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A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink.
The world and me, the people here; we live that brink.
Just like this night -- a villain veiled -- and then I sigh.
This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude!
Hello Corona,
Let's go outside,
Or how 'bout a friends house,
I cannot decide.
Hey friend,
Let's stay inside,
Cause people are sick,
People have dyed.
But I need water,
Oh mighty man!
Are you even human?
The only one with the power
to grab the power (line) with his fist
and triumphantly conquer my worst fear.
There's a lightening bolt in his pocket, I swear.
It's cold
I'm frustrated
Thinking of quitting
Yet, he's my stronghold
Take a deep breath
Examine the scene
Hold it all in
It's not life or death
The scratchy stubble and broken dress straps
she's sent plummeting, my Cinderella
The sorrow and shame spliter her like cracks
Crimson stains the backs of the angel's hands
He looked like an angel sent from above
With those sparkling eyes,he seemed the true face of love
He was so wild but he had a beating heart
His savage way to live was like an only art
Your body is your temple
Sweetie, to yourself you don't have to lie
All bodies are beautiful
I won’t walk away or look down.
I’m not selfish like those other girls,
I can take a compliment.
How else would I know how good I look.
If you weren’t there who would I smile for?
I mean,
Dear mentor,
I will forever be thankful to thee
For the wisdom you have imparted to me.
Many things are not equal in life
But everyone gets the same 24 hours a day.
None of which we will ever get back
my tongue was blue until you found me,
I was wasting my days with dirt on my face ,
blind from it all , the world became my personal space
Dear Sally,
i woke up to see your messages offline
not sure of what was wrong or what i have done
i read through the lines to see what i have missed
my visions became blurry as my tears drifted into a well of hurt
Once upon a time…
There was a mother duck
Who laid some eggs
But was out of luck
For when one egg hatched
It was a shock
Alone and lost
Not even a memory
A seed not mature
To understand its ability
A child
A baby
A blank soul in space
Who am I?
Where did I come from?
Today, it finally hit me; that moment of realization. I remember the days in my life that were so horrible and low. I remembered the moment, but not the feeling.
I’m different now.
I find myself searching for the peace I used to have
The peace that was given to me
The peace that surpassed understanding.
I find myself struggling to find optimism
Who am I?
I know who you want me to be,
but that's not the person I see.
When I look at you,
my heart is finally happy.
i am a daughter,
a sister,
and a friend.
I remove the bright blue pen from my hand
Which is now covered in abstract shapes and doodles
The art I had just created somehow makes me feel complete
As I remember what my mother had nagged me about ink poisoning
I can spill my guts by only ever spilling ink.Slicing through the paper with a pen,it's the kind of permanancy everyone wishes for.A spontaneous tattoo in the binds of a notebook.
So so crazy how one question got me tripping...
Em but it ain't too bad...
So so no need for the sipping...
Nonetheless I wouldn't mind having Tequila...
On Tuesdays...
3 dolla holla for Margaritas...
I sit by myself and think
Who am I?
It should be easy to define.
A solid definition that is mine
but the honest truth is that cannot be
because there are several words that
I am the light to my world that hides in darkness
I am not a quicker, I keep pushing forward
I am trying to be a better person today than I was yesterday and could be tomorrow
There were just a few tears that come down
There was a storm. . . A never ending, Silent storm
. . . It's Ironic because there's a storm outside right now
There was some hail as well, beating at the windows
My days aren't always great,
but when they are, it's very sunny.
Sometimes I may run late
and have to hop to it like a bunny.
But boy you should know that my life is crazy awesome
How is it that all of us poets live separate lives,
never meeting, never speaking, never working together,
yet our voices are so similar?
The way we all write,
there is something that unites us,
Today I decided to show a little more skin, to feel a bit more sexier, to show off my womanly features that belong to MY body. So help me if I so happen to become a victim of violation, harrassment or dare I say, rape.
ME, I am Play-doh
ME, malleable, capable of being anything imaginable
ME, smelling of youth, glee, and a Crayola crayon
ME, tasting salty from hard work and overuse
ME, feeling cool and refreshing
My vanity has become an army
Pictures purporting to show unparalleled perfection
Filters do not make me,
they don't choose my destiny,
they don't tell me what I'm going to be.
I'm still me at the end of the day,
I'm still going to express what I need to say,
The definition of flaw is defect or fault;
The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth.
Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are,
So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
You wake-up, FLAWLESS
False.
