Be glad with what you have, and you will be alright. Cherish every moment,
I hate this, loathe it with a passion. Why must I write an essay on something that means nothing to me. When I write I offer you a part of me, please let me give you a part that matters.
My brain is on fire, I have no desire, To live a life in this world. Looking back to see what I've done, I take a glance, my accomplishments are none. Looking at people who look past me,
Now I could just leave you out of the listthat I madeof princessesOr decide to giveyour princess to youas an ironic thinglike saying,here ‘princess’you self-righteous brat
Life is so unfair What you seek is not What you get So try your possible best In order to acheive what you want Because what you sow, is what you rip life is like a long journey
As we lie awake tonight Take some time to wonder why Everything we know is gone Everything we knew was wrong And as it goes across your eyes The light begins to die And as we lie awake tonight
Everyday I am told that I am lovedBut, do we only say that because that's what we've learned, it's our nature, right?I am told that I am loved but, it doesnt always feel that way
Don't misplace your unshelved lovewithin my heart.
Our World is so fucked, the gulf iscrying out in oil suds mixed Fossil Fuels-all- -gone--dry-In this heat wave they speak, as I kick
Thoughts of her Dripping into my sternum From all the way up there In my brain Where she has implanted herself Like an alien egg
God gathered the dust in his hand, Formed his greatest creation. He gave but one command: “Knowledge is for me alone.” God knew, of course, That man would disobey. Curiosity is a deadly force;
Doesnt matter if you get a head start. The world's biggest dumbass was, at one point, smart. Look back at what you were. Now you're confused by your very own words. A slip up made you fall down. Can't climb back up. Sit there and drown.
One second you have it all, The next you're left after the fall. With nothing but a memory Of what you lost entirely.
Word Jamming. Those were the first two words that popped into my head. Hmph.
These days are filled with paper that cuts deep and long into patience and this turn of events that weighs this bag down on my shoulder
I loathe the four corners of this empty room She fills them with things: things from thrift shops and flea markets. From the molding around the ceiling to a few inches before the floor the walls are covered.
My mother is the queen, For control is all that matters. My father is the king, The foreseer of decisions. Mother fends for her bishops, But they cannot save her children.
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.
In a world where goodis not good enoughand perfection is an endnever quite attained I am trapped
I am from the southern part of Dayton, Ohio. I am from my dad and granddad because my dad has anger management And because my grandparents didn't want children, And when I was born I was real sensitive on the inside
The emotions Bubble up to my throat and Foam spills out from my chapped, bleeding lips and Nobody knows and nobody will know the fact that I My breath comes out in strings with messages about
lately my grandmother has been practicing her english with the phrase: no one should have to die with pain and suffering the pencil marks bow through the pages so earnestly
Say it to me again, I dare you. At first it was nothing. A black hole- Empty, no meaning. But, you feed it so much. It grows, being filled: filled with anger, tearing souls.
I use poetry to bring fort important discussions, I don't believe in limiting topics because I'm young, But for starters, I've lost friends, They're legal and I'm just a teen, Life seems frugal with a hint of mean,
Remind me why I try- I try to please With mounting ease, Without ever questioning why; Remind me why I’m here again, Emitting the same cry So shrill and filled with pain
Angry to the point of no return The rambling thoughts begin to overflow Temples pulse, hands shake, tears flood. The world around you has completely shut down As you try to set your mind on
I am done Feeling neglected, dumb, and used Who are you to laugh, eat your cake and have it to? I am done Being told who I am is not who I should be
I open my mouth to speak But the words stick to my throat. My mind wills me to say something But my voice is lost in the roar of the crowd. It is then that I pick up a pen,
Go through the day and know that when it's done people will say He was ready to go! And then they too will jump into the fray. Be ready be willing be smart so when a problem comes your way
dear true lovers, my steps shall nevercease to follow thejoined padding of yours.
"Excuse me, is the manager here?Why?(You should be able to tell by how I'm dressed but..)I'm following up on a job application..Ok thanks.." Hello, my name is [Your name here]
Imagination takes us wondrous placesWho would believe I miss theeThy resilience of hopeI can’t say you’re quite optimistic of lateRespond to me, perhaps, with verity of heart?Rancorous thou art
See, the one place I desire to be? Asleep. In your arms safe keep. I think, is it too much to ask of Him above To wake up still embraced by you? Love, I desire to know every inch of.
It seems to always start the same way, just like a cycle I might say. The way a bottle slowly fills up, drop by drop reaching the top until it can't take it no longer, it starts to suffocate in its own water,
Scuffed shoes, light as smoke on life-bruised feet. Alone with my reflections And the moon And the thump, thwap, scrape Of soles on ground up asphalt.
What do you want from me? Why is it I never seem good enough? Questioning eyes, A skeptic glance, "Uh huh, yeah, sure..."
Unsurpassed, unwavering, unthinkable fear. There is no assurance of tomorrow. Any known stability, ripped from my grasp. The voices without end. There is no escape! They will be coming for me. Too late!
He's the character of man who thinks himself kind and generous until it's all that he is— a gentle touch, a loving caress. Prick and squeeze, penetrate and hug. A single finger.
Wake me up Before I lose it all This nightmare's a little too real Pick me up I'm starting to fall Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
The sweetest serenades of bliss, head lost in the possibility of ethereality: that destiny maybe was supposed to keep us together.
I’m afraid, To let people See the tears roll uncontrollably Down my face Each one mimicking the last. And, I don’t want To have to face them And show them that I feel.
Feeling a depth of despair inescapable, an entangled mindweb is my dwelling and my tongue tastes of bitter longing.
(Sometimes) I think about how we used to be (I lay) pondering the good times before you broke my heart and I was (up) missing you at all hours I think about your smile laugh and voice (and cry)
Tell me again that you love me, But mean it. Don’t just say it because I did, Or because you think it’s what I want to hear. If you tell me you love me, Make sure you really feel it,
Your left your past behind, Along with me. Had you forgotten? The man who you were supposed to be?
I will not cry because you don't care. I will not cry. I will not show you how much you're hurting me. I will not cry. You won't give me what I want, I will not cry.
poison, that's what is coming out from between your lips poison that will break up your friends and your family poison that will destroy your life why must you keep doing this to me?
Possibly destroying my own future But I can't bear to see those faces. If running from the people Who are supposed to always be there for me Helps me feel free Then run I shall.