"You are everything,but flawless"
"You are worthless"
"You are purposeless"
"You are powerless"
"You my friend are nothing more, but less."
FALSE
Wake up. Put on a thick mask that veils your beautiful exterior.
A mask that vanishes any of the beautiful imperfections that make you inferior.
Beauty over Depression
Derailed and Disastrous
Why do I feel like this?
Empty and Eerie
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
I am flawless
But not in that way
I am flawless
Because I live today
I dreamt of suicide once upon a time
And I literally thought
That death would be fine
I looked down the barrel
Why not draw a picture
That creates symbols of your life
Why not show how you made it
Even through tough times
It's like a portal to joy
For starters I'm more confident than anyone I know
Litteraly, nobody can match me when i put on a show
In my mind, there is never sleep
Thoughts are what create
I want to be loud
Louder than I am
And I am loud
I wish people could feel my love
Without misinterpreting it
I like to think that I'm bold,
that I'm comfortable with who I am.
That I'm the same person on the inside
as the one that the world beholds.
That's not what I'm told
Depression.
It's a common theme.
I shout in the void,
No one hears my screams.
Externally though;
I have high esteem...
Beautiful genes,
Role model teen,
Homecoming queen,
I've been surrounded by people,
who've greatly impacted my life.
"Great", such a terriible word.
Its nature is a double-edged sword.
For one who conquers the world,
whether to spread love or unleash hate
Do we not bleed too, or are we the only ones to blame for spilt blood?
Are we not a land of many peoples and pasts, minorities and majorities, harmonious and chaotic?
There are six billion people,
Living in our world,
But imagine being lost,
In a sky of one hundred billion stars,
Because from where we stand,
None seem to differ,
I walk through the halls everyday and school,
as kids continually knock the books out of my hands, and try to trip me.
Some consider it an encumbrance
But I use it as motivation
There is no reason to have frustration
As I grind I know my life is limitless
My brother knows my success is imminent
During any given situation
In life they say to cherish every moment,
But they seem to always be forgetting about the little things.
Graduating high school is a huge moment in one’s life,
Preceeded not once by a warning sign, and prior experience forgotten, a crush
Is discovered when one spots The One and their heart abruptly pulls the brakes.
All of a sudden a sensation of falling,
Education, education education.
That' all we ever hear from them.
Temptation, temptation, temptation.
Cheat. It's the only way you'll win.
What about fun?
What about joy?
Reach for the stars they say
but they dont know what its like day by day
they play us like pawn in a simple game
moving us, directing us in their own way
However thats not how it's going to go
An angel stands but is too small to fly.
It means a lot to me and this is why.
It was my aunts before she passed away.
The picture is one I took on a trip across the Hudson. There was a girl posing. She had auburn highlights in her hair.
the curtain ascends
red velvety facade
painted grin
alabaster eyes
spotlight illuminating
I turn away
the faces observe
eyes and gavels poised
Abyss
Fluttering into an abyss,
dreaming for a way out
of this madness I call life.
Seeing a way out,
The time has come once more
To race for a royal position
Much harder than it was before
The skills must be in superb condition
The race is not an easy one
You have to survive through thick and thin
The crimson color of the dying leaves
Remind me of when I was there: in relief.
I watch the colors float off the branches
And the clouds are perfectly fluffy.
The creator of all this fashioned a thought
If I would have cried and begged you to stay in your arms, would you have kept me?
would you have let me be?
was it easier to turn your back on me?
who were you truely setting free? you or me?
Coffee
Awake in the A.M.
Summer job
Roast
Beans are imported from foreign lands
The smell
Rich Aroma
Soothing
Pop from the beans
Grinding
Crushing
We want to see these black boys fly
Cops rather see these black boys die
Unarmed, non voilent, minding theirs
Rain comes crashing down as it hits my face
You injure the living
You are too distracted to see pain
Just the colors of drops of rain
You see no harm in hurting the ones you love.
You never understand,
Look at her, standing aloneHer breath steaming in the cold air,her lips iced over, her cheeks blushingIt is cold, but with her I feel a warmth,I see it in her eyes,I see a fire, a light
If i was to ask you
Who are you?
What would you tell me
Would you tell me your name
or Simply ignore me
Or remain silent
'Cause you don't know the answer
Who are you?
They all want my autograph
but they don't know how I write it
The things I read behind closed doors
made me who I am-
but how can I be what I have read if I cannot speak out loud?
Our eyes were once open, and now are closed shut.
At that moment we got the notion that our freedom was stolen a problem arose.
Occupational Therapy
Autism
With each new experience,
My love grows.
Autism
Puzzle pieces that need a home.
Has anyone noticed our world today?
A world where violence is on the rampage,
And the news portrays death day after day.
Scary Magicians/New Generation
Black Top Hat
Cheap products
Fooling me
Making me take my eyes off the true problems
Imaginations, sweet Candies and gummies
Chips and Alcohol on every corner
"Long week ended
Energy been expended
I can barely make a sentence
Trynna get it in
But I'm still stuck at the entrance
I swear I need a break
Sittin back chillin
I am not me. I am not who I am. I come from almost nothing. Trying to be something.
But what can I do? Whom can I seek? I can't find myself, I can't find me.
Writing gives off this liberating feeling
The way that faith can do some healing
Eyes and mind of a soul
In a sense, losing all control
Emotions pouring out
Words fill the blank space without doubt
I build these walls; trap myself, so nobody can enter.
I’m scared to let anyone in, save me, and become my center.
With my walls up and feelings shut down, I feel so alone.
You know they say gay marriage is not happening !
But if you wear two of the same socks or shoes. Then you matching it.
In if you wear two different colors then you mixmatchin.
When the people who gave you life are also what makes you consider taking it,
There is a problem.
Every single night I brush my teeth in an attempt to wash away the sound of you
Slamming the door as you leave.
The truest pain is the one you don't initially feel Question, what happened? and was it even real?
Oh, How the Music Surrounds Me by: Jeremy Applegate
The outside birds lets their sweet voices play
Sometimes it takes shedding a tear to feel like your empty of a moment's despair. Were clear is as near as a windshield wipe upon a smear of fear.
Oh the anguish I feel in my spine
Everytime you tell me "You do as I say".
Yes, I was in your belly for nine months it seems,
But am I your puppet that you can control as you please?
You’re Muslim right? That’s pretty exoticIt's messed up how they show your people as so chaoticMy people? Who’s that? The people on the screen?My people come in all colors, races and creeds.
I am from a small city with BIG DREAMS.
I am from lost faith and lost hope.
I am from pot heads and crack feens.
What is 'here'?
The word I mean
Here
There?
'Here' -What does it mean?
Is it the physical manifestation of self?
Is it the moment in time that all of our cells agree to be contained in space?
Do you learn because you hear, see, or read knowledge?
How does it stay in your consciousness?
Or does it?
Are you passionate or just find it interesting?
We search yet go by.
Not kowing which direction to take our lives.
Trying to realize and open up our eyes.
The big picture beyond our mind
Our third eye is not yet open
We are still too young and outspoken
With the lack of male leadership and representation that we as African-Americans are perpetually inflicted with, leaving ALL the res
In the dark blue skies
I see hope of gold
singing blues like I'm being told
my heart speeds all high.
I stand in my mirror
Fifty blissful years had passed the couple by,
the world never ceasing to smile upon them:
every second, each tick and tock,
capturing some moment to be treasured.
They sat together on a swinging bench,
My name is Derrick Lawson and I come from the ‘Bridge,
Where people try to make some money
and they’re dying to live.
My dream job is business,
working with technology,
be friends with Bill Gates,
All my life I have loved animals
Volunteering has brought me great joy
And for as much as I have helped them, they have changed my life even more.
The are no words to describe how it feels to help the helpless
Never have I known a love so strong
I did not now I needed you
I did not know I had been waiting on you for so long
From the day I first saw you
And every day then on
I held you and I loved you
Darling dont you see?
The world doesn't want someone like me.
Each moment is a battle.
Each day a war.
These scars tell a story of when my soul did rattle.
The world tries to sell girls a plethora of lies:
“You’re too fat.” “You’re too short.” “He’ll think you’re ugly.”
Please, don’t put on a social disguise.
Piles of eyeliner, hair dye, lipstick, and blush
If I could change that day, the day you left, when you were on your own, without me to hold, i'd make sure you'd be ok, warn you and hold you tight, for me to be complete was gone, we stood in darkness waiting, hoping, leaving, missing, lost.
Your smile radiates
Like the morning sun.
Your eyes sparkle
Like tinker bells pixie dust,
Bringing hope of true beauty to the world
The way your hair flows
The sun shines down on the beauty that surrounds you
as the currents lose your thoughts
and the winds lift your soul..
I've never felt so empty yet full
You take over my mind,
Like dark clouds on a stormy day
But add color to my darkest nights
The thought of you fills my mind
But takes my soul
Love, love
what is love?
Ill tell you,
love is not a game
and will never be forever.
Love isn't always the same
and will be nothing but a big game
You seek out attention,
Like a lion preying on a gazelle.
You put up an act,
Like a play directed out of a book.
You hold up a wall blocking your feelings,
Trapped in an image,
Afraid to be judged by the people around us
Not being who you’re suppose to be,
Forced to be what the world wants to see,
What they think is right.
You hear it all the time
The cliched, "There are only two types of people in the world..."
But the world is more than just black and white
Freinds keeps us sane in this world.
They were faithfull durng childhood, unplanned.
They kept us away from famiy dinner tables.
The rules of friendship should be rewritten.
YOU need to change
YOU utter words of pain
Sharp enough to slit my wrist
Yet clear enough for me to think
Should I really end this?
The name calling the jokes
It all never stops
You're complaining beause he hurt you and she's barely there.
I'm sustaining.
He's in prison and she wants me, just not with her there.
Looking for a high in the form of a substance.
Steady trying to feel in this void. I find myself clenching the sheets, feeling it's texture. Smooth you would've thought... but, it's been layed in so long there's a change. Not one too noticable, but one only the owner knows of.
Lost and afraid, our youth wander alone
“What am I? Who am I?” they cry and moan
Frustrated they scream “I can’t find myself!”
Then anorexia destroys their health
I have been depressed,
I have failed because of my learning disorder,
I have been left behind in my group.
I want to be a neurologist.
I want to be able to help.
I want to know why people act out.
E very individual has their own voice, their own D ream. U nique to each person is innovative ideas and C reations, that can benefit society.
Taking pictures half naked
Smoking and drinkin to try and forget your father left
Breaking your mothers heart for getting suspended from school for being half baked
A world without pain
Would be a sweet summer day
No more hurt
No more sorrow
No more wishing to look like the worlds definition of beautiful
A world without pain
Would be a comforting song
It is the championship game
and more than what the stadium could contain came
with glorifying support
oh how baseball is a lovely sport;
The harmonious chords rang
as the National Anthem was sang
I’d like to borrow your soapbox. Please.
There’s something I’d like to say.
Communication is born of sounds and movement,
Born of ideas.
Much slips through the fingers, slips away.
Brokenness.
We wonder how the world revolves around us,
the situations that happens in other places,
but do we stop to see what happens within our lives?
To see the great power and virtue in ourselves,
The automated words stream out
"It's ok, it's ok, it's ok."
When will anyone wonder if she herself
knows the way out?
The temptation of the world show no mercy.
That text that you sent was so convincing with the dots,
Fragile like flower pots but dangerous like gun shots.
It made me think -- about how I wanted you in the past,
I’ve only lived once
One mind, one body, one spirit,
But with these two hands,
these ten fingers,
I’ve touched you now.
Try and forget; try and avoid me
I love you more than those Versace heels worn by January Jones.
More that that Escada argyle sweater of neutral tones,
More than that five-hundred dollar Chanel necklace and that vintage Gucci purse and heels.
I am from Picture Frames
From Yankee Candles and febreeze Airspray
I am from the weeds growing under the deck
(tall, green, it tasted like celery)
I am from the Begonia semperflorens
the Gaillardia aristata,
My name is Alyssa and fourteen years ago in March something complicated happened that changed my life forever.
If you could only write once,
what would you say?
Would you let your thoughts that run deep
crawl out and play,
allow the pen's ink to give all your secrets away.
If you could only write once,
what would you say?
Would you let your thoughts that run deep
crawl out and play,
allow the pen's ink
to give all your secrets away.
These things that we do,
intentional they’re not.
There’s tears in your eyes.
We try,
but it’s hard.
This isn’t a choice.
We’re destined from birth.
To screw up.
To lie.
Every thought is documented,
across the globe, throughout the day.
Personal life—an open book;
online for the whole world to see, and prey.
The drama, the agony, the hoots, and the tears;
Blood boiling in my veins, body becomes rigid and cold, saying goodbye to the old, when I awaken you see the heart that was taken, peer into my lifeless body numb and still, look into my dead eyes that once held what feeling I felt, now washed aw
Berlin, Berlin is all I
see,
Berlin, Berlin is where I
want to be…
Step with heel and toe first
I walk towards majesties
Not knowing you, the
nameless
There's billions of people in this world
Each one of us was birthed from a warrior.
No man could go through what women go through ,
Stuff you can't say to your teacher is...
hello your class is very boring
& half of your class is snoring
You're not teaching the material right
& I hate the way you write
Your breath really smells
What is the idea that started this all?
The one that broke the glass?
Enough with radical equations and notations
And teach us about the struggles of life
Teach us about business plans and their relations
And educate us on how to survive the night
I wandered around for as long as I could rememberSpring, Summer, Fall, WinterOops! Did I just messed up on the sequence of seasons?Oh yes I did! Now what can you do to me,O great teacher?
I tend to find myself staring off into space
Dreaming that everything I pray for, falls into place
Happiness is what I chase
Hear the music, feel the base
Fears are what I face
Its time they be embraced
Verse1
This song goes out to you girl.
You know who you are.
All I can think about is you girl.
You’ll always have a place in my heart.
You showed me the light when I was surrounded by darkness.
Belladonna
A beauty that illuminates such carnation hue
You defiled me with your sinful pleasure
I am a rat. Not the mischievous, dirty creature that makes people shriek in horror when they come across one.
Regurgitating useless facts while sitting in class,
A place of memorization not learning.
A test of my boredom, an abuse of my freedom.
What will it take to be seen
rather poetically heard
do I have to stoop as low as to be like them
simple. Bland with little emotion
shall I spare your time and quit
Setting myself free might of been the answer to my conflicted mind sunsets ago, but somehow I forgot that freedom comes with a price.
Four years, many tears.
Ups and downs, hills and mounds
Of hurt, of happiness, and plenty of excitement
I'm living, I'm learning, I'm leading
I'm here,
I'm finishing my fourth year.
I walk into class every morning
at 7:15 AM.
Kids push and shove into me
and my scowl is covered by a red face.
Why do you let kids
hurt each other?
Whether it be words or swords,
Golden amber drips over the supple rising of skin
Made crisp by the summer’s sun, droplets catch in the curves of her lashes
“Never” floats through the breeze
I push myself beyond all limits, laugh doubters in the face, nothing and no one can keep me from reaching,touching, breathing you. My oath is to pursue you everyday and never tire of being by your side.
why do I write? I don't, not here anyways.
I don't write on this site because it's a bit of a scam.
The scratches on the papers are nonsensical to me.
If there's only one set answer, you see,
With that, you could fail indefinitely.
Math..numbers, they never cease to inspire me.
Our love is infinite,My heart dancing and yours prancing,It’s on par with each other,We understand each other in many ways,Like water colliding together becoming one.
I could lie down on a small black couch
to fill the air with all my petty cares.
Or keep it bottled up inside
and let smolder,
until my face is lined, grey, and older.
Instead I use a pen, blank paper
To learn: a sweet honor, improvement the goal.
A true test of diligence, body, and soul.
This battle so daunting, while still in thy youth,
to search for the beauties and virtues of truth.
Camera, cameras, flash. Click, Click, snap. The people all stare but it’s my job not to care.
She tells me I’m pretty, he tells me I’m fine. But it’s always there, in the back of my mind.
Wat If I couldn't do it and couldn't changed my mind,
Wat If I did feel rushed and out of time,
Wat If it was my fault that things had changed,
Wat If there was no way it could be the same,
Now that I see how you feel deep down
The words I LOVE YOU slowly drown
A gargled sound that means nothing forever
I know that we can't ever be together
Cause you and I are in two totally different worlds
Why am I crying...
Why would I shed a tear with no reason behind it...
Is my life leading me towards unhappiness,
Or am I just shedding a tear for each person that suffers each day.
Everyone,
No matter what size, shape, any variation of human,
We all hit rock bottom.
Some are deeper, some fall harder.
The choice is yours;
Be the one to immediately grasps at the loose dirt around them,
My heart over whelmed with emotions,
My mind flooded with thoughts.
I didn't know how to voice them,
So behind my lips words were constantly fought.
Tried to voice these emotions in so many ways,
Open eyes, open heart
Never let the world tear me apart
Hold my soul and my spirit,
Because the end will come I can feel it
Take my time down the road
Cause it'll quickly go cold
Today I am graduating from High School. so i want to tell you things i have learned in high school that the classroom cant teach you.
In a world full of loneliness,
Why is it that we find Love in the oddest of places?
When all hope is lost.
When you have given up on yourself and the world.
Reenact that scene of loneliness for me.
